Hundred-Type Guanyin X Sword-Gripping Mental Image

Kevin's move.

He didn't swing it forcefully.

However, because of the wind, it was still extremely fast.

Faced with this exaggerated attack.

Netero jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding a serious injury.

Wind Blade slashed past his side.

A deep trench was carved into the ground.

Netero stood there, touching his side arm.

Although he had dodged it, he was still only a meter or two away from the incoming wind Wind Blade.

The clothing on the left shoulder was torn to shreds, and there were some minor cuts and drops of blood on the shoulder.

Even if you create distance and protect yourself with your aura, will you still be affected by being too close?

"The tearing force of the wind—is not from the blade."

Netero thought to himself, and he immediately understood the true power of Kevin's attack.

Kevin, on the other side, slung the sword over his shoulder.

Looking at the damage he had caused.

He picked up the sword and placed it in front of him.

The air above is flowing smoothly.

Upon closer inspection, one can see a faint gold hue on the spine in the middle of the blade, which contrasts sharply with the matte silver color of the entire blade.

That is Nen Sand.

It wasn't actually sword energy that flew out by forcefully swinging the sword, but rather Kevin using his wind control power to slash along the blade.

The sword's slashing motion was simply an enhancement of the Wind Blade.

The power, speed, and sharpness of Wind Blade swung out by hand are completely different from Wind Blade slashed out by a sword, not to mention that the sword in hand allows the qi to flow freely.

Netero looked at Kevin across from him with a serious expression.

Although this was just a friendly spar, the difference in skill between him and Kevin meant he had to be on high alert.

It's impossible to close the distance.

The huge difference in their basic physical condition could cause him to be defeated in an instant.

Only by creating distance can we have time to react when Kevin attacks.

Having figured this out, Netero pushed off forcefully, pulling his body backward.

Press your palms together.

Push forward.

A colossal Guanyin appeared behind him, with what appeared to be thousands of arms behind Guanyin.

In the instant of the sudden push, the Guanyin also extended two golden arms, which landed in front of Kevin almost in the blink of an eye.

"When!"

A piercing crash.

Kevin held the sword blade horizontally in front of him, as if blocking the Guanyin's thrust.

The body remained completely still in place.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's that? Did you see it?"

Leorio felt as if he were seeing a hallucination and couldn't help but ask everyone around him.

What exactly is that enormous golden Guanyin?

To Leorio, the thing was indistinct, like a mirage frozen in the air.

It's obvious at a glance that it's not real.

This is still the case when "condensation" is used.

"That should be Mental Image —but why?"

The moment the golden Guanyin appeared, Biscuit couldn't help but be astonished.

The appearance of this thing should only be possible with the help of Lord.

Although the Mental Image behind the old man looked very illusory, vaguely resembling a mist.

But that thing really does exist.

If you are on the battlefield, you can sense it by focusing your gaze.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield...

Kevin gripped his sword and swung it forcefully, pushing the golden arm away.

"Your strength has indeed improved considerably; you can now even conjure a faint physical form from something that doesn't exist at all."

Among everyone present, he was the only one who had actually witnessed Netero's Hundred-Type Guanyin a few years ago.

He was acutely aware that Kevin had reached the limits of human capability a few years earlier.

The Hundred-Type Guanyin remains merely a non-existent, spiritual image.

Only those of equal strength can feel Netero's will when watching the battle.

This hallucination will then occur.

In essence, such a thing doesn't exist at all; the so-called power emitted is just Netero's Nen ability.

But now this thing has indeed appeared, and it can be seen with one's own eyes.

Its power has also increased considerably.

If Netero had possessed this power a few years ago, he could have killed the Ant King by himself, even if he fought with all his might.

With that in mind, Kevin felt he could unleash a bit more of his power.

He gripped the sword blade in his right hand and swung it forward with a fierce slash.

"Call out!"

This time, the sound was even more piercing.

There was no strong wind blowing from behind.

The condensed Wind Blade flew out in the blink of an eye.

The force of the slashing motion, engulfing the air, distorts it.

Faced with this extremely fast attack, Netero suddenly retreated, clasping his hands together and pushing forward.

Two golden Guanyin hands pushed towards them.

This time it was the sound of a sword blade cutting through metal.

Extremely jarring.

In an instant, everyone around couldn't help but cover their ears.

The piercing sound quickly subsided.

The outstretched palms actually blocked it.

Kevin frowned.

"Interesting, how did you do that?"

He hadn't held back much in that last strike, so this horizontal slash should be able to injure Netero.

But unexpectedly, before they could even fly over, they were stopped by an illusory Mental Image.

It's due to Mental Image.

