"You're not going to resist?"
The Red Spirit looked at Kevin ahead of him and asked.
As he spoke, he clasped his head with both hands. One hard twist would turn his head a full hundred and eighty degrees.
Kevin would make the same movement in response.
"Go ahead and try."
Despite being controlled, Kevin smiled as he spoke, looking perfectly relaxed.
The savage frenzy of that bloody battle had already vanished.
"Although you have a close connection to humans and an innate advantage against us, that advantage doesn't extend to your race's unique skills."
Kevin looked at his raised hands. The Nen Aura on them wasn't condensed, nor did it coat them like a tough membrane. Instead, it surged intermittently, like burning flames.
It looked imposing, but in essence, it was an extremely crude display of Nen Aura control, something only a beginner would do.
However, Kevin's Nen Aura reserves were so enormous that even using them this way could still produce decent re-
sults.
Yet some vital areas of Kevin's body were different. The Nen Aura there remained unchanged, clinging tightly to him like a thin membrane.
"You're controlling me through the connection to my flesh and blood, but we're still on the same level. You haven't taken complete, direct control of me."
"With control transmitted through that connection, its strength diminishes at every layer. All you can control is my body's movements. You have no authority over my power or my various abilities."
Being controlled looked frightening, but it wasn't actually that big a deal.
In this situation, humanity's disadvantage became an advantage.
A human body was nowhere near proportionate to the abilities it could unleash.
Even in human society, most Nen users, including extremely powerful ones, still had bodies of flesh and blood pushed to their