Countless Flaws X Defeat

"Boom!"

With another deafening roar, the Ant King was once again swatted away by Netero.

His body slammed into the stone pillar beside him like a cannonball, creating another deep and shocking dent.

Now, in the vast, empty underground palace, the once magnificent stone pillars have been smashed and broken into pieces.

The floor was riddled with holes of all sizes, and the entire enormous Palace was thick with smoke and dust, with moonlight struggling to seep in through the cracks in the dilapidated dome.

This is the battlefield where the two sides fought to the death.

At this moment, the place has been completely destroyed, as if it had been bombarded by artillery fire.

The Ant King, sent flying, did not stop or pause; the moment it hit the building, it regrouped.

The Ant King's figure flashed in again like a phantom, its toes lightly touching the cracked stone bricks, kicking up a cloud of fine dust.

His movements were no longer simple, straight-line advances, but incorporated countless subtle and deceptive variations.

They nimbly leaped and bounced left and right at high speed through the broken stone pillars and the pitted floor, then launched a sudden attack from an extremely tricky angle.

This is his current preferred tactic, and also the method he used to break through a one-meter distance before.

They keep launching and changing positions. Sometimes they launch one or two attacks and then attack directly, and sometimes they change positions four or five times and still don't necessarily take action.

Its main selling point is to catch people off guard and make them difficult to defend against.

His left shoulder dipped slightly as if he was about to launch a powerful attack on his lower body, but in the instant Netero's palm wind pressed down, he twisted and spun around strangely, his right claw tearing through the air like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for his throat.

"Too slow."

Netero's voice was calm, his clasped hands remained motionless, but the giant palm of Guanyin in his mind struck first, accompanied by a howling gale, and crashed down.

It wasn't about interception, but about precise prediction.

The edge of his palm precisely grazed the Ant King's blocking arm, and the immense force slammed him hard into the ground.

This time, they completely overwhelmed their opponent with a powerful strike.

Then came a series of palm strikes.

The Ant King's actions in seeking an opportunity gave Netero that chance, which he naturally seized to launch a relentless attack.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, sand and gravel shattered as the Ant King slammed his knee heavily into the hard rock, spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly beneath his knee like lightning.

This was the umpteenth time he had been forced back to that fatal final half-meter.

Each time they approached this boundary that symbolized defeat, their clasped hands transformed into an insurmountable chasm.

Deep within the Ant King's pupils, thoughts surged ceaselessly.

The trajectory of the palm strike, the muscle tremors, the ripples of Nen Aura —all variables are rapidly disassembled and reassembled.

Another operation has been launched.

Thoughts and actions do not interfere with each other; he can do both simultaneously.

With a sudden impact, he lowered his body, feigning a sideways movement, but his tailbone lashed out like a steel whip, tearing through the air and piercing Netero's ankle.

Feint!

The real killer move is a headbutt that uses the recoil to propel the opponent forward.

He is now constantly testing his attacks.

Netero remained expressionless.

Throughout his long life and countless battles, what kind of fighting tactics hadn't he seen? He was no longer bothered by them.

"Boom boom boom--!"

Three palm strikes landed in quick succession, as fast as a sudden storm.

The first palm precisely crushed the afterimage of the tail whip; the second palm struck its face directly without any fancy moves; the third palm, like Mount Sumeru collapsing, forcefully pressed the Ant King three feet into the ground.

A huge cloud of dust rose up, and pebbles fell into the newly formed pit.

Sweat trickled down Netero's graying temples, leaving dark stains on his already tattered clothes.

More than twenty minutes of excessive output caused the aging organs to groan in agony from the chest cavity, unable to bear the strain.

But those eyes still burned with a fierce, raging Fighting Spirit.

This amount of physical exertion is nothing.

The recovery time for the Ant King after each attack is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This brat is like a greedy sponge, squeezing every drop of pain into the strength for the battle.

The sound of loose stones rolling down came from the bottom of the pit.

The Ant King slowly sat up, and the external wound on his forehead was rapidly covered by new muscle tissue at an astonishing speed.

It's just a minor scratch; a simple healer can fix it.

He had mastered so many variations of the palm techniques, yet he still couldn't break through the "time difference" created by those clasped hands.

How long will that take?

Less than a second.

A fraction of a second?

The two sides were locked in such a thrilling contest that every exchange felt as if time had stood still.

The concept of time itself seems to have been stretched infinitely.

He licked away a trace of blood from the corner of his lips; it was just a little blood from an injury to his lips.

Suddenly, he grinned, revealing a cold smile.

His computing engine never stopped, and he had found the possibilities.

