Crushing defeat
Under the cover of night.
"Puff puff..."
The five members of the Scythe of Judgment, looking disheveled and exhausted, appeared deep in a Forest, startling the birds hiding among the treetops and leaves.
The men looked grim, and were covered in bruises.
"Damn it... that old guy, is he really a hundred years old?!" The Yellow-haired Buzz-cut Man with a Tongue Piercing had his face almost smashed apart, covered in blood, his pale jawbone piercing his chin, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
The others were also covered in injuries.
After walking a few steps,
"Puff!!"
Among the five, the blond, burly man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, is that guy Golden Gun dead?!"
Even at this moment, the blond, buzz-cut man still had time to joke around.
An old man, shrouded in a jet-black robe, walked to the side of the blond, burly man, placed his fingers on the man's neck, coughed a few times hoarsely, and said in a deep voice.
"He's alright, he won't die, but his internal organs are likely severely injured!"
"This guy's Nen is the weakest among us. After taking several blows from Netero, he clearly... couldn't withstand it!"
Upon hearing the old man's words, the group of people all trembled slightly.
That instant, the overwhelming golden giant hand was simply... a nightmare for them for the rest of their lives.
"As expected of the Hunter Association's president, and hailed as one of humanity's strongest, Netero's level of achievement is beyond our comprehension..."
The monk, whose forehead was etched with scarlet runes, spoke slowly; he appeared to be unharmed.
But when he turned around, the robe on his back was already tattered and torn.
It was as if a chopped-up corpse was hidden inside that robe, with scarlet blood leaking out of the garment as if it were free, leaving a pool of foul-smelling bloodstains with every step.
"Evil Mage, if you hadn't provoked them first, things wouldn't have escalated to this point!"
Beside him, a beautiful woman leaning on a slender demon sword, her face pale, clutched her left shoulder, staring intently at him, and said coldly.
"Yuliya, I simply want to discuss with Netero, who is now known as the strongest, what the differences are between Martial Arts and magic at their ultimate ends..."
The Evil Mage covered his mouth, coughed lightly, and said calmly.
"Unexpectedly, the other party took direct action, allowing me to personally experience the answer to this question..."
"The other party... is rather unrefined..."
Hearing his words.
The blond, buzz-cut man standing to the side sneered.
"You want to discuss this damned question, but why drag us into it? If it weren't for the Siyou's strength, we'd all be stuck there!"
"You should be glad you said that sooner!"
"Otherwise, by the time we get close, we probably won't even have a chance to run. That damned old man is beyond human limits. No wonder there are no video recordings of him fighting anyone in V5's database. There probably isn't anyone who could fight that old guy and survive!"
He raised his palm.
The black skull tattooed on his finger transformed into wisps of black Nen, covering the wound on his chin and slowly healing it.
"Sigh, Netero's strength is still too great. As long as he's around, the Hunter Association will have a hard time controlling V5..."
"Let's leave this matter here. I'll report this to my superiors, and if the opportunity arises, we must eliminate them..."
"This... is also for the sake of humanity!"
Hearing the words of Siming, shrouded in a black robe.
The reactions varied.
Flash Ghost chuckled, the Evil Mage silently chanted talismans, while Yuliya gripped her demonic sword, disdaining such methods.
But... the opponent is just too strong!
After a battle, she realized that there were always stronger beings out there, and that someone like Netero was simply beyond their current capabilities to defeat.
"Next, contact V5 immediately and go find that guy named Ian..."
"That Ruins was sealed by a mere brat; it's unbelievable. Perhaps he knows something..."
"We can't afford to provoke Netero for now. If we find him, we might be able to find out the whereabouts of that resurrected Ancient Corpse. This is an order personally given by Lord Bono, and we can't afford to fail!"
Accompanied by his final words.
The group slowly disappeared into the silent, dark night.
At the same time.
Located outside the city of Gugurian, outside the Gandor Ruins.
The Scythe of Judgment was driven away without mercy by Netero after a conflict with him, and the Exorcism Xie Group, who witnessed this, became much more obedient.
Obediently follow the Exorcism Team as they walk through the messy area.
Wilson's expression was very complicated, and for a moment he didn't know how to start the conversation.
Especially.
The old man stood calmly to one side, showing no signs of the terrifying figure who had just destroyed the world.
Paper intelligence versus real-world intelligence.
At that moment, a tremendous sense of rupture arose.
As the leader of the Exorcism Xie Group, a special department under V5, he naturally had the right to access Netero's intelligence. He also knew something about this legendary chairman who was once known as the strongest man in the world.
However, he was already used to organized battles.
I originally thought that even if this human was the strongest... no matter how strong, he probably couldn't withstand the increased firepower of their entire Exorcism Xie Group.
However, after witnessing that terrifying battle just now...
He completely changed his foolish idea.
He understood once again the true nature of what is called "Nen user".
This kind of berserk power that surpasses the limits of humanity is simply incomparable to the Nen Guns or special Nen Tools in their hands!
After all, no matter how powerful Nen Tool is, it still needs to be controlled by a person!
Clearly, Netero could wipe out anyone controlling these Nen Tool in a mere second.
This was Wilson's conclusion after witnessing the battle just now.
"Team Leader Kannari Rin, please tell us in detail what exactly happened here?"
Wilson asked Kannari Rin in a low voice, but his eyes were constantly watching Netero beside him, afraid that the other party might attack them if he was displeased.
Behind him.
The members of the Exorcism Xie Group were also terrified, sitting upright and not daring to breathe too loudly.
A group of people stared blankly at the devastated scene before them, as if they had been bombarded by a massive amount of artillery fire.
Everyone has a scale in their heart.
He secretly weighed whether he was capable of such destructiveness!
Answer: No!
So what kind of weapon would I need to achieve this level of skill?
A-grade special handheld Nen Tool + 10 howitzers + 10 armored gun vehicles...
What the hell are you talking about?!
At that speed, which is completely invisible to the naked eye, no amount of "weapons and equipment" would be effective!
They don't want to deceive themselves!
Even if they all attacked together, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat the Hunter Association's chairman.
This scene, however, amused the members of the Exorcism Team.
They never expected that the "big shots" in their impression of special departments would also behave in this way.
Upon hearing Wilson's question, Kannari Rin couldn't help but sigh softly.