Warm-Up Over

If there was anyone in this world who understood the threat of the Hundred Demons Rakshasa best,

it was undoubtedly Netero.

Netero knew full well how powerful the Hundred Demons Rakshasa was, yet he was equally certain that he could deal with Jed's Hundred Demons Rakshasa without any risk.

This was not confidence, but fact.

A fact that had happened before.

Perhaps—

Netero felt there was no longer any meaning in looking back on a battle whose victor had been decided many years ago.

Yet deep down, Netero had always longed for a thrilling battle to the death.

And so Jed and his Hundred Demons Rakshasa appeared.

Moreover, they displayed strength even greater than they had possessed in life within this Nen Space.

Being able to fight a powerful foe who had grown even stronger should have been what Netero desired most.

But Netero could not feel excited in the slightest.

What Netero needed was a real opponent, not a false one born solely from thoughts.

That was right.

With the insight and experience honed over countless years, Netero easily saw through the true nature of this Nen Space.

Thus, Netero could gain nothing from this false life-and-death struggle.

In the end, it was merely an illusory space driven by mental power.

However—

Netero had never expected so many Moyus to enter the Nen Space where he was.

They were clearly false things born from this space as well.

The question was, who had made Moyu appear in this space?

"Hoho, it seemed this old man had still... underestimated you, Cheadle."

Having vaguely guessed the source, Netero lowered his eyelids slightly as a strange feeling welled up within him.

This veteran powerhouse, whose reputation resounded throughout the world, had indeed seen through the essence of the Nen Space through his