Hearth

Breaking through the original limits of an ability using restrictions…

Not all Nen users would think of this.

The gloomy youth didn't understand the reason behind it, so he naturally assumed his target was a very strong Emitter Nen user.

He had seen it clearly just now.

That Nen Bullet, which resembled a meteor, possessed speed, power, range, and most importantly, stability.

When facing an Emitter Nen user capable of long-distance precise strikes, if one couldn't close the distance before they gained momentum, they had to consider the possibility of being toyed to death.

This was a very standard judgment.

It also indirectly ruled out the possibility of the gloomy youth being an Enhancer or an Emitter.

However, the point of hesitation for the gloomy youth wasn't the uncertainty brought about by "distance."

In fact, the Nen type the gloomy youth was most willing to deal with was precisely the Emitter type.

This depended on his Nen ability—

"Hearth."

The gloomy youth concealed his presence, looked towards Moro's general location, and placed a hand lightly on his abdomen.

His Hearth was a composite ability of Conjuration and Transmutation.

The ability's effect was to turn the abdominal area into a hearth with a wisp of flame remaining.

This hearth, conjured using a body part as clay, could absorb any type of damage within its range.

Then, through the ability's intervention, the absorbed damage would turn into fuel like firewood, strengthening the flames within the hearth for a specific period.

When the flames filled the entire hearth, the gloomy youth's Nen quantity would significantly increase, and his body would become increasingly hotter as the burning time progressed.

This was why the gloomy youth was willing to deal with Emitters.

He could completely use the Hearth's ability to absorb the first wave of attacks from an Emitter Nen user, thereby gaining the initiative.

But Hearth wasn't omnipotent.

It could only absorb damage within a certain range, and that range depended on the difference in strength between the attacker and the defender.

So after personally witnessing the power of that Nen Bullet, he wasn't confident in absorbing that level of damage.

This was precisely why he hesitated.

Should he continue his action, or wait to formulate a new plan next time?

Stopping in his tracks, the gloomy youth couldn't make a decisive decision.

Meanwhile.

The car was engulfed in raging flames, and a pungent odor filled the air.

The firelight illuminated the road, casting large shadows in the forest.

Moro was hidden in the shadows, gazing intently at the sniper's location.

The maximized Flying Star, after a twofold enhancement, possessed more power than an RPG.

Furthermore, the Flying Star had very little deviation in its landing point; even if it couldn't directly kill the sniper, it would at least result in a severe injury.

Either outcome would be sufficient to significantly weaken the threat from the sniper.

However, compared to confirming the sniper's specific condition, what Moro was more concerned about at the moment were the other enemies besides the sniper.

The moment the Flying Star hit the sniper's general location earlier, he clearly sensed a surge in aura fluctuations.

Although the aura fluctuations quickly subsided after one second, they had roughly revealed the location.

"It must be a Nen user..."

Moro looked towards the forest shrouded in the darkness of night.

The sudden and intense aura fluctuations were clearly influenced by some emotion.

It was likely due to seeing a comrade being attacked by the Flying Star...

And emotions themselves greatly affect the state of Nen.

Therefore, in Nen battles, one's state of mind is a crucial factor in determining victory or defeat.

This is why the Heart Source Style emphasizes cultivating the mind first.

Of course, this doesn't mean that being emotional will always have a negative impact on one's Nen state.

In some cases, extreme emotional changes can actually enhance a Nen user's combat power.

But in most cases, it's the opposite.

For example, now.

Moro sensed the aura fluctuations based on this, obtaining crucial information in a situation where he should have known nothing.

Retreat, or attack?

In less than a breath of time, Moro decisively made his decision.

Attack, fierce attack!

Not only to seize every opportunity to level up and become stronger, but also to solidify the will to move forward without fear.

Moro believed—

If he chose to retreat here, how could he possibly gain the strength to kill Feitan within the limited time?

Which of those powerful Nen users hadn't come through life-and-death battles?

And only by facing life-or-death crises could one truly see certain things clearly.

Back then, on that night of chilling killing intent and pouring rain, why was he able to use Flying Star to take down Pakunoda and Shalnark…

Wasn't that also a result born from the brink of death?

If someone had told Moro before that: although you've only learned Nen for half a year, you can kill Pakunoda and Shalnark right under Chrollo's nose.

That would have been hilarious.

Even Moro, as the subject of the conversation, would have laughed out loud.

But the fact was, Moro had done it.

Therefore, some things, if not pursued with all one's might, you will never know what you are capable of.

And Nen ability, this power full of infinite possibilities, was precisely the best response to such subjective thoughts.

After decisively making the decision to attack, Moro's thoughts began to serve the battle.

He observed his surroundings.

The forest wasn't very dense, with large gaps between the trees.

However, fighting in this environment would inevitably restrict the mechanism of Flying Star.

"I need to get out."

Thinking this, Moro glanced at the now calm hillside in the distance.

The forest would affect Flying Star's performance, and on open ground, he had to consider the possibility of the sniper still being able to pull the trigger.

Moro still leaned towards the sniper being incapable of pulling the trigger, so he walked out of the forest and directly onto the open ground.

His actions were noticed by the sinister youth.

"This guy…!"

Seeing Moro walk out of the forest in broad daylight, the sinister youth's heart jolted.

Recalling the Nen Bullet that had flown over a thousand meters just now, he naturally felt the immense confidence Moro displayed.

No wonder Zazan was defeated…

But the most infuriating were those good-for-nothings in charge of data consolidation.

To classify such a powerful Nen user as a target within reach, and thus give the opponent an opportunity to camouflage.

But… what exactly was this person's "objective"?

Why disguise his strength and blend in with the piglets, and why abandon the plan midway to expose himself and kill Zazan.

It was too strange…

The sinister youth's mind raced.

Before he could ponder further, he suddenly noticed Moro's movement.

He was heading this way.

"Huh?"

The sinister youth's expression changed.

"Was I discovered?"

As Moro gradually advanced, the sinister youth found himself in a dilemma.

His subjective assessment of Moro's strength, and the mission requirements from above…

These two factors constantly pulled at his thoughts.