I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

In the comics, Gon, after pushing open the first trial door, could easily climb 200 floors with a simple, unadorned "Push-You-Fly" move. Jingyang, on the other hand, is currently at the level where he can push open the second trial door barehanded. Given his current pure physical abilities, whether he's on the 10th or 190th floor, the actual pressure his opponent can exert on him will probably be minimal…

In other words, if I want to accumulate fighting experience below the 200th floor, then there is no difference between the 10th floor and the 190th floor... I need to start thinking about countermeasures now and find a way.

As for floors above 200? That's the domain of Nen users.

The way Nen users fight has changed, which contradicts Jingyang's original intention to accumulate combat experience.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Before anyone knew it, the muscular boxer was sweating profusely and panting heavily, staring incredulously at the distracted Jingyang.

The referee looked over with a "Are you serious?" expression.

"Underestimating me?" The muscular boxer opposite him wiped his sweat, his eyes hardening. With a strange cry, he used one foot as a pivot, spun around, and lashed out with his leg like a whip towards Jing Yang's head. "Ah!"

This strange, ambiguous cry suddenly reminded Jing Yang of a black-and-white interview video he had seen in his previous life, in which the charismatic martial arts philosopher said to the camera, "Be water, my friend..."

Starred and activated!

Command: Use power similar to the opponent's...

Jing Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his arms to catch the other person's kick.

boom!

He felt a slight numbness in his arms and couldn't help but smile. The rose-gold pentagram on the back of his neck, like a seed, merged into his entire being, drawing upon his muscles and nerves...

"Ah fight!"

The muscular boxer, sweating profusely, launched another barrage of kicks.

Imitate your opponent's movements! Using the star on the back of his neck as a signal, Jing Yang instantly spun around, using one foot as a pivot, and kicked out with a bang!

Their legs collided in mid-air and bounced apart.

First move! Second move! Third move! Jing Yang used every available technique on himself. In a daze, he felt like he was controlling a game character named Jing Yang, or perhaps his eyes were three feet above his head, looking down at him and his opponent as they exchanged blows. He had a feeling of being "controlled, yet not controlled," neither dreaming nor waking...

In the end, his opponent was exhausted to death by Jing Yang. His body was covered in bruises, convulsing, and foaming at the mouth as he was carried away.

Jingyang, on the other hand, didn't break a sweat.

Although he only used a similar amount of power as his opponent, he could not reduce his stamina as well.

"KO! Winner, contestant number 988, Zhen Yuanzi!" The referee announced, raising his hand. Scattered applause erupted from the small audience. This evenly matched match was indeed quite exciting, but the outcome—one fighter remaining calm and collected while the other was carried off the court foaming at the mouth—was somewhat unexpected…

The referee thought to himself, "This young Zhen Yuanzi's movements have suddenly improved, and he's getting better and better with each fight... Has he suddenly had an epiphany? He already possessed overwhelming physical abilities, and now his technique has also made significant progress. He truly has a bright future!"

Jingyang ignored all of this and left, immersed in his experience.

"It's somewhat similar to the fully automatic operation mode of a martial arts novel..."

He thought to himself.

The Phantom Troupe's swordsman possesses the Nen ability of "carrying the fate of others," allowing him to control a target at will using his phone after attaching an antenna to them. His ultimate technique, however, is to attach an antenna to himself and have his phone's system manage his body, entering a fully automated, super-powered battle mode like a Super Saiyan…

"Bruce Lee's 'Be water' in the interview is probably similar to the Chinese 'the highest good is like water,' meaning adaptable and changeable at any time. If I remember correctly, he meant to integrate the instinct of fighting with self-control, neither purely instinctive nor absolutely rational. For example, when the thought of throwing a punch arises, the fist has already been thrown, without being bound by any conventional form..."

"Holy crap, isn't this Ultra Instinct...?"

"No, no, buddy, this is the Hunter x Hunter world. If I had to find a similar example, it would be..." Jingyang recalled a figure in his mind, "...Killua's Godspeed! Gale Mode..."

