"Oboro!!!!"
"Open your eyes, and take a good look at this false world!"
"You and I shouldn't be bound here by what humans call rules!"
Beyond shouted loudly.
Accompanied by the rotation of the massive blade in his hand, in an instant, the scene was like a violent storm sweeping through.
The surrounding mist was swept up by the blade's aura, piercing straight into the sky, causing the dense fog and ghostly shadows to dissipate… and the hidden Oboro was fully exposed.
With Oboro's Nen capacity, the sea of fog he released covered a vast area… Although fighting Beyond didn't require such a large expenditure of Nen, it still covered at least two or three hundred meters in radius. And just a single swing of his blade, driven by the wind, could pull up the green mist—what kind of power is this?
His physical strength surpasses Netero's, surpasses mine!
Exactly. Without such vitality, how could he have survived from the Dark Continent…
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Oboro's mind.
What made his heart tremble even more was that behind Beyond, who was raising his blade, a gigantic, black silhouette formed from his Nen and spirit—shaped by his own mental will—a towering figure as tall as a building… its outline identical to him, moving in perfect sync.
This enormous shadow, whose face was impossible to see clearly, stood upright like a deity.
It reminded Oboro of Netero's Hundred-Form Guanyin.
Including Jage, the cursed spirit, the abilities of these three are strikingly similar.
This is a manifestation of Nen ability—related to development, but not all.
It requires the Nen ability user to possess an incredibly thick and astonishing amount of Nen, followed by a development mindset. The core of controlling Nen… is the spirit! In other words, the giant before him isn't just a "thing" made of Nen; its form also carries a kind of spiritual pressure, causing illusions in the target.
It's the ultimate expression of personal will and personal Nen.
The volume, strength, and mental resolve of the Nen—these three elements are indispensable.
Otherwise, this effect cannot be manifested.
Boom!
A fierce gale swept in, like a tidal wave, with a powerful windstorm blowing Oboro's short hair, scraping his face painfully.
Meanwhile, the attack from Beyond had already shattered his offensive. Standing beneath his shadow formed from Nen, Beyond revealed a ferocious smile.
Oboro had seen this smile before…
On the face of the chairman.
Back then, the chairman had sharpened him through endless sparring in the mountains, and finally… the old man was driven into a rage.
Now, Beyond and Netero looked so similar.
Even in Oboro's eyes, their figures overlapped for a moment.
It's no wonder they are blood relatives.
Beyond's aura, to Oboro, felt… like pure dominance!
A domineering dominance.
Not like Netero's, which is mighty but mixed with mercy and kindness…
Beyond seemed like a tyrant from an ancient era… or a brutal overlord.
In that brief moment, countless thoughts raced through Oboro's mind… everything happened too fast!
As the sound fell, Beyond's blade swung down!
Like a terrifying rainbow of sword light tearing the sky apart, in an instant, it filled Oboro's entire vision… relying solely on mobility, he couldn't dodge!
Oboro's instinct and combat experience told him the answer.
This opening was only enough for him to raise one arm, blocking in front of himself.
And that's exactly what he did.
Compared to the terrifying blade light, he appeared extremely weak—forget an arm, he seemed about to be sliced to pieces… Oboro transferred and concentrated his Nen at an extraordinary speed into his palm, activating a rarely used body tempering technique, while also employing breathing techniques.
His internal energy surged!
Bang!
But before his palm could even meet the impact of the blade, his two pant legs exploded first.
Oboro's lower body sank, pushed back by the force of the blade, sliding along the ground.
When the blade finally collided with his flesh palm, it was like a superconducting explosion, the sound loud enough to be heard throughout the entire palace… Oboro's suit instantly dissolved in the blinding white light, torn into strips, shattered into powder.
He only had a few remaining scraps of cloth.
Like a beggar.
"The strength of his flesh… surpasses that of the old man, even above me, but his mastery of Nen is still not as good as Netero's." Oboro just drew this conclusion, then, propelled by the blade's aura, he leapt over a hundred meters and directly crashed into the nearby Palace of the Parliament building.
Falling debris, flying dust.
An astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes.
