Humans Have Limits

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Moyu had sent Hisoka Benso on a rampage through the underground boxing arena.

Naturally, the organizers and the mobsters at the venue had attacked him.

The whole place had descended into chaos. With no need to worry about real injuries, Moyu had fearlessly harvested the Marshfolk there.

Hisoka Benso, under Moyu's control, had beaten back every mobster who tried to stop him.

With plenty of Nen to draw on, Moyu could keep the Mimicry stable. As for threats...

The guns, bullets, grenades, and even rocket launchers were less dangerous than the Nen users in the venue.

The silver-haired woman, in particular, had five Nen users at her side.

They had crossed paths briefly in the ensuing melee, but Moyu paid them little mind. After a few moves forced them back, he absorbed the remaining Marshfolk as quickly as he could.

In the end.

Hisoka Benso had absorbed 72 Marshfolk in the venue, while the others had died in the chaos.

It was a shame, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Once he had absorbed every Marshfolk he could, escaping unscathed was easy thanks to how his ability worked.

Still, whether he was fighting Hisoka or causing havoc in the venue...

Moyu had begun to realize that whatever abilities he developed in the future, he must never lightly impose a "shared damage" Restriction.

That Restriction might greatly strengthen Soul Echo, but it would also strip the ability of its greatest advantage.

If damage to the Shadow Copy carried over to his real body, then whether he was fighting Hisoka or tearing through an underground boxing venue...

Moyu would no longer be able to do whatever he pleased.

Lying atop an abandoned building, Moyu listened to the commotion below. A faint smile touched his lips as