Swift and Decisive

On the Brightwave Republic's side, the Nen user had been observing turned and ran almost the instant Obo finished speaking, without needing any reminders from their teammates.

His intuition was warning him that the man in the suit would be the first to attack him.

Because he was the closest...

The man fled for his life, using every ounce of strength he had, taking advantage of the terrain and trees for cover as he ran at top speed... However, he hadn't gone far when he felt the wind rushing behind him! Panic gripped his face, and fear gradually crept across his features...

Just as he was about to turn around, launch an attack, and try to force back the Bleach was rushing towards him... he had only twisted half a circle when he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

A large amount of flesh and blood splattered in his field of vision, and before he could even see the other person's movements, it was all over!

Half of his torso seemed to have been crushed by a heavy machine and immediately exploded.

Under the gaze mixed with minced meat and blood, the man caught a glimpse of the back of the woman who had turned back and darted toward another female teammate... and the blood-stained hands of the man in the suit.

"Not on the same level!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he looked at the scarred man who had just rushed up to him. Their eyes met in mid-air.

Unable to speak, the man, in his final moments, signaled to his captain with his eyes, "Run! Take advantage of the moment this man kills both of us, run! With your abilities, escaping shouldn't be a problem!"

The expressionless man understood the look in his teammate's eyes, and his eyes widened in fury.

He immediately stopped and did not follow Oboro to stop him... His speed and agility were not as fast as the former's, and he could only watch helplessly as the enemy slaughtered his companions at will.

From the moment the man in the suit appeared, the balance of power in the room completely shifted.

The man with facial paralysis clenched his Gums, exerted force with both legs, and ran in the opposite direction from Long, turning into a distant black dot as he quickly escaped!

At that moment, Oboro had already flashed to the woman holding the whip.

The woman was horrified that her captain would desert his post.

He immediately changed the direction of his weapon attack and began to strike Oboro repeatedly.

However, no matter how fast she swung her whip, without exception, she only hit the man's lingering afterimage in the air, failing to strike his actual body.

In the blink of an eye, those cold eyes were already right in front of me.

Click!

A dark figure suddenly sprang to attention, crossed her arms, and the woman's head was instantly turned 180 degrees, and she stopped breathing.

Thump...

The woman lay dead on the ground, utterly defenseless and dying suddenly.

Menchi remained remarkably calm upon witnessing this scene.

She had a rough estimate of Oboro's abilities... plus, the team members had become somewhat numb to Oboro's performance these past few days. So, even if Oboro had some extraordinary performance, it would be commonplace in Menchi's eyes.

She put away the kitchen knife, jumped down in front of him, and looked in the direction the scarred man had disappeared. "He escaped!"

There's no escaping it.

Instead of rushing after them, Long instructed, "Take a few of them and find a place to hide... we're not sure if there are any other ambushers from other forces around."

"Um."

Menchi nodded.

After he finished speaking, the Ghost Mist swayed and rushed towards the spot where the scarred man had left, drifting away like a streak of fire.

Meanwhile, the scenery of the forest rushed past Steve.

Steve, also known as Scarface.

My heart was suddenly filled with turmoil, and I found it difficult to calm down for a while.

He imagined that terrifying guy attacking him... Enhancement?

No... Judging from the form of Nen, it seems to be another type, but why is the attribute, strength, and destructiveness of Nen almost comparable to the Enhancement... This is not an amplification that can be given by physical attributes alone.

That kick... almost broke through his 'firmness'.

Extensive combat experience! Even though he had clearly sensed the opponent's entry beforehand, and one of his teammates had been killed, this person's attack... still didn't give him a chance to directly defend or block!

My body's subconscious reactions and movements were seen through in an instant.

Their team made a major misjudgment of the enemy's strength! They completely underestimated the man in the suit!

"Damn it!" Steve cursed under his breath.

