What Kind of Archaeological Team Brings Fuel-Air Explosives?

The moment the gun barrel rose, Bai Zhu had already lifted a hand.

But before he could release his Reiatsu, Ging moved first.

Piyu's feet were tangled in tree roots, slowing her reaction. Two bullets slipped through the gaps between the roots. Ging cut in from the side and shoved her shoulder, pushing her away from where she stood.

Bang! Bang!

The bullets struck the trunk, snapping it apart.

Piyu staggered two steps before steadying herself.

Yet her first reaction was actually to pull out her phone and check whether it had been damaged?

Bai Zhu's eyelids twitched.

"Is she just that carefree, or does she have absolute confidence?"

Milluki lay on the ground, his face smeared with black mud, and cursed indistinctly. "Don't worry about whether she's carefree! Help deal with these problems first!"

A man in camouflage had already rushed in front of Ging.

A huge amount of Nen gathered around his fist. Before he punched, his arm suddenly swelled, and the fist carried an explosive gust of air. A sonic boom erupted from the punch, accompanied by the appearance of countless yellow crystals.

Ging raised an arm and took it head-on.

Bang!

The black soil beneath both men's feet sank at the same time.

Bai Zhu's brows jumped.

"That punch is no joke. It's almost as strong as Uvogin going all out."

The next second, Ging twisted his shoulder and slipped inward along the other man's arm. He lifted his other hand, flinging a mass of Nen from his palm.

It traveled only a short distance, exploding practically against the man's face.

The camouflaged man was knocked half a step back. Just as he tried to adjust, Ging flicked his toes and kicked a shard of stone from the ground toward his knee.

The man instinctively lowered