He had originally wanted to use the game mechanics to catch Moyu off guard...
Instead, he had dug himself into a hole.
As he was sent flying backward, Ging thought to himself.
One wrong move led to mistakes at every turn.
That described his current situation perfectly.
And the biggest problem right now was—
Moyu clearly would not let him collect the random skill reward so easily.
So he had to prepare for the worst.
Assuming he lacked a Nen Ability, he had to find an opportunity during the confrontation.
Otherwise, he could only remain suppressed and swallow the bitter consequences of not collecting the random skill reward from the start.
As his thoughts raced, Ging adjusted his posture in midair before landing steadily on the ground.
A burning pain came from his cheek. It was probably swollen.
Ging paid little attention to the injury on his face. He looked up at Moyu in the distance and recalled their previous exchange.
He had just adapted to the negative effects brought by that ring-like object, yet Moyu had directly canceled the ability, wiping out the results of his efforts to adapt.
And that move, which could be called a masterstroke, had left him no choice but to take a hit.
If not for his experience and solid fundamentals...
That strike just now might have ended the fight.
"The activation condition is sound, isn't it...?"
Ging casually tore off a corner of the cloth and stuffed it into his ear.
He had seen that Moyu's conjured object relied on sound to activate its effects. As long as he blocked his hearing, he could cut off the ability's influence on him.
To strengthen the earplug's effectiveness, Ging deliberately wrapped a bit of aura around the cloth plug.
Such meticulous little maneuvers were as