In the manga, Killua's Nen ability allows him to transform ki into electrical currents. He uses these currents to stimulate his nervous system, sensing his opponent's actions through hostile Nen and its subtle shifts, and then reacting with physical reflexes. Isn't this exactly what Bruce Lee described as "the natural that is not natural," or "the natural that is not natural"? The self's control over the body and the body's instincts become inseparable, merging into one…

Of course, to reach this level, there is a prerequisite: having accumulated a large amount of combat experience.

However, Jingyang compensated for this by using the self-control of the star marker to enter an automatic combat mode similar to that of a martial arts master. In this state, Jingyang could even learn and imitate his opponent's fighting moves at lightning speed...

Soon, Xiao Di also won the second round, and like Jing Yang, she got the slip to advance to the 20th floor. However, they both decided to stop there for today.

"Automatic mode?"

After leaving the Sky Arena, Xiao Di listened to Jing Yang talk about his latest insights and couldn't help but feel curious.

Inside the restaurant, Jingyang tapped his spoon and chuckled, "This name isn't very nice, Xiaodi, can you think of a new one... Hey, this chocolate ice cream looks good, Xiaodi, would you like to try it?"

Xiao Di pondered for a moment, then opened her mouth and took a spoonful of ice cream that Jing Yang handed her.

Even as the two strolled through the streets that afternoon, visited the elf amusement park, took photos, fed the pigeons, and rode the Ferris wheel, she would occasionally pause to ponder, still thinking about the name of Jingyang's new move...

And so, Jingyang and Xiaodi's lives have settled down.

In the morning, I went to Sky Arena to check it out, won two matches, and then left.

At noon, I strolled around the streets, took some photos as a kind of sightseeing trip, had lunch, and then spent the afternoon practicing meditation at the hotel...

……

A few days later, on the 70th floor, the audience was even larger, and more betting odds appeared.

On the arena, a strongman weighing four or five hundred pounds lunged at Jing Yang, but Jing Yang remained unmoved, thinking to himself, "A meteor strikes like the wind!"

The star mark behind his neck activated immediately. Jing Yang's eyes shone with a half-light, half-darkness, as if veiled by a layer of jade-like radiance. Facing the opponent's offensive, his body reacted instinctively, yet with a real sense of complete control. In these repeated battles pushing his limits, Jing Yang's consciousness and body absorbed all the combat experience...

"KO! Winner: Zhen Yuanzi!"

The referee walked up to Jing Yang and announced loudly, which was met with a thunderous roar of cheers from the audience.

Jing Yang waved and left to collect his prize money from the competition. He then found Xiao Di, who had also returned victorious, and asked, "How much did you get?"

“7 jin of nuns,” Xiao Di said.

“I also have 7,” Jingyang laughed. “Let’s go, let’s go get another meal!”

……

After playing around the amusement park, the two found a restaurant they liked recently. They looked at the photos they had just developed while waiting for their food. Luckily, they arrived early, and they finished off the last remaining chocolate ice cream. Since they were in good health and unlikely to get an upset stomach, they decided to enjoy it to their heart's content.

Suddenly, Jingyang paused in his act of flipping through the photos. He wondered if he had misread them and retrieved the one he had just tossed aside.

This was taken by Xiao Di. He was standing in front of the fountain, playing with the rock finch and the others in the water, when Xiao Di snapped a picture... The focus isn't on that, but on the edge of the photo. In a corner of the crowd, a blond figure almost walked out of the frame.

Although the image is slightly out of focus and the face is a bit blurry, the blond boy's delicate profile, especially his distinctive Kuruta tribe attire, is highly recognizable. Kurapika?

Just then, a disgruntled boy's voice came from the restaurant's order counter: "What? The chocolate ice cream is gone? Who bought it all?"

Xiao Di turned around and looked over, and Jing Yang also looked over, their eyes meeting those of the white-haired little guy who looked unhappy.

Wow, running into two "protagonists" in a row, that's incredible! Jing Yang recognized the white-haired little guy at a glance. Judging from his demeanor, he's almost certainly the Zoldyck family's darling, Killua = Zoldyck.

It'll be available for purchase tomorrow; I'll write a launch message later.