Didn't I know the image of the Hundred-Type Guanyin was so sturdy?

"Surprised? Kid, don't underestimate my years of cultivation."

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To Kevin's surprise, Netero couldn't help but laugh.

Kevin smirked, said nothing, and suddenly slashed forward.

Another wind Wind Blade.

This time, the speed was incredibly fast, passing by in the blink of an eye.

Netero had clearly created at least three hundred meters of distance between them, but this Wind Blast didn't even make a sound.

That's too fast.

Arriving in an instant.

Netero didn't even have time to push his hands forward with palms together; he could only manage to put his hands together in prayer position.

Clap your hands in front of your body.

A golden Hundred-Type Guanyin enveloped him.

A piercing cutting sound.

In the end, they failed to split the Guanyin.

"Call!"

Netero visibly exhaled.

Sweat was already beading on his forehead.

The people watching from a distance had their hearts in their throats. They were able to react to what was happening, especially those who had returned from the Dark Continent.

Kevin didn't really intend to kill Netero; the flying attack, though extremely fast, would inevitably have reduced power.

They are able to react to such attacks and take evasive action.

But that's just them.

If they're not careful, they could all get hit and injured.

They were relieved to see that Netero had blocked the way.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Morel was starting to feel uneasy.

Biscuit simply waved her hand dismissively.

"Sparring is bound to result in injuries. As long as you're not killed instantly, there are medicines to help you recover; it's just a bit of suffering."

That's true, but it's just a friendly exchange; it's really unnecessary to make it so ugly.

However, Netero, standing in the middle of the field, naturally didn't think that way.

A bright smile spread across his face.

"This is really stressful."

As he said these words, he felt a surge of energy and a burning passion within him.

Even though I had already pushed my limits before, this feeling is different.

My heart burns with the firewood of hope.

That's the feeling—the feeling of being completely suppressed in battle, of being on the verge of death at any moment.

Feel your own weakness, and then look directly at the existence of something more powerful.

This feeling filled Netero with energy.

Hands clasped together.

He swung his fist wildly forward.

A dense array of fist shadows, gleaming with golden light, rained down like raindrops.

Kevin swung his sword to parry.

He would dodge left and right from time to time, and strike forward when there was an opening.

The crowd watched as the two suddenly locked in a stalemate.

"Is this really something a human could do? It's outrageous, what is this even?"

Pakunoda, it feels like my worldview has collapsed.

Although he had witnessed Kevin's prowess before, he had never seen two equally formidable individuals fight.

Whether it's the enormous golden Guanyin or Kevin's ability to casually unleash Wind Blade several meters high.

They were all completely different from the power that he imagined humans could wield; they were not even in the same league.

Battles between Nen user rarely feature large-scale, exaggerated attack methods.

Because humans are fragile.

Overly exaggerated attack methods are meaningless and a waste of time.

Given the right opportunity, a small pistol can take the life of a Nen user.

Therefore, battles between Nen user are more of a contest of will, mind, combat intuition, and wisdom.

Pull and tug, look for an opportunity, and strike a fatal blow.

Furthermore, the personalities and abilities of Nen user differ, making them more unpredictable.

Instead of being as powerful as it is now, which is visible to the naked eye.

Exaggeratedly powerful.

Kiy what Pakunoda laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Once you get to the Dark Continent, you'll find this kind of thing normal. You'll get used to it. This isn't even Kevin's true strength yet."

Kevin is still swinging his sword around, but hasn't rushed up to punch Netero yet.

At this moment, Kevin was fighting Netero on the field.

But in this stalemate, he was thinking about other things.

It's so hard.

He hadn't expected the Hundred-Type Guanyin to be so hard.

With the help of this Guanyin, Netero was fully capable of withstanding his Wind Blade.

Are we going to have to use our fists?

After all, the so-called sword aura is essentially Kevin's ability to control the wind.

Kevin rarely uses this ability to actually participate in battles of equal strength.

He usually uses this ability to accelerate himself or to adapt to the battlefield environment.

After all, many creatures on the Dark Continent are capable of releasing poisonous gases, spores, or dust.

It can also produce fog and other strange things.

At this time, a strong wind would be extremely useful, as it could severely damage these creatures' main means of attack.

This essentially explains the significant role this ability can play in the Dark Continent.

At other times, it mostly unleashes a Wind Blade to slice off distant creatures.

Without exception, these creatures were all not on the same level as Kevin, and could be killed easily.

This time, however, the blade in his hand was forged, and using the wind made it even more suitable.

Moreover, this is merely a Succession Ceremony in which the blade in his hand is being forged into Nen tool.

