Arrival at the Tribe

The six parasitized Nen user, like wild beasts about to devour Hisoka, simultaneously charged out from in front of the Botswa Tribe. The six bursts of Nen power made their speed seem no less than Hisoka's.

Lance clearly used his Nen as well, his energy surging, and he was the first to reach Hisoka and block the latter... He opened his large hands to grab the man with the teardrop and star painted on his face, under his eyes, a typical clown-like face.

His rapidly swinging arms and powerfully clenched fingers made his movements blurry and produced a deafening roar.

However, they came up empty-handed.

Hisoka vanished from Lance's sight in an instant.

Having shaken off its opponent, it charged towards the other parasitized targets...

Selection and sorting.

Hisoka immediately realized that among the six, Lance was the strongest temporarily due to his Nen, and it would be very dangerous if he got entangled with him.

Therefore, let's prioritize dealing with a few obstacles...

He shifted his figure, dodging the series of attacks from the five people, and in the instant of dodging, he inserted the playing card into one of their skulls... As the remaining four people changed their Nen power and prepared to activate their Nen, Hisoka immediately pulled on the Nen that was already stuck to them, causing the movements of the four human parasites to become distorted.

The limbs are broken at various angles...

The four Nen user, covered in a large amount of chewing gum, were pulled together and collided with each other.

The body also became unbalanced.

In that instant, Hisoka closed in like a ghost, and like a master painter in mid-air, he slashed at the four heads with a series of swift strokes. All of this happened incredibly fast, in just twenty seconds.

Hisoka was just using them as playthings...

Even when he was alone, the difference in strength he displayed was still too obvious.

The difference in skill level between ordinary Nen user and experts is vast.

Even if he were still conscious, let alone being controlled by the insects, it would be difficult for the six of them to pose a threat to him even if they joined forces... His basic skills are far behind, and Hisoka would not give them a chance to use their Nen.

However, it must be said that the loss of intelligence significantly reduced the strength of these Nen user ...

In battles between Nen user, mindset and methods play a significant role.

Lance turned and charged toward Hisoka.

Before they even got close, they saw corpses suddenly fly up and crash down like sacks of potatoes.

Lance punched the incoming punching bag, and in the gap between his attacks, Hisoka found an opening... Just as he knocked a corpse away, his vision blurred, Hisoka's smiling face appeared in front of him.

With a flick of his wrist, he severed Lance's head in the same manner.

After doing all this, Hisoka slowly turned around and looked at Oboro, who was watching from the side.

Exactly one minute!

"What are you so smug about?" Long asked coldly, staring at his expression.

He had only killed a few mindless 'walkers'. If an ordinary person saw such a feat, they might be shocked... For example, Kaji on the side had his mouth wide open, staring at Hisoka in disbelief.

But for Oboro, this was just basic stuff. If Hisoka couldn't even do this much, he wasn't qualified to compete with him.

Moreover, the battle is not over yet.

Bang! The next second, Hisoka, who was standing still, was suddenly hugged from behind by two arms that felt like iron gates.

This person's strength was terrifying. Hisoka tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free!

His eyes narrowed.

Click click...

His arms contracted, squeezing his two arms together, causing them to rub violently and become bent... as if they were about to break.

Hisoka looked up and saw that the person hugging him was none other than the headless Lance.

He was consciously and wary of the six people resurrecting, and was prepared to react at any time... but he didn't pay much attention.

But Lance, who had been resurrected, was clearly different. His movements were fluid, his Nen was amplified again, and the intensity of his Nen power was significantly increased.

Bang! Immediately, another headless corpse took advantage of Hisoka being restrained, closed in, and One-Punch Man the latter in the face.

Hisoka's hairstyle was instantly messed up, and there were marks on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the other corpses surrounded Hisoka and launched a frenzied attack.

In an instant, Hisoka became a human target...

Long slowly stepped forward, and as she raised her hand, Face Button appeared, emitting a voice message indicating that the game was loading. "Haven't you noticed that the ritual has been going on for so long? The insects themselves are also evolving... I thought that with your insight, you would be able to see this."

Oboro's gaze shifted away from the brutally beaten Hisoka and towards the Botswa Tribe who had collapsed and committed suicide in the distance... This man's sacrifice was intended to feed on six parasitized humans, but his goal was not achieved.

At this moment, Hisoka was being grabbed by the hair by a headless corpse, who lifted his bleeding face, revealing his clean neck.

A section of white bone sprang up from the corpse's arm, transforming into a sharp bone blade, ready to sever Hisoka's head.

"You really are... malicious~~"

In this critical moment, Hisoka showed no sign of nervousness. Ignoring the bone sword that was right in front of him, he instead looked into Oboro's eyes and smiled teasingly.

His injuries were quite serious; several areas of his skin were charred, a result of another corpse's Nen ...

