Practicing techniques in battle, growing through combat.
That was what Moyu was doing.
Only after seeing Moyu reflect a Nen Arrow with his blade did Milo fully understand why Moyu had sought out this fight.
Learning it and putting it to use on the spot...?
No.
How could anyone learn such an extraordinary technique after seeing it just once?
Milo did not even understand the principles behind it. He simply found the technique inconceivable.
But the truth was right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.
The young man before him had indeed worked out how to use the strange technique Ging Freecss had just demonstrated, all in the midst of battle.
What terrifying talent and ability...!
Milo could distinctly feel a chill coursing through his entire body, and he began to doubt whether he could drag Moyu down to hell with him.
But he soon ruthlessly crushed the doubt rising in his heart.
No matter how terrifying Moyu's talent and abilities were, Milo had already been driven into a corner. He had no other options.
So there was no need to think about whether he could do it.
All he had to do now was burn through the flame of his life and make his enemies regret this!
"I... will never let you have your way!"
Even as shock shook Milo's heart, his killing intent surged higher.
Moyu paid no heed to Milo's thoughts. He focused entirely on swinging the Black Blade, using his still-strained control over Nen to reflect as many incoming Nen Arrows as he could.
This was probably the limit of what he could currently manage.
Precisely reflecting attacks back at the enemy the way Ging had was clearly impossible.
After straining to try it a few times, Moyu decisively gave