Netero heard Meruem declare his victory and wanted to argue back.
But then he remembered how Meruem had seen through and countered his "Hundred-Type Guanyin." The words caught in his throat, and he couldn't help looking at Gelman with a dark expression.
If anyone could have already memorized all of Gelman's attack patterns and methods, then found a way to land a devastating blow, it was Meruem.
But...
Things had come to this. All Netero could do was help Gelman to the end, using his "Hundred-Type Guanyin" to cover every opening.
Netero clasped his hands together, stood on one leg, and raised the other, folding it beneath his hip.
The "Hundred-Type Guanyin" burst with power, its golden thousand hands appearing distinctly, like the petals of a lotus.
From here on, he had to focus and push himself to his limits.
Gelman glanced over, then focused on Meruem, observing the subtle shifts in his Nen Energy and body.
Meruem's words sounded arrogant and boastful, but he truly had the talent and strength to back them up.
Meruem was still immature in both body and mind.
If he could bring that terrifying talent and potential to fruition, then there truly was no one in the Six Continents who could beat him in a one-on-one fight.
Gelman refused to let his guard down.
Meruem had read many books and experienced many things, yet in certain respects his mind remained childishly innocent.
Or perhaps one could call it conceit.
For instance, he would announce his next move to his opponent.
"Gelman, here I come."
Bang—
The moment the words left his mouth, Meruem launched himself forward, appearing before Gelman in an instant.
Netero was startled.
He had sensed that, in that split second, Meruem's fluid sequence of gathering strength, raising his leg, and leaping