Old Monster X Invisible Guanyin

Kevin stared intently, his sharp gaze sweeping over Netero's figure.

In that intense Lightning Speed exchange of blows, he successfully landed several hits on the legendary martial artist.

Previously, Netero was spotless, but now he looked completely different.

That ferocious, all-or-nothing Suicide Kick finally landed squarely on his body.

On Netero's signature heart-shaped vest, a large, clearly visible footprint with muddy edges was glaringly obvious.

In addition, there were a few strands of white hair that had been cut off by an invisible blade at her temples, and a faint bloodstain on her cheek that had barely scratched her oily skin but had oozed a bead of blood.

All this silent evidence clearly shows that the body of this strongest martial artist standing at the pinnacle is not truly indestructible or untouchable.

"Hey, old man!"

Kevin raised his voice, a provocative smile playing on his lips, his words ringing out clearly in the dust-filled battlefield.

"Still holding back? Time to use your invisible attack, isn't it? That's your true trump card, your Nen ability, isn't it?"

After all, Kevin had fully utilized all the Nen ability he had developed —Wind Blast, sound waves, Nen Whip, Snake Scale, and barrier—in close combat during this battle.

The old man in front of him was stubbornly using only basic combat skills and the application of Nen Aura to entangle with him, which made him seem somewhat disrespectful.

He moved his slightly numb wrist, and the knuckles made a crisp, cracking sound.

"With just these fist and foot techniques, you definitely can't get past my turtle shell. But if I get a chance and really hit a vital spot—"

Kevin grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, his smile carrying a wild and dangerous air. "That taste probably wouldn't be very pleasant."

He paused deliberately, then slowly added more fuel to the fire.

"After all, you still need to keep these old bones in good condition to deal with the unfathomable Ant King in the Palace."

"It would be such a pity if I, the 'punching bag,' got injured here and couldn't face such a formidable opponent at my peak."

Kevin deliberately dragged out his words, with a hint of mockery, "When the time comes, I'm afraid I'll be the one to happily accept this opportunity."

After hearing Kevin's blatantly provocative words...

Netero, who was walking slowly through the dust and debris, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably a few times, and a surge of anger rose within him, but then this anger transformed into a low, Fighting Spirit- ready "heh heh" laugh.

He really fell for that provocation.

"You brat."

Netero's voice was high-pitched, containing a powerful Fighting Spirit like Volcano about to erupt.

Stop spouting nonsense!

Netero naturally has his own unique standards for judging people.

Although he had witnessed Kevin's moves, those opponents were all too weak to force Kevin to reveal his true strength.

He could only piece together his judgment based on superficial combat performance and information gathering.

Based on all the intelligence, he was certain that Kevin's strength was absolutely among the top in the world today.

Moreover, he is a monster who has cultivated his body to its ultimate level.

That body, which had been tempered to the limits of human endurance, and even surpassed those limits, was completely visible to a master like him.

Although he knew this was the effect of the medicine, the limit was the limit.

This is precisely the key reason why he chose Kevin as his "warm-up" opponent.

At least, in the fierce battle where he regained his peak condition and went all out, Kevin didn't die from exhaustion.

Add to that the opponent's incredible potion-making abilities, with top-tier endurance and healing, and he's practically the perfect sparring partner.

However, Kevin was far too competent in being a "punching bag".

Netero did not intend to use his Nen ability.

He knew all too well what the "Hundred-Type Guanyin" would mean for normal humans if it were used to its fullest extent.

It can easily cause irreparable serious injury or even death.

That's a powerful and heavy attack, not something that can be easily contained.

But things took an unexpected turn.

Without using his Nen ability, relying solely on his unparalleled basic combat skills and masterful application of Nen Aura, he had actually used his full strength.

It could even be said to be the most serious and dedicated close-quarters combat he has engaged in in recent years.

And the result?

Kevin was far from being seriously injured and vomiting blood. The incredibly hard, seemingly endless Hexagonal Nen Shield, and the smooth, shimmering silver Snake Scale beneath it, prevented even the corners of Kevin's ordinary clothes from being scratched.

It wasn't even covered in any decent dust or dirt.

This is a blatant provocation against his title of "world's strongest," and a trampling of his dignity as the pinnacle of martial arts.

