As the dust settled, an old man with white hair and beard, and a modest build, slowly walked forward. Neither his presence nor his bearing seemed particularly remarkable.
If not for the jaw-dropping way he had just "landed," no one would have guessed that this old man was the chairman of the Hunter Association and the world's strongest Nen User.
With a faint smile, Nara Dan walked toward Netero as well.
They stopped at the same time, as if by tacit agreement, about five meters apart, and calmly sized each other up.
A gentle breeze stirred. The two simply gazed at one another, seemingly without anything unusual happening.
"Crack!"
Biscuit's eyes widened. A fissure had suddenly appeared in the ground between the two men for no apparent reason.
Yet to her, neither of them seemed to have used even the slightest amount of physical strength or Nen.
"So a contest of pure 'presence' alone can have such an effect on the surroundings?"
Biscuit was a formidable physical fighter herself. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she watched the two face off, fully aware of the level they had reached and the danger involved.
"They aren't sizing each other up."
"They're weighing each other's capacity and caliber!"
"Only the very strongest possess this kind of perception and understanding!"
Biscuit clenched her little fists. Though she wasn't directly involved—and couldn't sense a thing from the outside—
she knew all too well how dangerous this was. It was no less perilous than a direct, close-quarters fight.
"If either side falls behind, their Martial Will will be dealt a devastating blow. Their strength might even regress afterward."
"If I joined in, I doubt I'd last three seconds against Chairman Netero's 'presence.'"
"No..."
Biscuit shook her head.
"Actually, I wouldn't even get the chance to