Chapter 81 Remarks on the launch

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Hunter x Hunter fanfiction needs to be nurtured. Dear readers who are able to support it, please do so.

……

I originally wanted to complain about how difficult it was to write this, how poor I am, and so on... but I'll focus on this book instead.

This book consists of five volumes in total. There may or may not be a bonus volume at the end, but it will be counted as five volumes.

I've written about half of the first volume so far. I'm personally looking forward to the ending of the first volume. You could say that it was writing the ending of the first volume that gave me the urge to write this Hunter x Hunter... Originally, I wanted to start with One Piece, Naruto, or even Bleach, but I finally finished reading the Hunter x Hunter manga a while ago, and I was really into it, so I quickly wrote an outline and uploaded it to get started.

Regardless of the results, I'm definitely going to finish this book. To shamelessly borrow a phrase from Cuttlefish's author's epilogue to *The Cataclysm of Destruction*, all those great ideas, interesting scenes, and plots I've come up with haven't been written down yet, so of course I have to finish this book…

I'm well aware of my limitations. For example, while I may have interesting images and plots in my mind, figuring out how to smoothly connect them and how to get to that point is a real headache for me. But if even one reader thinks, "Wow, that's interesting," after I finally finish writing it, I feel pretty good about that, and I'll feel a great sense of accomplishment. It'll be like my writing wasn't in vain.

Of course, if you get good grades, you'll be more motivated to write, right?

So please subscribe tomorrow at noon (there might be a few minutes' delay due to system issues), even just the initial subscription would be great. Let's continue this book together... The reason there are so many ellipses is because I'm really nervous. No online novel writer isn't nervous when their work goes live; subscriptions are our lifeline, so please, it's really important to me...

See you tomorrow at noon.

Chapter 82 The Needle

"I'm so sorry, this chocolate ice cream won't be available until the afternoon at the earliest..." said the waitress behind the counter. "Kids can try our other ice cream flavors, such as strawberry, mango, warm cola, and tropical eclipse. They're all delicious!"

"No, thank you. I like chocolate flavor." Killua said, a little annoyed.

Just then, another waitress serving in the dining area walked over, carrying the chocolate ice cream he had been craving all morning.

Killua stared at the woman with deadpan eyes, his expression slowly turning to surprise. The waitress was walking straight towards him, handing him a cup of chocolate ice cream, and saying with a smile, "Little brother, this is a gift from those two guests over there." As she spoke, she turned and pointed.

Killua took the chocolate ice cream and looked in the direction indicated. Jingyang smiled slightly at him and made a peace sign.

"What a strange person..."

As a child prodigy who underwent rigorous and even cruel assassin training from a young age, Killua is very good at judging a person's strength. It is this ability that allowed him to thrive in the Heavens Arena for nearly two years at the age of 6 to 8, with almost no injuries.

But Killua couldn't sense the depth of this person; he was like a black mist, whose aura was impossible to grasp, touch, or fathom.

If Killua encountered someone like this in the Heaven's Arena, he most likely wouldn't even consider fighting them. He's an assassin, not a martial artist; he'd deal with an opponent he wasn't sure about using assassination techniques. It would be strange for him to force himself into a direct confrontation in the arena…

Killua looked at the chocolate ice cream that the person had given him.

"Was it poisoned?"

Killua smiled slightly. He had been eating poison since he was a child, so his body was immune to all poisons. If you were thinking of doing that, you had miscalculated.

He happily scooped up a large spoonful and put it in his mouth. The deliciousness of the chocolate and the silky smooth texture of the ice cream instantly swept over his taste buds and went straight to his brain...

Ok?

As Killua was eating, he discovered a card under the cup.

I looked up at the person, who pointed downwards and made a flipping motion.

Killua flipped open the card, and a short line of text on the paper made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"I've opened the door to the second trial. What about you?"

……

Xiao Di was still studying the photo Jing Yang had found earlier, trying to recall when and where the photo of the blond-haired Khunta people was taken.

*Thud*, an empty cup was placed on their table.

Xiao Di turned her head and saw that the person who came was the white-haired boy that Jing Yang seemed to care about.