Let that old man heal his wounds.
Meruem's gaze naturally shifted from Netero to Gelman, who had suddenly appeared.
Was this young man the help that old man had called for?
His Nen Energy was abundant, his steps steady, his breathing even, and he had never let his guard down around me.
It seemed his strength was no small matter. At the very least, he was stronger than the other old man who had brought me here earlier—Zeno.
Why had he only come to help now? Had they decided at the last minute? Or...
Meruem still didn't know Netero's name, and he didn't need to.
Likewise, he didn't need to know the name of the young man before him.
Only if they agreed to surrender and become his "guards" would he bother committing their names to memory.
He was simply curious. If the old man had a helper like this, why had he only shown himself now?
After all, Meruem had never objected to facing multiple opponents from the start.
At the same time, Gelman was observing Meruem.
Meruem's crown looked like a rounded cap, and his powerful hands were folded across his chest.
He wore a short jacket over his upper body, now trailing scorched black smoke.
Smoke also curled around his lower body, leaving his two well-muscled legs exposed, their contours flawless.
His tail was raised, as agile as a fifth limb.
"Hundred-Type Guanyin Zero Style: Merciless Roar" had done no more than graze and burn Meruem's entire body.
Even his short jacket had survived intact.
That proved how effortlessly Meruem had handled Netero.
Even when struck without warning by a powerful blast of Nen Energy, he'd still had enough presence of mind to cover his clothes with aura and protect them.
From another perspective, this also showed