After enduring so much beatings, he has made significant progress.

Even before that, they had already entered a deeper level of strategic maneuvering.

The other party was a human, while he was the king of Chimera Ant.

He does not possess a deeply ingrained and intense personality like humans do.

The human before them was so old; according to the information they had found earlier, this old man had lived for over a century.

Perhaps this century has given him unparalleled experience.

But in all that has just taken so many turns and debates, he has already made a discovery.

When multiple slaps could have been used to stop him, Netero seemed to choose only one.

When similar situations occurred a second and third time, the problems he had previously identified were confirmed.

It seems that Netero's choices show a clear preference.

Given a variety of slaps available, he would always choose the one he was more accustomed to or preferred.

This is a typical manifestation of human personality.

What he had to do was to find the other party's weaknesses from these habits and personal preferences.

He has clearly realized this.

"Human," he said, bending his knees like a bow, his long tail taut like a javelin, "I hope you have the strength to hold out until I find your weakness."

Far away.

Kevin held his breath, watching the battle unfold on the field.

I continued to observe carefully.

He witnessed the growth of the Ant King in the short time of this intense confrontation, which was not just a simple psychological game.

He observed relatively obvious surface changes, and even with these changes, he felt the rate of evolution was outrageous.

In his initial battle with Netero, the Ant King used only pure brute force techniques.

Nen ability, techniques, tactics, and strategies are completely meaningless.

Because the opponent's Nen capacity is as vast as an ocean, and the amount of Nen they output is also sufficient.

It's simply about enveloping your entire body in Nen Aura, and then manipulating that Nen Aura during battle, gathering it for both attack and defense?

No need at all.

Even if the Nen Aura is evenly distributed across the body, each area still possesses far greater power than Netero's attack.

But he quickly learned Netero's techniques, techniques that would take humans a long time, even years or decades, he mastered in just a few minutes.

He learned it so quickly, like a sponge absorbing water, just by watching, and used it so skillfully that it became instinctive.

He even spontaneously used some extremely threatening and interesting techniques. For example, he no longer needs to rely entirely on the stone pillars to move around. Instead, he can spray or construct his Nen Aura in some form to create temporary aerial floors, which help him move more unpredictably.

It was precisely through this technique that his opponent repeatedly closed in on Netero at an incredibly tight and suffocating distance.

Time is relentlessly passing.

The battle continued fiercely.

The Ant King is still growing at an alarming rate.

Watching the battle from the edge of the battlefield, Kevin's perception began to undergo a strange change.

"Can a clash of wills reach such a level that it almost distorts reality?"

The illusion that time seemed to stand still when the two collided made my thoughts race faster than the changes in my body and my perception of time.

It's truly quite illogical and strange.

But that's just how the world is.

Willpower is real and can influence reality, and the soul is also a real thing.

It's not surprising that they have such senses.

Meanwhile, the Ant King, after being struck by hundreds and thousands of heavy palm strikes, also felt subtle changes in his body.

Each slap didn't cause him much harm, but the pain was silently accumulating.

Although he could sense a slight fatigue in the other person, their unwavering will did not affect their movements in the slightest.

If the battle continues for such a long time, even if he wears down his opponent, the pain accumulated in his body will be extremely unbearable and will seriously affect his condition.

He hadn't forgotten that there was another person standing beside him like a falcon.

Clearly, humanity intends to employ a strategy of attrition warfare.

But he didn't think anything was wrong.

After all, this is a war between two races, and the Ant King himself considers himself the king, representing the entire clan in the war.

Netero was alone; even with Kevin, there were only two of them.

The other two are just two individual beings, while he himself is equivalent to the entire ant colony.

Of course, I don't think there's anything morally wrong with the other party's strategy of using a war of attrition.

If I expend too much energy in the battle with Netero and it affects my performance in the next battle, then I might lose the next one.

This will absolutely not be allowed.

But now, such a possibility no longer exists because of his discovery.

He has found the flaw.

Amidst countless variations of techniques, there are gaps left by that particular preference.

"Call out!"

Acting swiftly, the Ant King reached an unprecedented speed before the handheld device was even released, seemingly disappearing from its spot in the blink of an eye.

The results have been achieved.

Netero's right leg was ripped off!

Kevin suddenly stood up, his eyes sharp, and he looked at him with a frown.

What happened? How did they do that?

The pace of the fight was too fast, and the subtle changes in technique were no longer clearly perceptible to onlookers.

There may be a saying that bystanders have a clearer perspective, but in such a battle, those directly involved are often the ones who understand the changes and weaknesses of the situation better.

