Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Netero cupped his fist in his palm, then with a slight twist, Oboro's entire arm trembled violently. A surge of force threatened to break it. Oboro's expression changed, and he could only stop his attack, twisting his waist to dissipate the immense force.

But this also caused him to lose his balance, and he was struck by the old man's palm.

He stepped back several feet from his chest.

"Phew...that was close, that was close, I almost got hit..."

Nitro exclaimed in surprise and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"..."

Long fell silent.

He felt powerless... The old man in front of him, at this moment, was perfect in his eyes, without any flaws.

Physical strength, martial arts skills, experience, Nen techniques and charisma...

All-round crushing.

Of course, that's normal, after all, it's Netero... it would be a miracle if he could gain an advantage.

Long wasn't discouraged, but... this realistic feedback made him very unhappy.

He got a big promotion that year... but...

This is a very devastating emotion; anyone with a weak will could have their beliefs collapse.

"I was just speaking my mind, you don't have to be so petty, do you? I don't respect the elderly, and I've never seen you show any love for the young... Luckily it's me. If it were someone else, after being hit like that by you, they might not even become a hunter, they might just become depressed and fade into obscurity. What could have been an outstanding hunter would have just become an ordinary person." Oboro said casually.

"If you were so easily defeated, I wouldn't have come to see you."

Netero smiled.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Suddenly, I took a deep breath.

The breath was long and powerful, and when it was exhaled again, a nearly one-meter-long 'white line' shot up due to the cool temperature inside the building.

Breathing techniques.

"Ok?"

Netero's smile vanished.

He observed that Long's body temperature was rising rapidly, as if the blood in his body was boiling.

Immediately afterwards, it stirred.

This time, even Netero subconsciously focused and felt the pressure... because Oboro's speed had increased several times over!

All of Long's organs were operating at full capacity at this moment, unleashing tremendous energy.

It is used to control the brain and flesh, and... the intensity of thought has also undergone a subtle transformation!

boom!

Netero leaped into the air... his instincts told him there was danger!

But Long's speed was no slower than his; the instant he took off, a dark shadow was right next to him.

Both of them were suspended in mid-air.

Oboro's attack methods were completely unpredictable.

The limbs moved so swiftly they became a tangled mass of black lines, attacking the old man's entire body.

Netero, his face serious, eyes darting around, used both hands and feet simultaneously... deflecting all the attacks amidst the incessant sounds of fierce fighting. However, in one of the brief exchanges, Oboro's five fingers, like sharp knives, found his opening and countered, gripping the back of his hand.

Netero immediately used telekinesis to strengthen the defense of the attacked area.

But... my hand was still scratched!

Netero's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to give Oboro a 'big' blow.

Suddenly, he noticed that the latter's breath was weak and his movements had become sluggish. He fell from mid-air to the ground and lay there sprawled out.

Netero landed on his wooden clogs. "Couldn't hold on? In that state..."

“Ordinary people can only control their external limbs... You just used the rhythm of your breathing to control your internal organs, right?” Netero’s eyes lit up; Lomb’s performance was beyond his expectations!

This is a very rare technique… to be precise, Netero had also thought about it, and even experimented with it… he could also do it like this.

Oboro is like that, but... he doesn't have a complete thought process or cultivation system, so he can only keep trying or exploring... Simply put, once this technique is formed, it will create an unprecedented school of thought.

Most importantly, this technique is closely related to 'qi'!

This younger generation clearly has connections.

There is a tradition in this area…

The body is a treasure trove for humanity; the inner body is harder to cultivate than the outer body!

Humans have a clear perception of their external physical appearance, but when it comes to their internal organs, let alone control... their 'sensory' perception is extremely dull.

"Have you had enough fun?"

He gave an irrelevant answer, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, as he struggled to his feet, walked to the side, and picked up his dusty suit jacket.

"Huh? You're leaving already? Why don't you use your Nen ability again?... Maybe you can teach this old codger a lesson..." Netero encouraged.

"Forget it... I don't have masochistic tendencies."

