"Oboro!!!"
"Open your eyes and take a good look at this false world!"
"Neither you nor I should be bound by so-called human rules!"
Beyond shouted loudly, his voice cutting through the air.
As the huge blade in his hand spun, the place was instantly filled with a raging storm. The surrounding mist was lifted by the blade light he created, piercing straight through the sky. The thick mist and ghostly shadows dissipated, and the darkness hidden within was completely exposed.
With his Nen energy, the sea of mist Oboro had unleashed covered a large area. Even though he didn't have to use that much energy to deal with the Beyond, it had spread over at least 200 to 300 meters. And yet, with a single swing of his sword, Beyond's wind curtain pulled the green mist upward. What kind of power is that? His physical condition is better than Netero's and mine! That's right, without that kind of vitality, how could he have survived the Dark Continent Suddenly, a realization flashed through Oboro's mind.
What made him tremble even more was that behind Beyond, who was standing tall with his blade raised, a black figure as tall as a building was formed from his thoughts and mental will. The outline of the shadow exactly mirrored Beyond's, its movements synchronized with his.
This huge monster, whose face could not be seen clearly, stood tall and proud, looking like a god incarnate.
It reminded Oboro of Netero's Hyakushiki Kannon.
Including Jed, the three of them possessed the same type of ability.
This was a manifestation of the Nen ability, related to the development of the Nen, but not entirely. It required the person to possess an extremely strong and formidable mind, coupled with the idea of Nen development. The core of controlling this ability was the mind! In other words, the giant before him wasn't just a "construct" made up of thoughts, but it also carried a pressure that could cause hallucinations in its target.
It was the ultimate expression of personal will and thought.
The three elements of mindfulness, intensity, and determination were indispensable. Without them, this effect could never be achieved.
With a deafening roar, a fierce storm swept over. The tidal waves blew through Oboro's short hair and scratched his face painfully.
But Beyond had already broken through his defenses and now stood under the black shadow created by his mind, revealing a cruel smile aimed at Oboro.
I've seen this kind of smile on the Chairman before.
Back then, the Chairman and the old man had fought day and night in the mountains to train him. In the end, the old man had become angry.
At the moment, Beyond looked too much like Netero.
In Oboro's eyes, the two figures overlapped for a moment.
Truly worthy of the old man's bloodline.
Compared to Beyond's aura, the feeling he gave Oboro was pure tyranny! A tyrannical ruler.
Unlike Netero, who was strong but also kind and compassionate, Beyond resembled a tyrant from an ancient era, a despot.
In this brief moment, countless thoughts raced through Oboro's mind It all happened too fast!
The sound fell faster than Yangde's slashing blade!
The terrifying sword rainbow, which seemed to tear the sky apart, filled Oboro's entire field of vision in an instant; he couldn't dodge it by relying on his agility alone!
Oboro's instinct and combat experience told him the answer. The gap was just enough for him to raise an arm and block it.
And that's exactly what Oboro did.
Compared to the terrifying blade light before him, he seemed extremely vulnerable. Not just one arm, but his entire body seemed to be about to be cut into pieces. Oboro transferred and concentrated his Nen to his palm with extraordinary speed. He performed the body tempering technique he hadn't used in a long time, while simultaneously using his breathing technique.
The aura and blood energy in his body soared!
Boom!
Before his palms could even touch the impact of the blade, his pants legs had already exploded.
Oboro's lower body sank as he was pushed back by the force of the knife and slid across the floor.
When the blade finally hit his palm, it was like a superconductor exploding on the spot. The sound was so thunderous that it echoed throughout the palace, and Oboro's suit instantly shredded into strips and disintegrated into powder under the blinding white light.
Only a few pieces of cloth remained on his body, leaving him looking like a beggar.
"His physical strength surpasses the old man's and mine, but his achievements in Nen are still not as refined as Netero's," Oboro concluded. Then his entire body was carried by the sword rainbow, hurled hundreds of meters, and crashed directly into the nearby National Assembly building.
Rubble fell and ash filled the sky.
A shocking scene unfolded.