The building, towering dozens of meters with stone columns lining the front and a grand statue of King Nasbi Gray Guo Rou, was decorated magnificently… The heavy walls were shattered nearly a third, collapsing entirely.
All windows were blown out…
And Oboro, presumed dead, was buried in the wreckage.
"Barehanded?"
Beyond still maintained his stance of swinging the blade, eyes filled with excitement.
It was the first time someone dared to face his attack with just flesh palms.
Even Netero wouldn't dare do this—most would resolve it with the Hundred-Form Guanyin.
"Is he unable to react? So he has to do this…"
Beyond's crooked mouth widened.
Blood from the brutal attack still dripped from his body.
But his injury was not serious.
He knew this strike probably wouldn't kill Oboro.
If he had such strength, Netero wouldn't have any hesitation.
Nor would Pariston find him troublesome.
Suddenly, an unannounced shadow appeared behind Beyond.
It was Oboro.
His clothes were tattered, bloodstained all over.
On his arm, a conspicuous wound… as if that last blow had almost sliced his entire arm off. But from his hand-raising movement, even with the injury, his mobility was unaffected.
Beyond's expression was calm and unchanging.
Oboro suddenly closed in, and at this distance, without warning, even he couldn't sense it… clearly, this was a space-type ability.
It was a flash.
"What… are you proud of?"
Oboro reached out with one hand, while the other bent at the elbow, swinging back like a compressed spring.
He slowly lifted his cold face, looking at Beyond's unturned back, and asked in a cold voice.
His eyes widened sharply, pupils expanding to the maximum… in this breath, Beyond's body seemed to display a crosshair for the best attack position.
Waiting for him to hit.
"Dimensional pressure, Infinite!"
Oboro's bent right hand, with fingers like a sword, activated the breathing technique to its maximum. The rapidly rising body temperature made his face flush red, with white steam escaping from the corners of his mouth… with a mumbling sound, his finger shot like a wasp's sting toward Beyond's back of the neck.
If that hit, Beyond would undoubtedly die!
But unfortunately, his opponent was not weak…
He was someone with enough strength and capital to challenge him, one of the top hunters in the entire human world.
At the critical moment, Beyond still had the ability to shift his position, leaning forward slightly, increasing the distance by only a few micrometers, enough for him to adjust and turn to block, with details so precise it made the scalp tingle.
Ultimate micro-control…
This is a very profound state.
It's like the ant king Meruem, during his fight with Netero, observing that every attack the old man launched involved a double-handed clasp, a starting stance… but in his eyes, the movements were extremely slow, yet he couldn't break through with speed, every time being struck back… after countless attempts, he finally found that hidden blind spot.
He tore off Netero's leg.
Now, Beyond's approach was the same.
This is a technique refined through countless trials, transcending the ordinary… merging with oneself, the spirit, and breathing, reaching a state of unity with heaven and earth.
It's also the essence of human martial arts.
Oboro's attack range is only effective for basic attacks, that is, pure physical strikes without using any special techniques.
Techniques like this are useless.
Since that's the case… Beyond cannot dodge either.
Because Oboro's combat skill and his mastery in martial arts… are also at the peak.
Perhaps this is something Beyond didn't expect.
The latter could only hurriedly raise one arm…
Oboro's finger, as if piercing tofu, easily stabbed through his Nen, creating a hole in his flesh.
Then, Beyond suddenly retreated.
He looked down at his bleeding arm, then raised his head to look at Oboro, loudly laughing. "Impressive!"
"Your injury is lighter than I imagined… You can't defend against my last strike with just Nen, and your flesh isn't much stronger than mine. How did you manage that?"
Oboro looked very battered.
At least, he looked more miserable than Beyond.
Clothes torn, one arm bleeding nonstop, skin torn open.
"You'll understand after you die…"
Oboro coldly replied.
As his words fell, Beyond suddenly twitched and trembled as if electrocuted, muscles spasming all over his body.
"Can't move…"
His expression changed slightly.
He looked again at the arm pierced by Oboro.
"Is it starting from… this wound? Half of my body is paralyzed, with no sensation… even the flow of my Nen is obstructed… this is…"
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