Long curled his lip. If both sides really used their full abilities, he would be even less likely to succeed... brute force can overcome any skill.

His Nen ability, though complex and powerful, is far from being able to rival Netero. All the buffs from the games are no match for a single slap from 'Guanyin'.

"Oh well…"

The old man was a little disappointed upon hearing this.

"Want me to give you a ride...?"

"..."

Oboro glanced back at the smiling guild master and said, "I suddenly don't want to take the Hunter Exam anymore. Joining the guild doesn't seem like a wise decision."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Netero smiled somewhat awkwardly, but said with concern, "Go back and get some rest... See you at our association."

"..."

hazy.

"Tsk."

Long tossed his head back and left the venue disheveled.

After going outside and finding no one around, Longcai, who had been calm, clutched his chest in pain, the blow from the old man still throbbing.

His current breathing technique is not yet suitable for prolonged use in combat of this intensity... his body is starting to feel the strain.

Even now, my internal organs are still spasming... It's extremely uncomfortable.

He'll need at least ten days to two weeks of rest...

"As expected... the gap is huge, but at least... I can see the height of the summit... it's not so unattainable..." Long glanced back at Hall 3 and murmured softly.

Then, they left the amusement park.

……

"You arrogant brat..."

On the other side, having confirmed that Oboro had left, Netero shook his slightly numb hands and sighed, "You can't deny getting old..."

He could tell that Oboro was putting on a brave face!

However... the latter is only twenty years old, and has a truly promising future.

This talent and skill reminded the old man of someone from his past…

But the two are completely different... not only in their growth paths, but also in their revealed talents and personalities.

Netero glanced at his bleeding hand, then at his ruined clothes, and smiled. "A bit disheveled... I can't let anyone else see..."

Drop drop drop.

Just then, his cell phone, which was inside his lining, suddenly rang.

The old man glanced at it; the number was Biskey.

Expected.

"Hey, hey, hey... President, how's your 'exchange' going?" Bisky's excited voice came through as soon as the call connected.

"Ho ho... he's already gone..."

The old man laughed heartily.

"

"So? Did you give him a hard time? That kid is usually so arrogant, I knew he wouldn't participate in the preliminaries obediently..." Bisky said incessantly.

“Hmm… just as you said, he is indeed exceptionally outstanding… however, someone like him won’t be easily intimidated. On the contrary, he gave me a great surprise,” Netero replied.

"Ok?"

Bisky was taken aback.

Prior to this, she had communicated with the chairman many times, explaining the situation regarding Long and giving the chairman a basic understanding of Long. Under such circumstances, how could she still surprise the old man?

“His growth rate has exceeded your expectations…” Netero said.

"His martial arts skills are likely far more than that... especially a magical breathing technique! His physical talent is exceptional; compared to ordinary people, he can quickly train his body to an extremely high level, not just honing his external muscles and bones, but also his internal strength! In terms of physical attributes alone, he does indeed resemble me in my youth... As for his Nen level, it has improved considerably from what you described... mostly thanks to his growth over the past year. What truly surprised me is his physique. However... after your reminder, I can see that he has a deeper understanding and direction in Nen, and is intentionally training in that direction... but he hasn't grasped its true essence."

Netero, recalling the scenes from his recent battle with Oboro, calmly said, "He probably hasn't fought with a true sense of 'I'm going to die' in any real sense... Or rather, in all his battles so far, no one has been able to threaten his life... True transformation of Nen requires death to ignite and cleanse it... Only then can it be sublimated. He only understands the path now, but hasn't yet had the actual experience and understanding..."

"In addition, although his body is very strong, due to his martial arts skills, he has only trained certain parts of his body. But flesh and blood are a whole... I believe he understands this, but he has limited time. After all, he is still very young and needs to take it one step at a time."

"As for Nen abilities, I didn't see him use them this time... He seems to be wary of me, a cautious little guy."

"At his age, there are truly very few people who can reach this level..."

"However... what I care about more is his personality."

Netero's voice was calm and steady.