The only time he used his nascent Nen ability to deliver a powerful, remote strike, he successfully broke through Kevin's annoying multi-layered shields, forcing him to use his physical body to withstand the attack.

But what was the result?

Its body, covered in silver Snake Scale that shimmered with a metallic sheen and seemed to be alive, possessed a defensive power far exceeding his expectations.

Despite taking the full force of the palm strike, Kevin only swayed slightly, not even a little.

That palm strike primarily contained suppressive force rather than pure destructive power, but it also indirectly proved that Kevin's ability to withstand blows was nothing short of freakish.

It's a real, despairing "turtle shell".

In a sense, this means that he can now attack without restraint.

There's no need to worry too much about the other person's limits.

This excited him, and his blood began to boil.

Kevin stood still, casually patting non-existent dust off his clothes, then beckoned to Netero, who was a dozen meters away, with a confident yet arrogant grin.

"Bring it on."

"Tsk!"

You brat!

That's really asking for a beating!

How long has it been?

How long has it been since I've been forced to launch such a fierce and relentless offensive?

Ten years? Twenty years? Or longer?

They had long been accustomed to standing still like a deep pool and a towering mountain, waiting for their opponent to bare their fangs first, and then easily dismantling them with overwhelming force.

He was already accustomed to seeing through every flaw in the enemy's moves as clearly as a keen eye, and to making precise cuts like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, defeating the enemy with a single blow.

The opponents I've grown accustomed to facing are either overly respectful or intimidated before the battle even begins, posing little real threat. The so-called battles are merely pointless formalities.

"Kid."

Netero's voice was as deep as Abyss, but in his aged eyes burned a light more intense and pure than the rising sun on the horizon.

"I've really found the right person!"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter like a great bell, instantly dispersing the thin mist in the mountains.

It is filled with unrestrained boldness and a long-lost, soul-stirring Fighting Spirit.

Laughter echoed through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds into flight.

Kevin was on high alert, and Netero's fighting spirit was palpable.

"What an old monster."

The laughter hadn't even faded.

Netero's withered hands, yet possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, had already clasped together in front of his chest with lightning speed.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly capable of suppressing everything around it and forcing all things to bow down, descended instantly.

The air seemed to solidify, becoming so heavy it was suffocating.

The illusory, indistinct Golden Thousand-Handed Guanyin seemed to transcend the boundary between reality and illusion, and once again coalesced and manifested behind Netero.

It was not a physical entity visible to the naked eye, yet it exerted a tremendous pressure on the surrounding space, and a vast and powerful spiritual pressure swept out like a tsunami.

"Please don't... die."

"Boom-!!!"

The clasped hands had somehow already pushed forward.

The movements were so fluid and natural, so fast, that they exceeded the limits of retinal capture, as if time itself had been compressed in that moment.

Kevin was completely focused, his eyes fixed on the trajectory of the clasped hands, seeing it all clearly.

But an indescribable, overwhelming, and invisible force had already struck from afar.

The strength of this force far exceeded Kevin's previous estimates.

He felt as insignificant as a withered leaf caught in a tornado, or a massive boulder thrown by a catapult, forcefully and helplessly propelled away by this power.

For a moment, the world spun around him, and he couldn't even control his tumbling and flying backwards in the air.

All that could be seen were blurry mountains and sky rushing by.

At a critical moment.

A fierce glint flashed in Kevin's eyes, and he suddenly stretched his arms to their maximum extent to the sides!

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two long whips of Nen, condensed to the point of Nen Aura almost tangible and radiating a dark blue light, shot out from his wrists.

The long whip instantly covered a distance of tens of meters, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and accurately and violently wrapped around the trunks of two towering ancient trees in the distance, each requiring several people to encircle it.

"Creak-Boom!!!"

An exaggeratedly terrifying pulling force erupted instantly.

Those two ancient trees, rooted in the earth and with intertwined roots, were uprooted as if they were fragile seedlings.

The massive root system stirred up a cloud of soil and shattered rocks, like two primordial giants being forcibly torn from the earth by immense force.

The uprooted giant tree, like a runaway battering ram, violently scraped and struck the branches of the surrounding trees, creating a series of deafening, earth-shattering roars.

