Shut Your Mouth

"Open your eyes and take a good look at this fake world!"

"Neither you nor I should be bound by the so-called rules and regulations of humanity!"

Beyond let out a loud shout.

As the massive blade in his hand spun, a storm swept through the area in an instant.

The surrounding mist was stirred up by the blade's aura, shooting straight into the sky, causing the thick fog and ghostly figures to dissipate... and Oboro, who was hiding within, was completely exposed.

With Oboro's Nen power, the sea of mist he released covered an enormous area... Although he didn't need to expend as much Nen to deal with Beyond, it still covered at least two or three hundred meters in radius. And a mere swing of his sword created a wind curtain that drew the green mist upwards—what kind of power was this? His physical abilities were stronger than Netero's, stronger than mine! That's right, without such vitality, how could he have survived from the Dark Continent...

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Long's mind.

What made him tremble even more was that behind the man who raised his knife, Beyond, a black body as tall as a building was formed by his thoughts and his own spiritual will... The outline of the shadow was exactly the same as his, and the movements were synchronized.

This enormous creature, whose features were obscured, stood tall and seemed like God at that moment.

This reminded Long of Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Including Jed from Cursed Grudge, all three of them share the same ability.

This is one manifestation of Nen, related to its development, but not the whole story.

He needs Nen user to possess incredibly powerful and astonishing Nen aura, and only then can he develop a strategy for controlling Nen... The most crucial element is the mind! In other words, the colossal object before him is not merely a 'thing' composed of Nen; its formation is also due to a kind of mental pressure that causes the target to experience hallucinations.

It is the ultimate expression of one's will and personal beliefs.

The amount of breath, intensity, and willpower required for recitation are all indispensable.

Otherwise, this effect cannot be achieved.

With a loud bang! A fierce gust of wind swept in, and the tidal wave of air seemed to blow Long's short hair around, making his face sting.

But Beyond had already broken through his attack and stood tall beneath the black shadow that Bi Yangde had conjured, revealing a ferocious smile to Long.

I've seen that kind of smile before...

It's about the president.

At that time, in order to hone his skills, the two sparred day and night in the mountains, and eventually... the old man got angry.

The current Beyond is too similar to Netero.

Even in Oboro's eyes, the two figures overlapped for a fleeting moment.

No wonder they are the old man's descendants.

Beyond's aura, the feeling that Long got was... pure dominance! Overbearing dominance.

Not like Netero, who, while powerful, also possessed a sense of compassion and benevolence...

By Beyond was like a tyrant from some ancient era... or a despot.

In a short instant, a multitude of thoughts raced through Long's mind... It all happened too fast! Beyond's sword came crashing down!

A terrifying sword light, as if tearing the sky apart, filled Oboro's entire field of vision in an instant... He couldn't dodge it by relying solely on mobility! Oboro's instincts and combat experience told him the answer.

This gap was just enough for him to raise one arm and hold it in front of him.

In fact, that's exactly what Oboro did.

Compared to the terrifying blade light before him, he appeared exceptionally weak. Not to mention an arm, his entire body seemed about to be shattered... Long transferred and concentrated his Nen power into his palm at an extraordinary speed, and used a body tempering technique he hadn't used in a long time, while also employing Breath Control Technique.

The power of Qi and blood in the body surges!

Boom! However, before his palms could even touch the impact of the blade, his two trouser legs had already ripped apart.

Long's lower body sank, and he was pushed backward by the force of the blade's light, sliding all the way down the ground.

When the blade's true form finally collided with his palm, it was like a superconductor being detonated on the spot, the sound so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire palace... In an instant, under the blinding white light, Long's entire suit turned into strips of fabric and shattered into dust.

There were only a few strips of cloth left on his body.

Like a beggar.

"His physical strength... surpasses that of the old man, and is also above mine, but in terms of Nen mastery, he is still inferior to Netero." Long had just reached a conclusion when he was propelled by Dao Hong, leaping over a hundred meters and crashing directly into the National Assembly Hall Building not far away.

Pebbles tumbled down, and dust filled the sky.

A shocking scene came into view.

The magnificent building, towering dozens of feet high, with stone pillars standing in front of the gate and a stone sculpture of King Nasubi Hui Guo Rou hanging on it, was adorned with a splendid appearance. However, nearly a third of its thick walls were shattered by this single blow, causing it to collapse completely.