Apart from the man in the suit, the other five were no threat at all; they were obviously trash... But why? Why would such a powerful figure lead such a rookie squad?

Unexpected.

Suddenly, Steve's breath hitched, and his feet slid across the ground, coming to an abrupt stop.

The force he couldn't control caused his feet to push up a trail of rotten branches and soil, leaving two footprints behind him.

He looked up and saw a familiar figure emerging from the darkness ahead.

It's him!

Steve's pupils contracted.

The other party was actually able to catch up with me, who was fleeing at full speed and had taken the lead... as if they had deliberately gone in a circle and intercepted me ahead of time.

"I initially thought... the three teams within your restricted area wouldn't easily contact us and cause conflict. After all, your goal is the resources within the ruins... But everyone has different ways of thinking and different plans..."

Long walked over step by step, coldly saying, "Judging from your actions, you should be the group that gained the least among the three teams. You wanted to kill us to buy more time... right?"

"Our ambush was perfect...you didn't even notice, including you!"

Steve clenched his fists.

He knew he couldn't escape!

For him, what follows will be a fierce battle.

"You're right...you're excellent, I don't deny that."

"You should have met the other two groups, right? Give me the information I need, and I'll let you go..." Long said.

"I'm not a newbie. You should save that kind of lie for fooling kids!"

Steve let out a cold laugh and immediately pounced on Long Fei to launch an attack.

His punches were powerful and heavy, yet incredibly fast, with added variations... Although Oboro managed to dodge most of the blows in close combat, he was still grazed a few times.

After being touched by the fist, a palm-sized electronic screen appeared above Oboro's head.

A scorer.

Every time the scarred man hits him, the score on the screen changes... sometimes high, sometimes low.

The prices range from 700 to over 900.

"Interesting..."

In just a few seconds, Oboro analyzed the opponent's abilities.

The numbers on the screen represent the power of One-Punch Man landed by the scarred man.

The maximum score should be 1000, but the former can select and lock one from a bunch of values. Once locked, the damage caused by his punch will almost stop at that level and will not decrease.

This is actually quite scary... because no one can guarantee that every move they make will be incredibly powerful.

If the destructive power remains at 1000 points, combined with the opponent's Enhancement techniques, ordinary people simply cannot withstand it.

The key to this ability is scoring points! Of course, Oboro is no ordinary opponent, and the scarred man couldn't score points for long... After two minutes of fierce fighting, the scarred man was knocked to the ground by Oboro's One-Punch Man, bounced up like a grasshopper, created distance, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Then, looking at the screen above Long's head, the value was locked at 948, the highest value the scarred man had ever hit.

Then, the screen disappeared... The man's Nen power in his hands instantly increased by nearly double.

"The real show has only just begun!"

Steve clenched his fists, his fighting spirit surging.

But... strangely, Oboro suddenly stopped using his Nen and looked at him with an unusually indifferent gaze.

"It's over."

"Long said softly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve's face turned ashen, he clutched his chest with one hand, opened his mouth wide, and knelt on the ground... unable to breathe.

He stared in disbelief at Long, who had walked up to him, clearly not understanding what had happened.

The Ghost Mist swirling around the body of the ghostly creature was accompanied by the occasional roars of vengeful spirits, which stirred the mind and made it impossible to concentrate.

Steve thought this was Oboro's ability...

"I destroyed the tissue in your lungs a minute ago, but you were fighting so hard that you didn't realize it... Your body, or rather your adrenaline, numbed your brain. Of course, I also temporarily severed some of your sensory nerves."

"If you had noticed it earlier, there would have been room for recovery... Now, it's too late."

As he spoke, Long bent down, picked up the scarred man whose pupils were already dilated and whose limbs were twitching due to extreme lack of oxygen, and left the scene.

Close combat is just a pretext...

Acupressure and pulse manipulation are the real killer moves.

He was in a hurry; he hadn't collected the fallen souls and black mist yet... They would disappear in a little while.