The magnificent building, which stood dozens of feet tall, with stone columns at its entrance and a stone sculpture of King Naseby's gray-fleshed head mounted above it, had nearly a third of its thick wall shattered by the impact and completely collapsed.
All the windows were blown out and Oboro was buried in the ruins, his fate unknown.
"Unarmed?"
Beyond maintained his sword-swinging stance, his eyes filled with excitement.
It was the first time anyone had dared to strike at him with bare hands.
Even old man Netero wouldn't have dared to do that, probably preferring to counter with his Hundred-Type Guanyin.
"Couldn't you react in time? That was the only way" The corners of Beyond's mouth widened into a grin.
His body was still covered in blood from the critical hit, though the injury wasn't serious for someone of his caliber.
He knew that this blow wouldn't kill Oboro.
If that was all it took, Netero wouldn't have feared him.
It wouldn't have bothered Pariston either.
Suddenly, without warning, a shadow appeared behind Beyond.
It was Oboro.
His clothes were torn and bloodstained.
A noticeable wound marked the arm that had received the blade, and it seemed as if the knife had almost severed his entire arm. But from the way he raised his hand, even if the injury was serious, it didn't affect his mobility.
Beyond's face remained calm and composed.
Oboro had suddenly approached, and at this distance, there was no sign that even Beyond couldn't detect. Obviously, it was an ability similar to the spatial manipulation system.
It happened in a flash.
"What are you so proud of?"
Oboro stretched out one hand while bending the other at the elbow, swinging it backward like a compressed spring.
He slowly raised his cold face, staring at the back of Beyond's head, which couldn't turn around in time, and asked in an icy voice.
His eyes widened, pupils suddenly dilated to their maximum, and with that breath, a crosshair seemed to appear on Beyond's body, marking the optimal attack position.
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"Acupuncture points and pulse manipulation: Wuji!"
Oboro bent his right hand, fingers like swords, and used his breathing technique to the maximum. His body temperature rose rapidly, flushing his face as a trace of white-hot air escaped from the corners of his mouth, and with a whisper, his fingers shot like a bee's sting at the back of Beyond's neck.
A direct hit would surely kill Beyond!
Unfortunately, his opponent was no weakling, possessing the strength and skill to match Oboro, making him one of the top hunters in the entire human world.
At the critical moment, Beyond managed to shift his body forward, increasing the distance by perhaps only a few microns, just enough to adjust and turn to block. The precision was so exact it made his scalp tingle.
This was a very mysterious state.
Similar to when the ant king Meruem fought Netero, he observed that every time the old man launched an attack, he would bring his hands together in prayer, but to the king's eyes, the movements appeared extremely slow. Nevertheless, Meruem couldn't break through with his speed and was beaten back each time, only after countless attempts did he finally find the hidden blind spot.
And ripped off one of Netero's legs.
Now Beyond was performing the same trick as Netero.
This technique had been honed over and over again until it became extraordinary. When combined with his mind, body, and breath, it achieved a harmony between man and nature.
It was the secret of fighting skills developed through human evolution.
Oboro's attack range was only effective against normal attacks, pure blows without any special techniques.
It was useless against such technical skills.
But even in this case, Beyond couldn't escape completely.
After all, Oboro's martial arts skills were also at their peak.
This might have been something Beyond hadn't expected.
He could only hastily raise one arm, but Oboro's fingers pierced through his defenses as easily as if they had been inserted into tofu, puncturing his flesh.
Immediately, Beyond pulled back and retreated explosively.
He looked down at his blood-spattered arm, then up at Oboro and laughed loudly, "Excellent!"
"Your injuries are much less serious than I expected. You couldn't have blocked my sword just now with mind defense alone, and your physical body isn't much stronger than mine. How did you manage that?"
Oboro was in tatters.
He looked much more battered than Beyond.
Nearly naked, with a bleeding and torn hand.
"You'll understand after you die," Oboro replied coldly.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Beyond suddenly jerked as if electrocuted. His muscles began to twitch and shake uncontrollably.
"I can't move," his expression changed slightly.
He looked again at the arm Oboro had hit.
"Did it start with this wound? Half of my body is paralyzed, I have no feeling, even the flow of my Nen is hindered. This is..."