Chairman Netero had once observed the Chimera Ant forces from afar.
That was when they learned from Qiao Lun that the Chimera Ants had begun migrating toward East Gorteau.
Although he had kept as much distance from them as possible, he was still certain they had detected his observation.
At the time, however, they had not immediately attacked them. Instead, they continued toward East Gorteau at their own pace.
Strong.
That was Chairman Netero's assessment.
It applied not only to Meruem, but also to the Three Royal Guards accompanying him. Their strength was enough to excite him, for it had been far too long since he had encountered a suitable opponent.
His last evenly matched battle might even have been half a century ago.
But Netero understood something else even more clearly: if they truly faced the Chimera Ants, they might not be able to resolve this crisis without someone on the extermination team dying.
He had already begun to vaguely understand a few things.
Still, he chose to gladly accept this "gift."
By now, he had contacted an old friend and made his preparations. All that remained was to get himself into peak condition, then enjoy a thoroughly satisfying battle!
The dormant Nen within him began to awaken, and his mind, which had grown somewhat lax from the lack of opponents, rapidly revived as he meditated.
At that moment, Netero was like a little sun radiating heat.
Qiao Lun made the Divine Dogs stop, instinctively sensing that something was wrong up ahead.
Danger. Extreme danger!
His sixth sense screamed warnings at him. Continuing in this direction would be dangerous.
At that moment, Qiao Lun guessed what lay ahead: Netero, working his way back into shape. The old man really was terrifying.
"Let's go another way."
Qiao Lun made his