Stirring Up Trouble

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the city, as golden rays burst forth, the ground seemed to experience a terrifying earthquake.

More and more people got out of the car, looking in horror towards the direction where the golden light was shining.

"What happened?"

"Was there an earthquake?!"

Ordinary urban white-collar workers have never seen anything so horrifying.

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, they gazed in the direction of the golden light, cautiously approaching to see what was happening ahead.

And at this moment.

It is located on the street closest to where Netero is.

Ordinary people who were in close proximity to the scene were stunned, and some even took out their phones to call the police.

Someone quickly returned to the car, retrieved their filming equipment, and prepared to record this shocking scene.

"What... what is this! A monster...?"

The towering golden statue, tens of meters tall, has a ferocious expression and dozens of arms, each wielding a weapon with a whooshing sound.

"Boom!"

A beam of extremely condensed golden light crashed to the ground.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a long mace, held by a slender, segmented arm, which slammed into the ground, causing the entire street to tremble violently.

The half-meter-deep collapse crack instantly extended forward, stretching for tens of meters.

Until the wheels of the car in front got stuck.

At the epicenter of the impact, the hard asphalt road was completely reduced to dust, leaving a hole.

Netero slowly withdrew his arm and changed his posture.

At this moment, he was completely absorbed in the moment, paying no attention to the onlookers around him.

Instead, following his own rhythm, he struck down with a punch, assuming a striking posture.

The next second.

The giant golden Bodhisattva statue above him moved in unison with him, except that it had switched arms and was now wielding a bronze hammer. The movement broke the sound barrier as the hammer fell.

"Boom--"

The shockwave caused the hole in the road, which had already been reduced to dust, to expand once more.

All power is concentrated to its maximum.

Netero's Nen radiated across the arena like rising steam. At this moment, he let his Martial Arts instincts run wild, releasing the Martial Arts desires that he had suppressed for years.

And so, the golden Bodhisattva statue unleashed its dozens of weapons one by one.

Its power is becoming increasingly concentrated.

In the end, at each moment when a golden light burst forth, the pebbles on the ground wouldn't even tremble, not even...

If you observe closely, you'll notice that even the smoke and dust in the air no longer fly around with the movement of the weapons.

These attacks, as if "transparent," pierced through all mediums and struck directly at the holes in the ground.

In a short period of time, the hole that was initially half a meter deep has expanded to several rings and sunk more than thirty meters.

From a distance, it looks like a gaping maw appearing on the asphalt road.

On the roof of a car not far away.

Zeno, who had followed him down from the rooftop, saw this scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Netero's performance.

Although it looked ordinary, only he, who also practiced Martial Arts, could understand the profound and unpredictable techniques his opponent was using.

Even though the Zoldyck Family's inherited assassin techniques are quite remarkable.

What Netero was doing at that moment was beyond his comprehension, let alone his ability to do it.

That kind of attack that hits the target directly, but has no impact on the surrounding objects.

This clearly demonstrates that he has reached a level of achievement that is difficult for him to attain.

"At this age, it's amazing that he was able to break through his mental barriers and undergo a complete transformation."

"Netero... just what kind of monster are you..."

Zeno sighed softly.

However, thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the cat floating in mid-air...

He knew that Netero's changes were all caused by this strange cat.

"As expected of Ian, he's so young, yet he's surrounded by monsters."

Zeno couldn't help but sigh.

He couldn't help but feel a little envious of Netero and Ian's relationship.

What a pity...

At his age, it's difficult for him to lower himself to instruct a younger person like Ian.

Otherwise, he might have had the chance to explore even higher Martial Arts Realm.

And at this moment.

The Hunters who had been driven down from the 28th floor stood there, stunned.

Most of them were quite familiar with the president's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva of Guanyin, but... in their minds, the president's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva of Guanyin had always been a compassionate and solemn figure.

But today's golden Bodhisattva statue has a more human expression in its face.

At first, he was all smiles, but now he's frowning and glaring, with a fierce and menacing expression.

This Bodhisattva, with his hair standing on end in fury, completely overturned everyone's perception.

This caused some concern among the Hunters...

Has their student council president gone mad?

Just then...

A slightly hoarse voice broke their worries.

"It's barely acceptable."

Cat Teacher floated in mid-air, hands behind his back, and spoke softly.

"In this way, he has personally smashed the cage that had confined him for decades."

Hearing what Cat Teacher said.

Only then did everyone realize just how magical this cat was.

The other party's boastful words did not seem to be untrue.

It really can guide Netero...

Beside him, Ian, standing on the CD, held onto the Beans, standing quietly in mid-air, a faint smile in his eyes.

"So, Beans, are you relieved now?"

