"You've stayed up in the mountains for too long. It's time you came down..."
Oboro stepped before Netero and spoke coldly.
He lowered his stance, and his black suit pants were instantly stretched taut by his muscles.
At the same time, the Nen around his body surged, then abruptly contracted, forming a flowing "suit of armor" over his skin.
"Oh?"
Netero remained unhurried, as though he had seen something quite interesting... He chuckled.
I'll crush you! Oboro summoned his conviction, his gaze becoming incomparably unflinching.
He first raised one hand while bending the other arm at the elbow. In an instant, like a spring compressed to its limit, he unleashed an explosive punch at the old man before him.
God Fist!
"He didn't gather all his Nen in his hand. Instead, he's using Ken for overall defense, preventing me from countering him. By not leaking even a trace of aura, he's increased the density of the aura in his fist... His control over Nen is quite refined, and his Nen techniques are practiced as well. Most importantly... his Nen has changed since he fought Biscuit..." Netero's thoughts turned.
He raised his arms and blocked Oboro's punch.
With a boom, their limbs collided. Cracks immediately burst across the floor beneath their feet in widening rings.
Countless tiny fragments floated into the air...
Oboro's suit pants were shredded to pieces in an instant as well...
"Though it's a fist technique, the key lies in the lower body..." The force of their clash sent Netero's silver-white brows and hair flying wildly, his long sleeves whipping back to reveal half of his seemingly thin, shriveled arms. Though his expression remained relaxed, his eyes held a trace of caution as he glanced at Oboro's legs.
Bang! Bang! Bang! But Oboro's assault was far swifter and