The 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva's Final Form · Netero's Heroic Sacrifice

Within the hollow at the heart of the Ant Nest, the spectral image of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva had faded until it was almost invisible. Chairman Netero's white hair hung in disarray, his martial arts uniform was torn to shreds, and his arms trembled slightly. Every breath brought up bloody froth. The Nen within him was already on the verge of exhaustion, and Meruem's casual counterattacks had shattered his internal organs. Yet in those aged eyes, the flame of martial devotion still burned, undimmed after a century. Across from him, Meruem stood silently. Since his birth, he had never suffered a true injury. Although Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva had struck with earth-shaking force, it had failed to truly breach even his skin. In Meruem's eyes, this elderly human was powerful and worthy of respect, but... still nowhere near powerful enough to defeat him. "Human, you no longer have the strength to throw another punch," Meruem said, his voice calm and steady. "I acknowledge your determination. Let this end here." Chairman Netero laughed, boldly, bleakly, and with absolute resolve. Slowly, he raised his trembling arms and pressed his palms together, returning to the opening stance of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva. At that moment, he was no longer the chairman of the Hunter Association, no longer a hundred-year-old man, but simply a martial artist pursuing the pinnacle of his art. "Meruem, you are strong. So strong that you leave me in despair." "But remember this-what makes humanity terrifying has never been individual strength, but the 'malice' it can breed to ensure its survival." As his words fell, the final spark of life within Chairman Netero burned itself out. "-100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva: Zero Hand!!" The enormous spectral Bodhisattva erupted into being at the heart of the Ant Nest. A thousand hands descended together,