Want to Fight Me?

Light had been careful with his words at first, mindful of Moyu's feelings.

He had only wanted to keep Moyu safe by going along as backup.

But after a few exchanges, Light realized Moyu truly intended to take on Dis Mendico alone.

He had no choice but to speak plainly.

It wasn't that Light looked down on Moyu's abilities.

Quite the opposite. To Light, Moyu was a once-in-a-century genius who would undoubtedly become a top-tier Nen user given enough time.

Light was certain of that. But that was the future.

He had spent ten days sparring with Moyu at the temple, so he knew exactly where Moyu stood overall.

To put it bluntly...

When it came to Nen techniques, Moyu had not even met the basic threshold for a normal fight between Nen users.

And Dis Mendico was a B-Rank Wanted Criminal.

He had only recently been raised from C-Rank to B-Rank, but that was because he had killed quite a few Bounty Hunters who came after him.

He was clearly a capable Nen user, and one who specialized in combat.

To take on a Nen expert of that caliber, a person needed more than a firm grasp of the advanced technique Ken. They needed to sustain it for thirty minutes at least.

Even if they couldn't manage thirty minutes, they needed to last twenty.

That was the bare minimum.

And it had been less than two months...

Light knew Moyu's talent was extraordinary, but he still didn't believe Moyu could improve his Nen techniques that much in two months.

No human could do that.

Going after Dis Mendico at his current level would be throwing his life away.

That was why Light had to tell Moyu exactly what he thought.

In other words—

*I don't think you're strong enough,