Where Did You Say Netero Ranked?

"Hmm? You want to know Netero's current ranking in terms of strength?"

In the brightly lit hall.

The room, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, was bright and airy, and the table was laden with delicacies, where many people had gathered.

Ian was starving, his mouth stuffed full like a groundhog's, his eyes bright as he turned to look at Uvogin, whose mouth was also Uvogin, with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Uvogin was still holding a huge ham in one hand, his mouth stuffed full, and he was speaking indistinctly.

"That's right, as the president of the Hunter Association, is there anyone stronger than him?"

After all.

Their next goal is to overtake Netero and others within a year.

Although Uvogin believed in Ian, he didn't have much confidence in himself.

Ian swallowed a mouthful of food, wiped his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said seriously.

"There should definitely be some..."

"However, it shouldn't exceed the number of a single palm strike..."

As Ian said this, he glanced at Aimina and Eluna, who were elegantly dining at the table next to him.

Upon hearing Ian's words, the other person stopped what they were doing and asked with some curiosity.

"Is that old man that powerful in your society today?"

Aimina was unusually silent for a moment before speaking.

"No... it should be said that humanity's current strength is much weaker than we thought..."

Ian looked at them and said.

"I don't know the reason either. Perhaps the answer lies in exploring the true history you know..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Uvogin and said earnestly.

"However, there is no doubt that Netero is currently one of the strongest individuals among humans."

"Even if there is someone who can defeat him, they are most likely either a freakish genius like Jin, or a monster in human skin at all..."

"There are probably not many people as genuinely human as Netero..."

The others were unsure why Ian had made such a remark.

Then Ian spoke seriously.

"Uvogin, your becoming Chairman Netero's apprentice will not be nullified, nor can it be nullified!"

This is a very rare opportunity; you must seize it.

"Because, compared to Netero's other disciples, I believe you have enough potential and aptitude to truly inherit the core legacy of the Shingen-ryu..."

Upon hearing Ian's words, Uvogin curiously pointed to himself.

"Do I... have the qualifications?"

Ian nodded, and said seriously.

"Well, because... you look a lot like that guy Netero..."

Hearing Ian's words.

Everyone present had seen Netero's appearance before; he was like a mischievous old man. They couldn't help but turn to look at Uvogin, who was staring blankly at them, and fell silent.

No...

It doesn't look like it at all...

That old man looks incredibly shrewd...

And Uvogin, he looks kind of silly...

Uvogin scratched his head, realizing that he didn't resemble Netero at all.

That old man... unexpectedly gave off a very sharp feeling!

Ian seemed to have sensed what everyone was thinking.

Judging from Netero now, both his personality and style of doing things are very different from Uvogin's.

But...

Unlike others, Ian learned about Netero's rise to fame from anime.

In today's world, it's highly likely that those old guys who witnessed Netero's reign of dominance and rise to the top are either dead, have faded away, or have retired...

Illumi and the others standing nearby had long heard of Netero, but had never met him.

Tsubone practically grew up listening to the legends of Netero.

She seemed quite interested in Ian's words, and sat up slightly, a sign of respect for the strong.

Ian glanced at everyone, taking in their expressions, and smiled.

"There's no doubt that Netero was quite a fool when he was young..."

Uvogin's face darkened.

Nobunaga and Feitan, who were standing next to him, covered their faces, afraid that laughing out loud would provoke his embarrassment and anger.

Ian's smile faded, and he said softly.

"Don't underestimate the foolish. Compared to the clever, the foolish won't take shortcuts. In the path of thought, or rather, in the Martial Arts path pursued by Netero, how many people are willing to use the most foolish methods to lay a solid foundation and solidify their base?"

"True wisdom lies in feigning foolishness! As long as you walk the right path, slow is fast, and fast is slow. Weren't there strong individuals in Netero's era? But how many of them, like him, have steadily and surely reached their current pinnacle?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, everyone's expressions turned thoughtful.

Uvogin was overjoyed, while Chrollo, Feitan, Nobunaga, and the others were deep in thought, and even Illumi was considering what Ian had said.

At this moment.

Ian then left his seat.

While the copied Netero still possesses his abilities.

Although it had been shown to Chrollo and the others before, they hadn't grasped much of it. So, taking the opportunity of recounting Netero's deeds, I'll demonstrate it to them again.

