A martial artist... seeking the Pinnacle Realm

"Ian, I'll leave the rest to you..."

Netero spoke hoarsely to Ian, his gaze fixed on the location of Sashado, the powerful aura emanating from that direction was chilling.

But it also made him feel a little excited.

Even though Biscuit had already concluded that he couldn't defeat his opponent.

As Nen user has climbed to the top step by step, Netero naturally would not back down. Even against an invincible enemy, his martial Dao Heart would not allow him to retreat.

Ian understood what the other person meant.

The message is for him to take Biscuit and leave this place as soon as possible.

The old man before them truly intended to attack Sashado...

"Grandpa, is it really necessary to intervene? You know, even if Sashado is strong, V5 will handle him, and you... there's no need for you to get involved..."

Ian sighed helplessly.

Netero shook his head slightly and smiled.

"Martial artists should seek a breakthrough through these seemingly impossible challenges..."

"To encounter a formidable opponent is a rare and precious thing, little Ian, you don't understand yet... For this old man, such an opportunity is extremely rare..."

Ian shrugged, indicating his helplessness.

If we can't persuade the old man, then we'll just have to let him be willful.

Then, his gaze fell on Biscuit, and after noticing her injuries, he smiled and spoke.

"Your injuries look quite serious, but... don't worry, I'll heal you right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the [Time Cloth] appeared in his palm.

Seeing this scene...

Netero wasn't surprised; he had already witnessed Ian's endless stream of gadgets.

Biscuit to the side, looked at the boy in front of her with curiosity, who could actually speak to his master as an equal.

And judging from the looks of it... the master seems to highly approve of the other party's attitude...

Who is this boy!?

She didn't speak, but Ian chuckled softly.

Don't be surprised, this is all normal procedure!

He then placed the reverse side of the [Time Cloth] directly onto the other person.

Biscuit, hearing the other person's words, knew there was no danger and therefore offered no resistance.

Then.

The next second, she stared wide-eyed at her body in disbelief. Almost in the blink of an eye, all her injuries had healed, and she tried to move her body a little.

Really.

The muscle tears in his arm and the ruptured tendons in his leg have now completely healed!

Even... I can feel an abundance of energy in my body, as if... everything has been completely renewed!

What exactly did you do!?

Unable to contain her surprise, Biscuit couldn't help but ask.

Although she knew it was very impolite to ask someone about their Nen Ability.

But what she was seeing was completely contrary to her understanding!

Nen Abilities are amazing, but... this is just too illogical!

Not only her, but Netero, standing beside her, also stared in astonishment at Biscuit, who had recovered completely, feeling even more shocked.

After all, he knew perfectly well that Ian's original abilities didn't include such a powerful "healing" item...

Is it a newly developed capability?

A deep sense of shock lingered in their hearts.

Instead of answering Biscuit's question, Ian smiled and spoke to her, who looked utterly shocked.

"It's just a trivial tactic... Don't be too surprised."

"After all... the monster you just fought possessed even more terrifying abilities..."

Upon hearing his words, Biscuit paused for a moment.

Ian glanced at Netero, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.

"How about it, President? My new ability isn't bad, is it?"

"Since I can't stop you, then... you can go ahead and fight that guy. As long as you don't die on the spot, leave the rest to me!"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Netero's eyes revealed a complex expression.

Unbeknownst to them, the young man before them had grown to an astonishing level.

Although Netero felt that many of his opponent's abilities relied too heavily on Nen Ability tools, which contradicted his beliefs as a Martial Arts.

But... these items are just too amazing!

It's as if as long as the other person is there, there's no need to worry about encountering any tricky troubles!

Because... whenever there's trouble in front of the other party, they can always pull out a tool to resolve it in time.

That's the scariest thing!

Moreover... he's just a teenager; his future potential is limitless!

Even in his hundred years of life, Netero had never encountered such a "genius" before; the word "genius" was not even enough to describe his perception of Ian.

He felt somewhat fortunate.

The boy in front of me was at least not affected by the evil in humanity.

Too many Nen users have had their minds distorted by the influences of their upbringing.

If... this boy in front of him also stood on the opposite side of humanity, what would he do with all those magical gadgets? Netero dared not even think about it.

"In that case, I entrust my life to you, Ian."

Netero composed himself, regaining his composure.

From the moment he first met Sashado, Netero knew that at the end of his life, fate had once again smiled upon him and given him another chance.

This is... a chance for him, at the age of one hundred, to break through his limits once again as a challenger!

This is in Netero's eyes.

It is also a kind of "compassion," the "compassion" of fate!

Even though the opponent's abilities were so overwhelming that he could hardly challenge them, he was still willing to accept his fate and face this invincible enemy head-on.

Victory or defeat may no longer be so important.

At this moment!

Netero, just as he had in his youth, chose to follow the instructions given by the Bodhisattva. He burst forth with intense fighting spirit and walked into the distance.

"Ian, is that right? May I call you that...?"

At this moment.

Hearing Netero and Ian's conversation, Biscuit seemed thoughtful. She looked at Ian and said in a deep, serious voice.

Ian nodded, looking at Biscuit with curiosity.

"Of course, no problem. What's wrong?"

Judging from the tone of the other person's voice, it seemed that they were making a request.

"Since Master Netero trusts you completely, then... I won't hide anything from you..."

"I don't believe he's a match for that monster. If possible, please, I beg you, stop him!"

Despite hearing Ian's promise to save Netero's life, Biscuit was naturally very worried because she didn't know Ian well enough.

Hearing her words, Ian understood what she was thinking.

But... he can't do that either.

Or rather, he couldn't do it.

He cannot stop a martial artist from pursuing an opportunity to break through their limits.

He shook his head, then watched Netero's retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips.

"If I could stop them, I would have done it already..."

"But, as his disciple, you should be able to see that too..."

His eyes deepened slightly as he spoke softly.

"Netero... his desire to fight that opponent, even if it weren't for you, he would probably have sought an opportunity to spar with Sashado."

This can be described as either a thrill from the hunt or a mental block...

"Shouldn't you, who pursue the ultimate in Martial Arts, understand this better than anyone else? Netero's body may be old, but his spirit has never grown old..."

"The pursuit of reaching the pinnacle is the goal of Martial Arts; it's an awareness he's had for a long time. Even as his disciple, you can't stop him, can you?"

Hearing Ian's words, Biscuit fell silent for a moment, her gaze towards Netero's retreating figure filled with complex emotions, and she murmured to herself.

"You're right..."

"Master... he truly yearns for such a battle..."