All the windows were shattered...

As for Oboro, his fate was unknown; he was buried in the ruins.

"Unarmed?"

By Beyond remained in the stance of wielding his knife, his eyes filled with excitement.

This was the first time anyone had dared to catch his attack with their bare hands.

Even the old man Netero wouldn't dare to do that; he would most likely resolve it with 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Is it because they can't react in time? This is the only way..."

Beyond's gaping mouth was widening.

Blood was still flowing from his body, a result of the brutal attack he suffered at the hands of Oboro.

However, the injury was not serious for him.

He knew that this stab shouldn't be enough to kill Long.

If that's all the skill he has, it's not enough to make Netero wary.

It won't make things difficult for Pariston either.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind Beyond without warning.

It is Oboro.

His clothes were tattered and he was covered in blood.

On the arm that caught the knife, there was a conspicuous wound... as if the knife had almost severed his entire arm. But judging from the way he raised his hand, even though the injury was serious, it did not affect his mobility.

Beyond's expression remained calm and composed.

Oboro suddenly approached, at such a distance, without any warning, even he couldn't detect it... Clearly, it was a kind of space-type ability.

It's a flash.

"What are you so smug about?"

Long reached out with one hand, while bending his other elbow and swinging it backward like a compressed spring.

He slowly raised his cold face, staring at the back of Beyond's head, which he couldn't turn around in time, and asked in a chilling voice.

His eyes widened in anger, his pupils suddenly dilating to their maximum size... In that single breath, a crosshair seemed to appear on Beyond's body, perfectly positioned for an attack.

Waiting for him to hit his mark.

"Acupoint and Meridian Manipulation, Wuji!"

Long's right hand, bent and fingers pointed like a sword, was activated to its maximum extent through Breath Control Technique. His rapidly rising body temperature made his face flushed, and wisps of white steam escaped from the corners of his mouth... With a muttered murmur, his fingers, like a bee sting, pierced towards the Beyond's neck.

If that had landed, Beyond would have been dead for sure! Unfortunately for him, his opponent was no pushover...

Instead, he possesses sufficient strength and resources to rival him, making him one of the top Hunter x Hunter in the entire human world.

In the nick of time, Beyond still managed to shift his position, leaning forward to increase the distance by only a few micrometers, but that was enough for him to adjust and turn to block. The precision was so extreme it was chilling.

Ultimate micro-management...

This is a very mysterious state.

For example Netero Chimera Ant King, Meruem observed that every time the old man launched an attack, he would put his hands together in a starting stance... But even though it was an incredibly slow movement in his eyes, he couldn't break through it by relying on speed and would be knocked back every time... and finally, after trying countless times, he finally found that hidden blind spot.

They tore off one of Netero's legs.

Beyond's current approach is the same as Netero's.

This is a technique refined through countless trials, transcending the ordinary... It combines with oneself, mind, and breath to achieve a state of harmony between humanity and nature.

This is also the essence of the martial arts that humans have developed.

Oboro's attack range is limited to basic attacks, which are pure attacks that do not utilize any special moves.

The ability to apply techniques is useless.

Since that's the case... even Beyond can't escape it.

Because Oboro's combat skills and his mastery of martial arts... are both at the pinnacle.

This was perhaps Beyond hadn't anticipated.

The latter could only hastily raise one arm...

Long's fingers pierced his Nian as easily as inserting them into tofu, creating a hole in his flesh.

Immediately, Beyond withdrew and retreated rapidly.

He looked down at his arm, which was splattered with blood, then looked up at Long and laughed loudly, "Impressive!"

"Your injuries are much less severe than I expected... Your Nen defense alone wouldn't have been able to withstand my attack just now, and your physical body isn't far superior to mine either. How did you manage to do that?"

Long was in a sorry state.

At least he seems to be in a worse situation Beyond.

He was barely clothed, and his hand was bleeding profusely, with the skin torn and flesh ripped open.

"You'll understand after you die..."

Long replied coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Beyond suddenly reacted as if he had been electrocuted, with his muscles twitching and trembling.

"I can't move..."

His expression changed slightly.

He looked again at the arm that had been poked by Oboro.

"Did it start from... this wound? Half of my body is paralyzed, I can't feel anything... even the flow of my spiritual energy is hindered... this is..."