"Watch closely, even though I copied Netero's ability, I can't unleash its full potential..."

"Consider this an opportunity to let you know what he's actually realized..."

Ian got into position and stood by the table.

Squat down slightly, raise your arm, and then... throw a punch!

"Bass!"

His figure seemed to teleport, appearing a meter in front of him in an instant, leaving a deep, arc-shaped pit in the ground beneath his feet.

"Smack--"

Then, a sharp, cracking sound like a whip suddenly erupted, causing a strong gust of air to ripple through the hall!

Aimina remained calm and raised a finger.

The wind suddenly stopped, and the group's dining table remained unaffected.

However, the rest of the hall was a mess, blown about by the wind...

Xia, Kazan, Dreyn, and the others stared in astonishment at Ian's punch; to them, as ordinary people, it was utterly unbelievable.

Ian said calmly.

"What makes you think the Shingen-ryu can crush all other martial Martial Arts?"

"Netero spent a full year perfecting this punch, throwing ten thousand punches every day, exhausting his Nen, and completely focusing his mind on this punch imbued with 'the will of Gratitude,' before finally reaching this level of mastery..."

"After hearing this, do you still think... this is like the current Netero?"

Hearing Ian's words, everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

Indeed...

They could hardly imagine that Netero, who was like a playful old man, would have such a calm and unwavering dedication to his spiritual practice in his youth.

Uvogin was stunned by Ian's words.

Then Ian pointed at him and smiled.

"Also, Uvogin, your belligerence is one of the things you most resemble Netero about..."

"That old man is probably still craving a satisfying battle, someone who can defeat him fair and square..."

Hearing Ian's words.

Everyone was somewhat incredulous that anyone would have such a thought.

They don't understand!

That doesn't mean Uvogin doesn't understand...

Only then did he understand why Ian had said he resembled Netero.

Uvogin was somewhat excited. For the first time, he felt a sense of respect for Netero. At the same time, he wished he could become as strong as Netero and fulfill Netero's wish to have a thorough and enjoyable duel with him!

This kind of person... isn't he just PLUS Version of myself?!

Ian glanced at the excited Uvogin and nodded secretly.

He believed Uvogin had such potential, and at the same time, his gaze swept over Nobunaga beside him. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke.

"Nobunaga, actually, you and Uvogin are both Enhancement. If you'd like, I can ask him to help you become his apprentice as well."

Hearing Ian's words, Nobunaga was taken aback, and somewhat tempted.

However, he then shook his head and smiled.

"No need, Ian. What you just said sounds just like what a guy who makes me feel hopeless said..."

Ian was taken aback by his answer.

Chrollo, Feitan, Machi, and the others also looked at him curiously.

Nobunaga grinned.

"Have you all forgotten the Cat Master I met in the Gate of Glory...? He said something similar..."

"Perhaps, what I should do most is to continue to solidify my foundation..."

"How can one improve if the foundation is unstable?"

"I want to see it again. In my eyes, it's already my teacher, so I want to thank Ian for your kindness..."

Hearing his words, Ian nodded thoughtfully.

At the time, Nobunaga had only heard about this from the other party, and he was depressed for a while.

The trainers for everyone else in the Gate of Glory were all villains, except for Nobunaga, who was quite special and encountered a cat.

Another day, I might go and see what's going on.

It's a way of paying a visit to my teacher; I can't go empty-handed. And thinking about it, Cat Teacher probably likes fish...

At the same time.

While Ian and the others were having dinner.

Located on the outskirts of Gugurian.

The camp where the Exorcism Team had retreated was now in ruins, the ground was scarred and devastated, the surrounding trees were uprooted, and there were scorched marks and knife marks on the ground, as if a great battle had taken place!

Netero stood calmly and quietly on the field, his expression composed.

The members of Exorcism Team and prohibition teams present were all shocked and remained silent for a long time.

They had just witnessed just how terrifying the true strength of the Hunter Association's chairman, who hadn't made a move in a long time, really was!

The so-called Special Forces five were beaten to a pulp by him!

If I hadn't run so fast, I'd probably be lying on the ground pretending to be a bear by now...

Knov Mizaistom, who had not left, lowered their guard.

As expected... the president is still going strong despite his age...