From Hunter x Hunter to Supreme Will

The other party didn't even glance at his body, but just kept talking to himself...

It seems... I am still immersed in the experience of the energy of The Grudge.

How can you kill me?

How did I die?

The hungry ghost's head had a frozen expression, full of daze.

He doesn't understand...

He didn't sense any thoughts... didn't see the murder weapon, didn't see anything... the person died.

With his head still floating in the air, the hungry ghost saw what happened next before his consciousness disappeared.

The surging crowd rushed towards the man like locusts.

But the next second, a strong wind seemed to blow up with the man in the suit as the center, and blades with terrifying speed were stirring in the array.

Suddenly, blood and flesh flew everywhere...

These puppets controlled by the curse were like pieces of paper torn apart by a spinning knife, flying up or falling down in pieces.

It's completely impossible to get close.

At a certain distance, it was dismembered! With a thud, the hungry ghost's head fell on the snow, its eyes just aimed at the entrance of the prison gate.

In just a few seconds, except for the association members who were knocked unconscious, the rest of the team he assembled... were all killed.

"It's the hand..."

The hungry ghost finally saw clearly what Long's weapon was.

It was just a pair of flesh palms, but they were swung so fast that ordinary people couldn't catch their trajectory...and it seemed that they could also cause attacks beyond the range.

What's even more terrifying is that the man acted casually, and only used an extremely shallow layer of mental power, so weak that... even he didn't notice it. However, the power he displayed was not proportional to the mental energy he consumed.

This can only mean one thing... the other party's telekinesis is unimaginable! "Is this... the monster from the association?"

Thinking of this, the hungry ghost’s consciousness returns to nothingness.

……

Long walked to the prison entrance and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Just as he was about to step into the corridor, a sharp knife stabbed out from the dark and headed straight for his face.

"interesting…"

Long raised his eyebrows.

He was totally unaware of the man's attack movements, he hid it very well.

Regarding the changes and concealment of aura, Long didn't believe that anyone could block his perception... and make him unable to detect it, which could only mean that this was the characteristic of the curse.

Unique and unique.

I'm afraid... Netero was also fooled.

Long tilted his head slightly, causing the knife to miss the target.

He was able to react because the other party's movements were too slow... Although Jue maintained his stealth, he would be exposed as long as he was seen.

Or maybe the difference in physical fitness is too big. If this sword was used by Yang De or Netero, Long would be injured... Even if Silva has such a high level of flesh and blood concentration and launches a sneak attack, Long might be hit.

But the person in front of him was too slow... Of course, the other party might have already attacked with all his strength.

After dodging, Long immediately swung his hand and slapped the black shadow that was rushing towards him.

There was a loud bang, and the attacker was hit by lightning. His weak body immediately hit the wall, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his vision was briefly dizzy.

Before he could stand still, Long's big hands had already grasped his head like an iron clamp, pressing his head against the wall of the corridor.

It was as if half of his face was embedded in the cement.

The attacker was none other than one of Jade's lieutenants, a descendant of Shadow, a long-haired Shura.

In the original Sky Arena, he controlled all the communication equipment and even fought against Kurapika...

As soon as Long's hand touched Shura, the curse surging from the other party, like a ball of miasma, rushed along his arm and covered his whole body in a short moment. Not only that, the resentment also surged into Long's eye sockets and invaded his body.

It began to pollute his mind...

The curse and Long's own mental energy are intertwined, and the two completely different energies collide and fluctuate.

It was as if Long's mind was about to be devoured by the resentment.

But before he could even take half a breath, a wave of air was blown away, and the resentful power entangled in Long's body was directly broken, which made Shura, who was still struggling, unbelievable.

"I see…"

Long regained consciousness, looked at the man who was pressed against the wall and could not move, and said indifferently: "Although it is more in line with the mind, this kind of energy is far less stable than the mind... Amplifying negative emotions is itself a hidden danger for yourself... Moreover, once this kind of power from the heart is completely expanded, it will completely dominate and become a walking corpse. In other words, the personal will as the main body will be lost, and the initiative will be lost... It will become an empty shell of negative energy."

Long frowned, "It does have some good points... but overall, it's still rubbish and can't be compared with Nian at all."

After saying this, Long took a step forward and clenched his five fingers.

He had no intention of letting Shura go, so he just held the other's head and walked in the aisle, leaning against the wall.

This caused Shura's cheek bones to twist and break...even his eye sockets were bleeding. His feet were off the ground and he kept kicking, but he couldn't even scream.

In the quiet corridor, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of his bones gradually breaking.

"In essence, it's the same as Nen. You want to erode my mind... no matter what, your willpower must be stronger than mine. This is the prerequisite..."

"It's a pity. From the feeling I get from your resentment, your determination for revenge is too frivolous... This won't do. If it's just at this level... it's going to be difficult to accomplish." After a while, they walked from the corridor into a room, let go of Shura's hand, and threw away Shura's body.

Half of the other person's face had been worn away, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the wall.

The person has already died...

I couldn't hear his advice or exhortations at all.

In front of him was the entrance to the various cages and the prison interior, which was blocked by an iron bar.

The iron gate as tall as a man is open...

The lights hanging on the wall flickered.

In his field of vision, in the deepest part of the prison, a surging and strong sense of ominousness permeated.

The concentrated black resentment formed a vortex-shaped abyss inside, which seemed to swallow up everything.

Waiting for his arrival.

There is also a raging resentment that washes over like a raging wave.

This kind of mental pressure... finally made Long look a little serious.

A faint green mist slowly drifted out from his body...

His leather shoes stepped on the fog and he moved forward without any hesitation.

"You... are the best experimental material... don't let me down..."

Long muttered something.

Some expectations.

The Grudge isn’t entirely bad…it has some good points that can be used.

It is convenient for Thresh to develop his Nen ability better.

There are several characteristics of resentment.

Negative emotions, spiritual transmission and pollution, isolation and concealment of breath.

It fits very well... these ghosts he controls...

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish all my readers all the best, good health and safety.

Eat and drink well today...If you work away from home, find time in the evening to go out for something delicious, don’t treat yourself badly.

You are the best!

Chapter 196 The Best Materials

When Long walked into the prison, he saw some association members imprisoned there.

Many of them were tortured severely... Unfortunately, they are already dead.

Killed early...

Jed's handwriting.

After sensing the deaths of the hungry ghosts and Asuras, there was no need to keep these hostages.

With the most important Netero in hand, everything will be easy.

As for his men, he can still capture a large number of them with the Grudge.

Long went deeper and deeper, and finally saw the source of the terrifying resentment, a white-haired man with his back to him.

At this moment, the other party had one hand raised high, pinching a young man with the same hair color as him.

Killua.

Killua was completely enveloped in resentful energy, his limbs trembling and twitching.

It can be seen that his consciousness is resisting the negative emotions of resentment...he doesn't want to be eroded by his will.

Killua's spirit is also very strong, and he was not controlled as quickly as other Nen users.

Oboro arrived in time, otherwise... if he had arrived a little later, Killua might have died.

In a cage nearby, Netero sat cross-legged. When he saw Oboro, his expression relaxed.

"sorry to bother you."

He said softly.

In a tone that has never been used before.

No longer easy.