As an observer, he felt lost in a fog, unable to see the problems.

So he didn't understand how the Ant King had suddenly severed Netero's leg.

At this moment, the Ant King had already appeared behind Netero, holding Netero's mangled and bloody severed leg in his hand.

He casually tossed his leg aside.

Looking at Netero in front of him.

"Stop the bleeding now, then tell me your name." The Ant King spoke calmly, clearly believing he had already won.

His demeanor returned to its previous relaxed and commanding state, exuding an undeniable kingly aura and an air of effortless mastery.

"Your strength is definitely among the top tier of human power." His tone still carried that condescending, superior air.

Netero looked at his leg, which had been cleanly and swiftly severed at the thigh.

So much so that he barely had time to react to the moment he was hit.

The cut surface was smooth, and blood gushed out instantly.

The Ant King looked at him, and said with a hint of doubt, "Aren't you going to stop the bleeding? If you don't stop the bleeding, you'll die from excessive blood loss."

Netero frowned.

He didn't believe that losing a leg meant he had lost the fight.

"What are you talking about? Do you think you've already won?" Netero gritted his teeth and slapped his broken thigh hard, causing the muscles to bulge with veins.

Then the cut surface suddenly contracted inward, squeezing tightly together, and the bleeding was abruptly stopped by the powerful muscle control.

He controlled his body and performed this action.

Kevin watched this scene from afar.

As expected, a martial arts master like this can not only control their Nen Aura and will, but also perfectly control their physical body.

"I was just careless. The outcome is only just being decided," Netero said defiantly, his face grim.

However, the Ant King remained calm and looked at Netero, saying, "I admire you. Even now, your momentum and Fighting Spirit seem to have not diminished at all."

"But you've already broken a leg. In any case, you can no longer fight as nimbly as before. Defeat is inevitable." The tone was firm and calm.

Having said that, seeing Netero's unchanged face, still burning with Fighting Spirit, the Ant King understood.

Clearly, the other side is not yet ready to admit defeat.

In that case, let's make them admit defeat.

"Everything about your body, every move you make, has been recorded in my mind. Now you're full of openings."

The Ant King spoke with unusual calm, stating the facts.

After saying this, the Ant King assumed a new stance and said with an unquestionable tone, "This time, I will take your left arm."

Both sides acted swiftly once again, like arrows released from a bow.

Kevin's heart sank. He knew that the elderly Netero had failed.

Because it's very simple.

For a monster with extraordinary talent like the Ant King, a single failure or opening is tantamount to a permanent failure or opening.

In such a short time, the flaws will not disappear.

Since he couldn't see the flaws in Netero's argument, it meant that the problem wasn't obvious.

Rather, it is a flaw that has formed over a long period of time, a flaw that only a monster like the Ant King could find.

Therefore, this flaw still exists.

The Ant King, with his unparalleled pure physical abilities, can fail countless times, but if he succeeds even once, then he is victorious.

Conversely, Netero can succeed countless times, but just one mistake will end the battle.

Just like it is now.

Faced with the Ant King charging towards him again, Netero extended his left arm and swung it out.

However, this time, before the palm strike could even be delivered...

His left arm was torn off in a flash!

The Ant King reappeared behind Netero, casually tossing his left arm to the ground.

Then, with a relaxed and straightforward posture, he sat down directly on the cold ground.

"Now you should admit defeat, shouldn't you?"

The Ant King's voice carried the smugness of a victor. One success might be attributed to luck, but this was twice, both times by top-tier warriors; there was no possibility of a third.

Simply put, Netero's moves have been completely figured out, leaving him no room to maneuver.

Looking at his severed left arm, Netero repeated his previous method, forcibly stopping the bleeding.

With a gaze that was both pain and defiance, extremely somber, he looked at the Ant King before him, who remained unmoved.

Without his arms, Ant King believed that Netero would no longer be able to unleash his signature clasped-arms attack.

Because the other person is unable to put their hands together in prayer position.

Who told you you can't pray with only one hand?

Netero suddenly grinned, revealing an almost mischievous and wicked smile, and asked.

The essence of prayer lies not in the posture, but in the heart.

Upon hearing this, the Ant King frowned sharply.

He seemed to sense the sudden tension and impending crisis in the air.

A sense of foreboding swept over me.

But just then, the tense atmosphere disappeared.

The tense standoff between the two was broken.

Kevin flashed over and instantly moved to Netero's side.

I placed my hand firmly on his shoulder.

"Old man, stop being stubborn. You've already lost. If you continue, you won't even have a chance to use the medicine."