Kevin wants to imbue the greatsword in his hand with the ability to unleash Wind Blade; he is currently performing a Succession Ceremony to bestow this special ability.

I didn't expect the Guanyin to be so hard; it couldn't be broken by chopping.

If you used your fist, you could probably break it easily.

But that would be pointless.

This battle can be over in an instant.

But why is Netero's Mental Image so firm?

Is his Mental Image really that hard?

He really couldn't judge that, because Kevin rarely used his Mental Image to confront his enemies head-on.

In the Dark Continent, the Lord Level beings are all extremely strange and unlikely to have any dealings with Kevin.

They couldn't understand why they were wasting their precious strength and energy on such a meaningless fight.

Only Slash Ghost occasionally gets to have a match with Kevin.

However, in that kind of sparring, Mental Image is not used at all, and the Slash Ghost technique is not used skillfully.

He pondered this.

Kevin suddenly released his sword and stopped parrying.

A rain of golden fists instantly rained down on Kevin.

Attacks from all directions sent Kevin flying into the air in an instant.

Although Netero didn't understand why Kevin had loosened his defense, he couldn't afford to ignore this opening.

Fist, palm thrust, finger thrust.

Different attacks rained down in dense clusters.

Kevin's body endured these attacks head-on.

"Kevin actually got hit!"

Gon was somewhat surprised.

Kiy frowned and looked at it carefully.

"Idiot, Kevin did it on purpose," Melusina reminded him from the side.

As Kevin's closest person, she naturally understood what Kevin wanted to do in an instant.

[Blank Meteor] is starting to exert its power.

While enduring the first few punches, Kevin, relying on his body's ability to withstand the returning force, immediately deciphered Netero's Mental Image's power.

Essentially, it's a power amplifier for Netero, something Netero was able to do years ago.

However, this time the Hundred-Type Guanyin is more realistic, and its power is much greater.

"I see, I see."

Through the beatings, Kevin figured out the nature of Netero's Nen ability.

He gripped the sword and swung it fiercely.

The force instantly pushed away all the incoming attacks.

Kevin landed easily and dusted himself off.

Kevin had just endured countless attacks, yet his clothes weren't even torn; they just looked a bit wrinkled.

At this moment, Netero stopped his attack and looked at Kevin with a serious expression.

He knew that the opportunity he had just found was a result of Kevin's laissez-faire attitude.

So Kevin definitely wants to do something.

Close your eyes.

Behind Kevin appeared his Mental Image: a giant with Four-Armed Tripod-Bearer.

The Mental Image opened its eyes along with him.

The instant I opened my eyes.

The most authentic and complete image is presented to everyone.

In an instant, a suffocating pressure swept over them.

Several kilometers away, the onlookers immediately felt a sense of pressure.

Illumi frowned and crouched down.

Hisoka tried to tough it out, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by the immense mental pressure and had to squat down.

He tilted his head to look at Qi and Gon beside him. The two of them stood there straight, looking at the battlefield in the distance with serious expressions.

Looking at the whole scene.

Apart from those who returned, everyone else was forced to crouch down under this pressure.

Is it just the psychological pressure from sheer presence?

Hisoka muttered to himself.

This is on a completely different level; we should even question whether we're still the same species.

Kevin gripped the sword in his hand and sheathed it.

He pulled the sword out again.

The Mental Image behind him made the same movement.

He raised his right forearm and slowly pulled a sword from the cauldron he was carrying on his left shoulder.

The style of this sword is completely different from the style of the blade in Kevin's hand.

It is also a two-handed greatsword, but its style matches the overall style of the Mental Image.

The hilt is threaded, the guard is bronze, and the blade is decorated with intricate patterns.

It resembles an ancient, massive sword.

Two enormous Mental Image stand in opposition to each other.

A Thousand-Hand Guanyin, its form ethereal.

A lifelike figure with Four-Armed Tripod-Bearer.

"Cut!"

He gripped the sword with both hands and swung it forward.

The Four-Armed Giant also swung his sword.

Netero clasped his hands together to protect himself, and his Hundred-Type Guanyin directly enveloped Netero, with thousands of arms like wings, covering his front.

The ancient, massive sword swung down.

A collision sound rang out.

The fluctuations of power scattered outwards.

The returning members of the Dark Continent shielded themselves with their hands to block the incoming shockwaves, their eyes fixed on it.

And those who are still training and outsiders.

In an instant, it was sent flying by this shockwave.

After crashing into the surrounding trees, it clutched its head and howled in pain.

"Snap!"

My Mental Image broken.

The Mental Image of Hundred-Type Guanyin vanished into smoke amidst the illusion.

Netero was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood.

His face was pale.