Before the bone blade swung, the dead man with the playing card stuck in his forehead opened his mouth, and a waiting worm crawled out of his tongue... As soon as Hisoka was hit by the blood blade, the worm would immediately burrow into his body.

At the critical moment, the two large hands that had been tightly holding Hisoka suddenly opened on their own, and Hisoka bent down instantly, dodging the fatal blow to his head.

At the same time, Oboro, as fierce as a tiger, flashed behind the group.

God Fist!

The force of the punch sent shockwaves through the chest cavity of a corpse.

Then, a few more punches followed, and in the instant the flesh exploded, he grabbed the two insects from the air with his palm, crushed them to death with his fingertips.

Hisoka has also begun his counterattack...

This time, Oboro's ability is a natural skill. He has configured rune points that can significantly enhance his strength, Precision and Domination, and his Summoner Spell are Flash and Heal.

The two attacked together, and the corpses were no match for them, quickly being destroyed.

The battle is over.

Even if Oboro doesn't interfere, Hisoka can still escape...

During the beating, this guy activated his ability and performed emergency 'treatment'.

Oboro glanced at Hisoka, who was covered in wounds, and refrained from mocking him again.

His silence caused an unnatural expression to appear on Hisoka's face for the first time. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from the wound on his face. "After knowing you for so long... I've only just realized that you're quite cunning..."

"It was your own carelessness."

He said in a low voice.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't carelessness, but rather Hisoka missing 'information' and failing to analyze the fact that the insects were evolving.

Treatment initiated.

A green light, full of vitality, rose from Oboro's body, but Hisoka was not enveloped by the light.

Oboro frowned slightly; he wanted to treat Hisoka.

It didn't work...

This means that no player was identified as being on the same team.

This guy...

Oboro understood that Hisoka had always harbored some kind of 'purpose' towards her, and even though he hadn't shown any murderous intent or hostility at the moment, he was still being rejected by the rules.

With that thought in mind, he walked away.

Although Hisoka is injured, he seems to be able to move around and is not in serious condition.

The three continued on their way.

After passing the lake, the landscape turned into a lush, green hilly area with less complex terrain and varying slopes... Wildflowers grew all around, and there were even some cultivated fields. Clearly, they had entered the Botswa Tribe's living area.

We are getting closer and closer to the tribal settlement.

Furthermore, they did not encounter any more parasitic species.

"Those six Nen user are the Botswa Tribe's biggest trump card at their garrison..." Oboro thought.

The East Gorteau army also has Nen user, but their primary role is suppressing the enemy with firearms, and the number of Nen user they deploy is relatively limited. Even those who are parasitized... may have been intentionally driven to the front lines, like the Enhancement man we saw earlier...

The tribe's goal is the king.

The Botswa Tribe would certainly prioritize killing the participants first.

"Several hours have passed since we entered the mountains... It's almost dark. The battlefield, which starts from the Sawtooth Mountains and covers the surrounding area... must contain some parasites controlled by the Botswa Tribe, including some that are relatively close by... In other words, although we caught them off guard and created a sudden danger... they should have been able to come to our aid. Why... didn't they?"

"It seems they let us into their territory because they think there are only three of us and we're not a big threat?"

He was lost in thought.

Looking up, I saw that the sky was already lit up with starlight, and the sun had sunk below the horizon.

He was on edge...

I have a vague feeling... something's not right.

In any case, their surprise attack was successful.

We're almost at the Botswa Tribe's stronghold...

Inside the woodland, there were many stones piled up by human hands... in patches, clearly a product of some kind of tribal culture.

The wind is picking up...

The branches and leaves in the forest trembled and rustled.

Long stopped in his tracks. Directly in front of him, where the trees no longer provided cover, appeared a bare hill, resembling a gigantic rock villa. The hill had been hollowed out, revealing numerous caves, giving it a honeycomb-like appearance.

Centered around the hill, surrounded by a vast plain... full of life, with many stone houses and some carved stone statues.

It's clear that this place was once lush with green grass and beautiful scenery, a rare paradise.

However, the ground is now devoid of any green vegetation, riddled with potholes, and bears the marks of war.

Even many caves on the mountain have collapsed.

Some nearby stone houses and statues have also suffered varying degrees of damage.

The scene was a complete mess.

Arrive.

This is the tribe inhabited by the Botswa Tribe.

"Nobody?"

Kaji looked around in surprise.

Could it be that the Botswa Tribe who just died was the last one? "He's probably hiding in these cave dwellings... It's quite obvious... they don't welcome us."

Hisoka's gaze swept over the dense holes carved into the mountainside, and he gave his answer.

"They didn't show up, they weren't on guard... the door was wide open..."

Long's eyelids twitched.

The pressure has increased dramatically.

"Being complacent and fearless... seems a bit tricky..."

The Botswa Tribe's attitude towards them... gave Oboro a bad feeling.