The Beans wiped the cold sweat from his bald, green forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to Ian, Ian, and... Cat Teacher, otherwise, I don't know what the Hunter Association would do without its president."

Sure enough, it knew it.

When it first met Ian, it felt that Ian was a particularly reliable guy.

Although Ian's companions were no different from the members of the Hunter Association.

They were all a bunch of weird-looking guys.

Indeed, in Beans's eyes, most of the Hunters in the Hunter Association are very strange humans.

But Ian's demeanor was completely different from theirs.

The Beans, as a member of the humanoid intelligent magical Magical Beasts, also possesses its own discerning eye for people.

Ian's clean scent made it instinctively trust him completely.

The thoughts in his mind vanished in an instant, and the Beans fixed his gaze on Netero.

How should I describe it?

The president at this time was not the same as it had previously known.

Although it may be offensive, I used to think that Beans Netero was more like a playful old man.

But the current president, in his career, has rarely been seen to be so focused.

"Call..."

Netero ignored everything—time, the stares of those around him—he didn't care.

He simply followed his Martial Arts thoughts, which he had suppressed for many years, and released them until he felt tired and his thoughts were clear. He slowly let out a sigh of relief.

The powerful Nen slowly flowed into his body.

Netero straightened up, clenching his fist.

His once frail and hunched figure was now as upright as a pine tree. He opened his eyes and looked around, his aged eyes sparkling with a vibrant spirit.

Only after shedding all constraints and shackles was he truly able to be himself.

Netero ignored the others, turned around, and bowed deeply to the Cat Teacher was floating in mid-air.

"Gratitude for your guidance, senior. Without your wake-up call, I would probably have been trapped in the maze of Martial Arts for the rest of my life, surrounded by treasures yet unable to enter."

"No need to worry about it."

The Cat Teacher casually waved its paws, stroked its non-existent whiskers, and gently flicked its tail, clearly quite pleased.

"All of this is because your own Dao Heart is pure, which is why you were able to achieve sudden enlightenment."

"My words mean nothing..."

"However, remember this: the Martial Arts has no boundaries; never be complacent."

"I will keep this in mind."

Netero looked respectful.

Even now, he still didn't know the identity of the Cat Teacher that Ian had brought.

However, the opponent's Martial Arts level was so high that it was rarely seen in the world.

Even...

Netero had a vague suspicion that the other party might be from the Dark Continent.

Ian waved his hand, and a section of the disc beneath his feet split off, carrying the Beans, and floated to Netero's side.

"President!"

The Beans rushed forward excitedly.

He carefully examined Netero's body. The terrible injuries had naturally healed, but he was still filled with lingering fear and could not hide his excitement.

After all these years together, this is the first time it's felt that the president might be in trouble.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Beans."

Netero gave the Beans an apologetic smile; after years of working together, he and the Beans had long since become tacit partners.

Although the president's assistant was somewhat clumsy.

But in Nitro's view, the bean-faced man's naivety was what put him at ease.

Although they do not belong to the same race.

But the Beans was clearly a reassuring Magical Beast, and on this point, Ian agreed with him.

"This time, I owe you a favor again, Ian."

Netero turned to look at Ian, a helpless smile on his face.

Ian waved his hand, sat down on the CD, and looked relaxed.

"Well, it's nothing, Chairman."

"How does it feel? Breaking through to the Martial Arts Realm feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

Netero stretched his limbs, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked with a series of crisp sounds.

He is no longer the frail man he once was; with his breakthrough in Martial Arts, his body has undergone a complete rebirth.

His current physical condition, based on a rough assessment, is roughly equivalent to his physical condition at age fifty.

"It's unbelievable that I, an old man, can still feel such a youthful body."

"It's... like a dream, but what I really want to do now is... challenge that guy again."

Those around saw that Netero had recovered.

Even if he takes it to the next level, it would still make me happy.

However, upon hearing his last sentence, their expressions changed.

And now we have to challenge Sashado...?

"President, please think it over!"

"Yes, President, you almost got killed by Sashado when you secretly went to deal with him. We absolutely cannot let you take any more risks!"

The Hunters then rushed down and surrounded Netero.

They disregarded the stares of the ordinary people around them and began offering their advice in unison.

Even the Beans was jumping up and down in a panic.

"That guy is that strong just because he has a clone that inhabits a human body?"

At this moment, Ian asked curiously, upon hearing his question.

Netero, finally freed from the cacophony of voices, nodded earnestly.

"Indeed, even I find it unbelievable..."

He gave a wry smile.

"Although it's just a human Host Body, the strength it can unleash makes me feel that it's comparable to fighting Sashado himself."

"Even so, I still want to fight him again."

"A spirit of enterprise is an essential aspect of Martial Arts."

Just then, the Cat Teacher, who was watching the commotion with amusement, coughed and spoke up.