I Am Really Not a Nen Exorcist

Removing a living person's Nen and removing Post-Mortem Nen...

The difficulty between the two is like heaven and earth.

This is the root cause of why Arieser's exorcism is so painful and arduous.

Understand—

Among all the Nen exorcists in the world, fewer than ten possess the ability to remove "Post-Mortem Nen."

Arieser is one of them, but bound by the restriction of "Appetite of the Anorexic," the stronger the Nen to be removed, the more agonizing and painful his exorcism process becomes.

From this, one can also see the terror of this "Post-Mortem Nen."

However...

The "Post-Mortem Nen" that would cost him who knows how much energy and suffering to remove was effortlessly stripped away by the young man before him.

Yes.

This is no dream at all!

Arieser could feel it...

The "Post-Mortem Nen" he had swallowed into his body vanished before it could even be digested.

This meant that the young man's exorcism methods were so powerful... they could even eradicate the "Post-Mortem Nen" isolated outside.

"How is this possible, it's impossible—the principle of equivalent exchange... is absolute, an absolute truth!"

"With such a powerful removal method, I wouldn't find it strange if you paid with your life on the spot!"

"But you... how did you do it?!"

"Just by touching the target, you removed that level of 'Post-Mortem Nen'!!!"

After his shock, Arieser lowered his head, a manic expression spreading across his zombie-like face as he stood in place, muttering to himself incessantly.

"Can a Nen exorcist really reach such a realm...!!!"

He suddenly looked at Moyu, as if asking Moyu, or perhaps asking himself.

The sensory impact of having his understanding overturned in such a short time was far too intense...

So intense that even seeing it with his own eyes, he could only try to convince himself with the excuse of "unbelievable."

"I am not a Nen exorcist."

Moyu's subsequent reply left Arieser frozen on the spot.

Not a Nen exorcist?

What kind of joke is this?

Clearly displaying exorcism methods so powerful they bordered on perfection, yet giving the answer "I am not a Nen exorcist"?

Is he taking me for a fool?!

Arieser's mind felt stuffed with mud, his processing speed sluggish.

If this were before the exorcism, his pride would have driven him to show his anger freely.

However, having walked far down the path of a Nen exorcist, deep in his heart there was a morbid admiration for the strong.

He held a high status and possessed powerful exorcism skills, so he looked down on everyone as nobodies.

If someone else surpassed him in status, reputation, or strength, he was willing to lower his posture to the ground, even bury it underground.

"You... have quite a sense of humor."

Arieser seemed to forget Moyu's age, and his posture became very humble.

He wanted to know—desperately, madly wanted to know—how Moyu had done it.

As long as he could get the "answer"...

Perhaps he too might have a chance to touch that "realm."

"I really am not a Nen exorcist."

Thinking of the painful look on Arieser's face when he was exorcising Hawk's Nen, Moyu patiently replied once more.

But this was also the last reply.

In essence, he truly was not a Nen exorcist, and he wasn't sure if he could get another "exorcism opportunity" in the future.

Of course, one thing couldn't be denied.

His "Soul Echo" had extremely high plasticity, so it had the space and possibility to transition into an exorcist type.

But after experiencing that Nen battle with Ian, having his "Soul Echo" develop in the direction of exorcism was absolutely impossible.

Unless his "memory capacity" was large enough to let him squander it willfully.

After giving his reply, Moyu stopped paying attention to Arieser's reaction and instead shook the dazed Hawk awake.

Even Arieser, a Nen exorcist, was this shocked—let alone Hawk, who had inexplicably broken free from the quagmire.

The ultimate problem that had trapped him in the mire for over a decade—

And just like that, he was taken care of by his own son?

This development was too dreamlike.

Hawk's brain short-circuited on the spot. No matter how Moyu shook him, he wouldn't wake up.

"Hey, Hawk, wake up. Something's happening outside."

Moyu grabbed Hawk by the collar and shook him back and forth with all his might, but Hawk was like a soul leaving his body—no reaction at all.

Slap.

Seeing Hawk like this, and with the urgency of the situation, Moyu slapped him across the face.

Hawk jolted, a clear handprint quickly blooming on his cheek.

He was literally slapped awake by Moyu.

"Moyu, how did you—"

"Don't ask. I don't have time to explain. Follow me outside now."

Moyu cut off Hawk's question and strode quickly toward the door.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Hawk's brain functions clearly hadn't fully returned yet. He looked at Moyu's back with a puzzled expression.

Moyu turned back to look at Hawk.

"Enemies have come outside. Four Nen users in total. Cheadle is fighting them right now."

If he had to describe the cause and effect and the current situation in the mountain forest, it would take about five hundred words.

In this race against time, Moyu condensed it, while keeping the judgment that "the enemies might be the Qinglin Squad."

But even though Moyu didn't mention the Qinglin Squad, Hawk naturally thought of them as soon as he heard "enemies" and "Nen users."

Damn it...

Do they have a "tracking-type" Nen ability?

Hawk's expression shifted.

Moyu noticed the change in Hawk's face.

Why did the Qinglin Squad make no real moves for thirteen years, only to suddenly find them tonight...

Moyu had his suspicions, but he didn't show them.

"Follow me."

Tossing out those words, Moyu rushed out of the hall without looking back.

"Uh..."

Hawk stared blankly at Moyu's retreating back. For a moment, his emotions were complicated, mixed with an indescribable sense of relief.

Elena, our son...

Being this much like you... it's really wonderful.

Hawk collected himself, glanced back at Arieser, who stood motionless like a statue, said nothing, and then pushed off the ground, dashing out of the main hall to catch up with Moyu.

In the mountain forest.

Nen light radiated like brilliance, pouring onto the ground.

Boom, boom—!

The surging, powerful force blasted craters into the earth.

"Damn it, slippery as an eel..."

Sivir rose, retracting her fist wrapped in knuckle bones, glaring viciously at Cheadle, who held the "Medical Ledger."

"My speed should be faster than hers. Is it my imagination?"

"It's not your imagination."

Ken, after a viciously precise strike that missed, refuted Sivir's judgment in a calm tone. "If I'm not mistaken, her ability isn't enhanced eyesight—it's observation..."

"?"

Sivir tilted her head at Ken, her face showing pure confusion.

"..."

Ken's mouth twitched in exasperation. "We're both Enhancers, but I feel like you have zero thinking ability."

As he spoke, he looked at Cheadle and threw out a question with a smile.

"Why don't you counterattack? You've had plenty of chances, haven't you?"

"That question... I can answer it."

Facing Ken's interrogation, Cheadle broke her usual demeanor.

"Oh?"

Ken's eyes narrowed habitually.

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