Gelman and Zeno loosened up in the uneven basin, keeping some distance between them.
Netero still hadn't come to watch. This time, though, he'd received a phone call, and afterward said something urgent had come up. He left on his own.
Zobair was cleaning the airship, keeping it spotless.
So Silva was the only one watching from the sidelines.
He leaned against a large tree, his muscular arms folded across his chest, eyes fixed sharply on the two men in the basin.
Could Father break through this impasse? He shouldn't end up as helpless as I was.
Soon, Gelman and Zeno had finished warming up.
The battle began.
Zeno, hunched over, suddenly put his right hand behind his back and raised only his left, his Nen Energy gathering like a blade.
"Although I wasn't there yesterday, Silva told me everything that happened during your fight. So I know all about you..."
"That's not very fair. How about I give you one hand? What do you say?"
Zeno meant what he said. Before Gelman could respond, he raised only his left hand and held it in front of his chest.
He approached Gelman with a cheerful smile.
Gelman immediately took up the formation of manifested weapons he had used the day before.
Bang—
Zeno suddenly accelerated. His legs propelled him upward, and he shot toward Gelman like a blur.
At the last moment, though, he flashed Gelman a ferocious grin in midair and suddenly thrust out his right hand, which had been behind his back!
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His Nen Energy surged like a purple dragon, blasting toward Gelman at close range.
At the same time, Zeno's attack came with a booming shout!
It was a personal habit of his in battle: he used his