Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Was the old man also infested with parasites?

The problem is, the other party didn't...

Losing his own thoughts... his bloodshot eyes, though calm, looked on.

It was filled with a will to judge him.

"again!"

A chill ran through his hazy eyes.

Above their heads, the giant stone statue's palm slammed down with tremendous force.

The slap caused the entire altar to shatter, creating a deafening crash.

However, he failed to hit the target. Using his footwork, Long increased his speed and approached the old man in a zigzag pattern in an instant. With his fingers like a sword, he accurately stabbed the target between the eyebrows.

This time, half a finger was stuck into the other person's forehead!

Long kicked the stiff old man away and snatched the ritual head away.

The giant stone figure and several smaller stone figures crumbled once more…

Long remained vigilant... Sure enough, the figure that had fallen to the ground in the distance stood up again... The wound on his forehead had disappeared.

Click click click…

Sounds came from all around. Long looked in the direction of the sound and found that more stones had been turned into puppets under the old man's mental control... The giant, several meters tall, punched and smashed several intact pillars. The fallen stones began to be pieced together and assembled. In just over ten seconds, three more giants appeared with their heads almost touching the dome.

“His energy has increased several times… his Nen ability seems stronger too… how could he be resurrected? This is definitely not post-mortem Nen… it’s an ability, not his original Nen ability…” Oboro’s mind raced, analyzing the situation. “Did someone cast some kind of Nen effect on him? He’s not the only Nen user among the Botswana tribe…”

"And there's another one with a special ability?"

"wrong…"

"Is it because the fatal wounds are relatively minor, and it must be completely destroyed, like a parasite?"

"Each time I'm resurrected, my abilities will experience a qualitative leap..."

A large number of manipulated stone men once again surrounded him. Without much time to think, Long made a decision immediately... to attack the old man again.

But this attack was much more difficult. First, he found that the stone figures moved more smoothly, as if they had really become living, breathing people. Second, the old man seemed to have suddenly grasped some profound Nen techniques, and was actually able to counterattack and evade.

Because of the improvement in his strength, his reaction speed also kept up with his own...

However, the gap still exists... In order to avoid any changes, Oboro still chose the Precision and Domination rune pages. It's just that the related runes he used before could not be activated. But there are other runes in these two series that can increase damage, which can be selected.

Primarily based on combat runes.

"die!"

A few minutes later, Oboro blasted a stone golem that was trying to block his attack, and with one hand reaching through the rising dust, grabbed the old man who was trying to move away.

Grab his neck and twist it off.

Not only did they remove the other person's head, but they also destroyed their physical body.

The empty underground space returned to calm once again.

Long was panting heavily, staring intently at the old man's skeleton... Then, a scene that made his scalp tingle appeared.

A piece of remnant flesh suddenly swelled up, like a rapidly growing spore, turning into a tumor... Oboro immediately made a move, his fingertips carrying immense power, resembling a wildly dancing blade of light, tearing the writhing, growing, and changing flesh to shreds.

But when he turned around, the other part of the corpse had already fully grown back, its flesh and bones completely regenerated.

The old man was resurrected.

"Can't be killed?"

Long was somewhat taken aback.

At this moment, the aura emanating from the old Bozwa man in front of him was no less than his own.

The entire underground space trembled, and rubble coalesced, transforming into countless puppets controlled by the enemy…

Moreover, Oboro observed that... the skin of these stone figures was peeling away, revealing facial features and more distinct and detailed limbs, and each of the thoughts enveloping the stone figures... was extremely profound.

"withdraw!"

Longmeng began to consider retiring.

His body reacted in an instant, transforming into a black lightning bolt that passed through the gaps between the stone figures and headed straight for the cave entrance where Kaki was.

But he had only gone halfway when a sharp spear pierced his eye, forcing him to retreat. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that a stone figure holding a spear was blocking his way!

This appears to be a male stone figure, with newly grown eyes on its face, as if they could capture its image…

A chill ran from the soles of my feet into the back of my head.

After a brief pause, Long changed direction again and headed to another location.

But just as they managed to create some distance, they were blocked by a giant hand falling from above, and were almost hit head-on.

In the distance, Kaki stood at the cave entrance, his face deathly pale.

My legs are trembling…

He didn't know whether he should run or stay... He had witnessed Oboro kill the elders of the Bozwa tribe time and time again, but they kept resurrecting, each time stronger than the last. This underground space wasn't particularly large or small; with Oboro's strength, he could leap across the less than two hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Right now, he was like a grasshopper jumping back and forth, his movements constantly being interrupted by the stone golems, who were also compressing his space to dodge. He was about to be completely surrounded.

Finally, Kaki clenched his fist, turned and ran away.

He had previously 'attached' his eye patch to the passageway and spotted Hisoka's location...