Like the first domino toppling, it instantly overturned and knocked down a large area of dense forest, sending dust billowing into the sky.

But it was precisely because of the enormous recoil brought about by these two violent dragging forces that Kevin's out-of-control, cannonball-like figure finally came to a stop, extremely close to the limit, when Chain chains were taut and groaning under the strain.

Two deep furrows were carved into the mud by his feet.

"Call----"

Kevin, having finally regained his balance, let out a long breath.

"What kind of weird technique is that?!"

Kevin was shocked.

This palm strike itself wasn't intended to cause direct damage or destruction, but its domineering and unparalleled effect of forcibly pushing someone away, ignoring all defenses, was simply unbelievable.

"There's no time to breathe in the battle!"

Netero's voice, as cold as the winds of the deepest hell, rang out like a ghost right next to Kevin's ear.

Taking advantage of the moment when Kevin was dragged back and his body stopped, he moved closer again as if by Teleportation.

The speed was so fast that it surpassed the afterimage of vision.

Netero clasped his hands together with lightning speed, raised them above his head, and then, like a battle axe splitting the heavens and earth, brought them down fiercely towards Kevin's head.

It was that invisible force again.

"Snort!"

Kevin's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and a strong sense of crisis made the hairs on his body stand on end.

In an instant, his arms became like the strongest shield, muscles bulging, and Nen Aura surging, tightly crossed and blocking directly above his head.

"Thump-!!!"

It was like a mighty bell being struck by an immense primordial force!

A deep, muffled roar, powerful enough to shatter an ordinary person's internal organs and make their soul tremble, suddenly exploded.

A visible, solid circular shockwave spread out violently, instantly blasting away the remaining broken wood and rocks around it.

The force contained in this palm strike was like a towering mountain collapsing and crushing down.

With a forceful choke, Kevin, who stood like an iron tower below, had his legs bent.

The hard rock beneath their feet was instantly covered with deep cracks like a spider web, and fragments of rock dust fell down in a flurry.

Immediately afterwards, Netero's clasped hands moved without the slightest pause, flowing Accompany.

The other palm, like a sudden storm, carrying even more terrifying and heavy wind pressure, slammed down on Kevin's head.

Like a never-ending tsunami, one wave subsides only for another to arrive, giving Kevin absolutely no chance to catch his breath or regroup.

"Is this never going to end?!"

The relentless attacks ignited a fierce rage within Kevin.

A scorching, violent surge of blood energy, as hot as Magma, erupted from his body.

"Power Roar!"

His exposed skin instantly turned slightly red, radiating an intensely hot and dazzling dark red light.

The surging, scorching steam hissed and gushed out of every pore of his body like a runaway boiler.

My heart began to beat strongly, like the rhythm of a drumbeat spreading around me.

A deep, guttural roar, like that of a prehistoric beast, escaped from the depths of Kevin's throat.

His right fist was clenched tightly, and the muscles in his arm bulged like a coiled dragon, concentrating all his boiling power, surging Nen Aura, and the blood energy of his powerful body into a single point.

Like a comet, it fearlessly collides with the invisible force above.

Comet Fist!

"Boom-!!!"

A terrifying roar, like two stars colliding violently!

The point of impact of the enormous forces instantly unleashed a violent shock, and the ground where Kevin stood collapsed and cracked as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer.

The violent, overflowing impact was like a destructive storm, uprooting the collapsed sand and dust, as well as the remaining broken trees, and throwing them away like garbage.

The downward chop did not achieve the overwhelming advantage expected.

Netero's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his movement of clasping his hands together was so fast that it was just a phantom, before he suddenly changed his move.

Instead of pressing down, the invisible giant hand struck out like a ghost from Kevin's side, silently yet with lightning speed.

It's faster than before.

The angle is even more tricky.

This time, Kevin's attention was drawn to the pressure that had vanished from above, causing a very brief delay in his perception.

The terrifying force from the side was already crashing down like a landslide.

Feeling the overwhelming force from the side, Kevin's muscles tensed instantly.

His legs, like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, suddenly sank downwards, as if trying to take root deep into the earth.

With arms crossed like a sturdy dam, and with unwavering resolve, he forcefully turned to the side to block.