Chapter 912
2-in-1 Chapter
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Ron vaguely remembered that a White Whistle lived at the monitoring base. In this world, a White Whistle represented the absolute peak of power. Just like in the Hunter World, before the Human World made contact with Ascension Relics, S-rank was the peak of humanity.
On the Human World's side, S-rank Nen users were extremely rare.
Similarly, in this world, White Whistles were just as scarce.
The one at the base was named Ozen, known as "Immovable like a Mountain." She possessed immense strength and carried with her one hundred and twenty Thousand-Person Pacts—deep abyss relics that held incredible power, bearing some resemblance to Nen abilities.
Each Pact was said to equal the strength of a thousand people.
That meant Ozen's raw physical strength exceeded that of 120,000 people.
And this didn't even account for Ozen's own base strength.
A normal human's punch produced about fifty kilograms of muscle output, with an impact force just over one hundred kilograms. That was enough to crack bone or splinter wood with a direct hit.
But once that number was multiplied by 120,000, the resulting force reached six million kilograms in raw muscle output, and tens of millions of kilograms in impact power.
Ron ran the calculation in his mind and instinctively looked at the surrounding terrain, thinking of what kind of damage that would cause.
Ron ran the calculation in his mind using the baseline standard—human punch speed, around ten meters per second. Even at that velocity, the kinetic energy reached over 300 million joules, equivalent to about 72 kilograms of TNT.
That much energy, focused into a single impact point, would leave behind a crater nearly two meters deep and several wide. A reinforced concrete floor would cave in. Walls would shatter.
Steel bars embedded in structural beams would bend, rupture, or snap outright. Anyone standing within five meters would be launched.
Their bones wouldn't just break—they'd disintegrate under the force of displacement and blunt trauma.
But that was the low end.
In this world, none of the top-tier fighters punched at ten meters per second. That kind of speed belonged to ordinary humans.
In this world, elite physical combatants didn't punch at ten meters per second. Combat speeds often exceeded 300 to 500 meters per second—faster than a bullet fired from a handgun.
That kind of velocity pushed the total energy output to 750 gigajoules, or just under 180 tons of TNT.
That level of energy surpassed most air-dropped bombs used in modern warfare.
It approached the destructive potential of the GBU-43/B MOAB, known as the "Mother of All Bombs," one of the largest non-nuclear explosives ever deployed.
A blow like that, concentrated into a single point of impact, would flatten an entire city block. Reinforced military bunkers would rupture. Craters would open eight to ten meters deep, tearing through asphalt, rebar, and bedrock in a single motion. Shockwaves would roll outward, pulverizing structures within a 100-meter radius. Glass would explode in buildings hundreds of meters away.
Fire would follow from the air friction alone.
Any vehicle caught nearby—tank, truck, or aircraft—wouldn't survive. A tank's armor plating, designed to resist anti-tank rounds, would implode, not from penetration, but from the overwhelming pressure traveling through the chassis.
A normal person within fifty meters would be obliterated. Their body would flash-vaporize into a red mist, bones ground to dust, and internal organs liquefied by the pressure differential before they even hit a wall or the ground.
At ten meters, they wouldn't leave behind a corpse—only fragments and shadow stains.
This was the kind of destructive output an S-ranked Nen user could achieve if they possessed her level of raw physical strength.
But they didn't.
The average S-ranked combatant honed Nen to extraordinary levels—but their bodies still obeyed certain limits. Without that overwhelming muscle density and reinforced frame, they couldn't deliver this kind of mass in motion without tearing themselves apart in the process.
Instead, they relied on their Hatuse to do similar damage.
The number was terrifying. But only theoretical.
Even she couldn't do this—not yet, at least.
She lacked Nen. Without it, she couldn't amplify her strikes the way Ron could. Her physical strength was astonishing, but it remained bound by the constraints of biology. She could not accelerate her punches to the same speeds he could. Not without suffering damage herself. And not without something to support and reinforce her frame from the inside.
But Ron couldn't help but imagine what would happen if she did have Nen.
If she learned how to channel Emission-type output to accelerate her strikes—if she developed Enhancement-type reinforcement to protect her body from recoil—if she had access to an Acention Relic that could further evolve her physical structure, reflexes, and speed...
Then her potential destructive output would spike several times over.
A single punch wouldn't just level a building, it could level a compound.
With enough aura to sustain it, her strike speed could easily exceed Mach 1—the speed of sound. At that range, her kinetic energy would climb into the multi-gigajoule range per blow.
Over 500 tons of TNT per strike!
If unleashed on a fortified military base, it wouldn't just tear through walls or shred armor—it would reduce hangars, bunkers, and radar towers into flaming rubble. The concussive wave would detonate ammunition stores and fuel tanks from the shock alone.
And if it landed on human targets... The short answer was that there would be nothing left to bury.
Even now without Nen. Ozen far surpassed even someone like Uvogin of the Phantom Troupe.
Of course, in practical terms, Ozen's strength might not actually reach that figure of 120,000. The idea that each Pact equaled a thousand people's strength was only a legend. Still, a force of twelve million kilograms nothing could withstand a single punch.
Ron wasn't sure whether he could defeat Ozen when he couldn't summon his strongest nen beasts. But as long as he continued to descend into the Abyss, he would eventually cross paths with missions involving White Whistle-class individuals.
In comparison, Ozen's personality was said to be one of the more reasonable among them. Meeting Ozen in advance would be a considerable advantage for Ron's future plans.
Ron extended his En, searching for the location of the monitoring base.
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But before he could find it, Ozen had already noticed his presence.
Ozen was intrigued by Ron. As a fellow powerhouse, she could sense Ron's strength clearly. A strong fighter that young, yet one she had never heard of before and who had no background data anywhere—Ozen found that strange.
"This guy… is he trying to find me?"
Ozen saw Ron through the surveillance feed and noticed his actions. He wasn't trying to descend deeper into the Abyss. Instead, he lingered on the second layer for a long time.
"Fine then. I'll meet him face to face."
"There's no one in this world I fear to meet."
"What is he trying to do?"
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Notes: So....Please don't look at the math in detail. I know "millions of kilograms in impact power" isn't a real term, and the following calculation isn't 100% correct in the real world. BUT in this universe it is, and as long as you understand or have a reference point to how strong they are, I feel like that is fine if the math is wrong irl:
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