He needs to find Hisoka quickly, otherwise... the captain might die!

……

A moment later, a deafening roar.

The elders of the Botswana tribe manipulated stone figures to destroy and seal all the entrances and exits.

"Your companions have abandoned you..."

The old man looked at Long, who was surrounded by puppets and trapped like a turtle in a jar, and spoke.

Long threw away the ritual skull he had been holding like trash, his expression remaining relatively calm.

"You were able to be resurrected... because of the sacrifice, right? The rule of the sacrifice is that a member of your tribe dies in your place. In other words, once all the Botswana people outside are dead, you will no longer be able to be resurrected... And each time you are resurrected, your strength increases exponentially... because you were given some kind of ability by the ritual."

Long took a deep breath. "Although we've deduced that it's a ritual, we can only discern a small part of the rules and truths; it's not complete."

The stone figures around them, under the old man's control, ceased their attacks.

Because in his eyes, Oboro was already a person who was destined to die.

"The rules of the ritual exist for a purpose; all rules serve that purpose... Achieving the purpose is paramount. That you, an outsider, can see this already surprises me greatly," the old man said calmly. "And the purpose of this ritual is to ensure the survival of the last member of the tribe, no matter what happens... even if they are still alive..."

Of these hundreds of tribespeople, only one will remain after the ceremony... Therefore, we will not initiate the ceremony unless absolutely necessary.

"The Origin Worm, there are two, a mother and daughter worm. One daughter worm is responsible for fission and evolution, the other..."

"You ate the other one. The offspring and the mother worm have different missions and effects... The connection between sacrifice and resurrection, including the characteristics of your strength evolution, is also the value of the mother worm itself, which it provides to you. It's not parasitism, it's fusion. The protection you receive during the ritual is absolute! Eating the mother worm means being chosen as the last member of your clan to survive."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Long coldly said, "To be honest... if it weren't for our positions and the mission, I would personally be on your side... but now, I suddenly feel... killing you wouldn't be so bad..."

"Shouldn't the mother insect be given to someone younger? After the ritual is over... will you be able to continue the bloodline? At this age, it will be very difficult to have children, won't it?"

The tone was sarcastic and mocking.

"I am the clan chief. I have the most comprehensive and profound understanding of the clan's origins and history. Only I can pass on this heritage to future generations so that it will not be lost..." The old man replied with a firm and powerful voice.

"Is it really that hard to admit you just want to survive? Having that kind of selfish urge is normal... Don't make excuses for yourself. I know a liar right here... So, I can tell whether you're lying or not..."

"But suddenly I feel sorry for those Botswana people who died."

Long's two sentences were like tearing off the old man's fig leaf, instantly enraging him: "You should think about yourself first!"

83. The game crashed!

Long used abdominal breathing from the breathing technique, and his internal organs worked overtime. He was going to kill the old man again!

Then try to prevent it from regenerating.

He had just tried to break the ritual skull, but it didn't work.

This thing is exceptionally hard; even with his strength and mental power, he cannot destroy it in a short time, so it is impossible to do anything to it.

Oboro believed it was likely due to the rules of the ritual, and that it could be easily destroyed after the ritual ended.

Long's body temperature was rising, his eyes were cold, and his speed was so fast that the old man of the Bozwa tribe could not lock on to him at all. He only saw a black shadow sweep up in front of a row of stone figures, and the next second, all the puppets were blown to dust.

Several enormous stone figures, some large and imposing, struck or slammed down, but all missed.

The man's fighting prowess reached an overwhelming level...

No wonder he said he wanted to kill himself.

The old man was taken aback by Long's performance, but quickly regained his composure.

During the ceremony, he was invincible!

Can't die.

boom!

As the shadowy figure approached, the nearby stone figures, poised to attack, exploded...

A surge of energy followed, blowing the old man's eyebrows and hair, along with a large amount of pebbles and fine powder. He continued to use his Nen ability to reassemble the broken stones, his expression calm and unhurried... He leaned back, preparing to retreat.

But before he could even blink, Oboro's face was already less than twenty centimeters away from him...

"It's useless... If it's just this kind of power, I can surpass you even if I die again."

The old man gave a cold laugh.

Without uttering a sound, Long raised his hand and brought down his knife. His sharp fingernails lashed out with astonishing speed, so fast that there was no trace of the attack's trajectory; only a sharp sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, blood spurted from the old man's neck... as it was smoothly sliced ​​open.

However, this attempt did not sever the wound... the old man's head, which fell to the ground, still had a sliver of flesh clinging to it.

It healed at a speed far exceeding the previous times, instantly returning to its original state.

The latter's improved strength, especially the increase in telekinetic skills and energy, made it impossible for Oboro, who used breathing techniques, to easily kill him as before.