The Protagonist's Career Starting From Hunter

Not only her hands, but Biscuit also occasionally uses her feet.

In short, she is bursting with punches and kicks, constantly attempting to break through Bailang's defense.

It's just a pity.

Every time, Bailang manages to neutralize Biscuit's attacks, leaving her no opportunity to take advantage.

After fighting for who knows how long, when almost every part of the training room floor is damaged, Biscuit suddenly stops her assault, leaps backward, and creates some distance.

"What's wrong? Giving up?" Bailang looks at the retreating opponent with some surprise.

...I'm not giving up, but at least give me a chance to strike back!" Biscuit's mouth twitches, feeling a bit frustrated.

It's really embarrassing.

She used to be the one who trained with Bailang, but now it seems like she's the one being trained. "293"

And despite her desperate attacks, the opponent effortlessly defends against all her assaults, which is really infuriating.

She wants Bailang to strike back, to regain some face.

Although it's a bit self-deceptive, at least having a back-and-forth fight feels like a real battle, not just training.

"Fine then!"

Bailang also realizes that the other party seems a bit awkward, so he readily agrees to the request to strike back.

"Alright, let's go again!"

Taking a deep breath and calming down the frustration in her heart, Biscuit immediately regains her momentum and swiftly moves towards Bailang.

"Flow!!"

Gathering her qi, more than 70% of her visible energy instantly converges on her right fist. Biscuit, with the inertia of her body's movement, fiercely punches towards Bailang.

Swish!

Her right hand seems to disappear, and when it reappears, Bailang's right hand is already in front of Biscuit's fist.

With his fingers spread open, Bailang's palm envelops Biscuit's fist.

Bang!!!

A powerful shockwave bursts out from within the fist, shaking the entire training room.

The floor beneath Bailang's feet cracks once again.

However, this is only a small amount of power that Bailang couldn't completely dissipate.

The power unleashed by Biscuit's punch is mostly perfectly neutralized by him.

Once again blocking Biscuit's attack, Bailang, as he promised earlier, immediately raises his right leg and sweeps it towards her waist.

Under the terrifying force, his right leg is like a blade, tearing through the air wherever it passes.

Even before it actually hits, Biscuit's waist already feels the crushing force.

Her expression changes. Although she knows that the opponent is a true monster, growing stronger day by day, she is still shocked by Bailang's counterattack.

She hurriedly tries to retract her fist but realizes that Bailang's palm firmly locks onto it, making it impossible to pull back.

Unable to do anything, she immediately changes her strategy. With a quick knee bend, she leaps into the air, narrowly avoiding Bailang's sweeping kick.

As her body soars, Biscuit takes advantage of her captured fist, swiftly flips her body, and uses a scissor kick to target Bailang's neck.

Biscuit's counterattack was swift, and even someone like Machi, a skilled Nen user, would have had trouble reacting in time.

But when it came to Bailang, he was completely caught off guard by Biscuit's counterattack.

However...

Watching Biscuit's attack pattern, Bailang's eyelids twitched, and for a moment, he didn't know whether he should block it or not.

"Never mind, I've already counterattacked, so let the other side win this time!"

After a brief moment of thought, Bailang felt that as a man, he should be magnanimous and it was necessary to prioritize friendship over competition.

He had already won against the other side many times, so it wouldn't hurt to let them win once.

With this in mind, he allowed Biscuit's scissor kick to successfully wrap around his neck, and even allowed himself to be pressed down by the opponent, ending up on the floor.

Hmm... His vision turned white, and he couldn't see anything.

His nose, however, caught a familiar scent.

"You did that on purpose!"

At first, Biscuit was surprised that Bailang didn't dodge her attack, but then she realized something was off. She quickly got up, glaring angrily at Bailang lying on the floor.

...

Bailang sat up.

Looking at Biscuit's slightly flushed face, Bailang couldn't help but touch his chin and say, "Was I that obvious?"

"Go to hell!"

Seeing Bailang's behavior, Biscuit became even more angry and embarrassed. She took a step forward and kicked Bailang.

Bang!

In a sitting position, Bailang quickly blocked the attack with his arms, stabilizing Biscuit's sweeping kick. Through the flow of Nen, he perfectly neutralized the impact.

After blocking the sweep kick, Bailang immediately reached out and grabbed Biscuit's leg, pulling it towards himself.

The unstoppable force immediately threw Biscuit off balance, causing her body to lunge forward and land on Bailang's shoulder in a handstand position.

"Don't be so angry, it was just a joke. But what about you? Have you made up your mind about joining our team?"

In this special position that brought the two closer, Bailang looked up at Biscuit with a smile.

A week ago, on the way back to Heaven's Arena after dealing with the Phantom Troupe, Bailang invited Biscuit to join "Hell".

At that time, Biscuit said she needed to think about it, so she didn't give an immediate answer.

Now, after a week, it was only natural to have a result.

"You make it sound so nice, but is your team really a proper team?"

In the handstand position on Bailang's shoulder, Biscuit's expression suddenly became unnatural.

She had originally wanted to quickly break free, but after hearing Bailang's words, her attention was immediately diverted, and she said irritably.

A team?

Indeed, if the harem team was included, then the other side had indeed formed an impressive team, with each member being a beauty.

"What do you mean not a proper team? It's just that our team is more harmonious and friendly..." Bailang immediately defended himself.

But when he noticed Biscuit's disdainful gaze, his voice suddenly lowered.

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