Chapter 270: Breathing Style Shows Its Edge x The Young Priest Toys with the Magician Again
The private soldier received the order and left...
Guzman watched the screen. The white-haired boy's fist was wrapped in flaming "Nen Aura." As he threw a punch, a majestic tiger's roar suddenly sounded... He keenly sniffed a scent of [Faith] from him... Even though this [Faith] was very faint, it still tightly connected the white-haired boy with Roy Zoldyck, who sat steadily deep within the church!
Just like the unbreakable belief system built through worship and reverence between himself and the Archbishop, and between the Archbishop and the "Great True Creator"!
"Roar!" The tiger's roar changed the winds and clouds!
One punch was deflected by Hisoka using the elasticity of [Bungee Gum]... Kastro pushed off the ground with both feet, and a heavy "Cannon Punch" like an artillery shell followed right after!
This move fused "Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire" with the "Tiger Bite Fist"!
Following Kastro's sharp thrust, with [Gyo] applied to his eyes, one could almost see a fierce white-browed tiger, interwoven with "flames" and "Nen Aura," wrapping around Kastro. With a shake of its tiger body, it pounced right in front of Hisoka... That ferocious, scorching Nen aura wind blew against his face, making his skin sting faintly!
"Hehehe... just like this... just like this..."
If not born in battle, then die in battle. Hisoka tilted his head up, his face contorting into a perversely enjoyable smile. The corners of his mouth pulled diagonally upwards as if they were not allowed to droop, and he merely said: "[Ken]!"
Meeting Kastro head-on, he also threw a punch at Kastro!
"Bang!"
Fist to fist, [Ken] against [Ten]... Kastro, who had not fully mastered the Four Major Principles, was currently still building his foundation, so his application and understanding of "Nen" were not as good as Hisoka's. But,
Relying purely on the enhancement of the [Breathing Style], as well as the difference in "aptitude" between [Transmutation] and [Enhancement],
In a fist-to-fist clash with Hisoka, he didn't fall at a disadvantage at all!
"His breathing rhythm is weird!" Kakin Empire, Royal Palace, the First Prince's temporary palace. The old brigade commander and a few sharp-eyed "Enhancement" private soldiers frowned. Through the screen, from Kastro's walking, sitting, lying down, and every movement, they faintly saw a difference... This difference was different from ordinary martial artists, different from ordinary Nen users, and even less like those popular "martial arts schools" on the continent, such as "Shingen-ryu" or "Aiki-ryu".
Instead, it looked more like a "brand new" school?
A school created by this boy before their eyes, who was not even fifteen years old?
Disbelief spread in their hearts, followed by... an unwillingness to believe...
On the throne, Benjamin Hoikoro watched Kastro on the screen expressionlessly, saying nothing. He gently tapped the armrest. In those unsmiling, majestic eyes, bright lights flashed occasionally, seeming greedy yet appreciative, making it completely impossible to see through him.
Meteor City, Pale Church.
One red, one white, two boys, fist to fist, knuckle to knuckle, their power poured out simultaneously, clashing against each other... They stalemated, and finally... with a "Bang~", they were bounced apart from each other. Tap... tap... tap... Each took a few steps back, leaving several deep footprints on the stone tiles paved in the courtyard!
At that time, the commotion of their clash finally spread out...
When the dark night was no longer silent, quietly, several heads popped out, climbing over the surrounding tall garbage piles...
"Someone is causing trouble at the church..."
"One of them is Kastro, the other... who is it?!"
Chrollo led Pakunoda, followed by a reluctant Shalnark, and quietly peeked next door from behind a garbage pile... Uvogin and Nobunaga, protecting Sarasa on the left and right, struggled to climb up the garbage pile and stared towards the Pale Church.
Shadows flickered on several other garbage piles. Those with sharp eyes were immediately recognized; they were spies under the command of other elders of the Council of Elders! Among them was the boss "acknowledged" by the trio of Chrollo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark—one of the Ten Dons of Meteor City... the [Pretentious] Berus! The old man was fifty years old, his half-black, half-white hair combed back, meticulously groomed. As Roy's neighbor, separated by just one block, he silently watched this battle from his villa through a long-barreled telescope held in his hands.
At first, when his subordinates reported that someone came to Meteor City to preach, Berus thought that person was a fool.
Later, seeing him suppress and kill Ilya and Bolton, who were entrenched in Block 4, single-handedly, Berus was greatly shocked and had thoughts of befriending him. But before he could take action, hearing that Guzman's group wanted to take advantage of Bolton and Ilya being purged to "distribute powder" in Block 4, Berus, knowing their background and madness deeply, hesitated out of caution and chose to wait and see... This waiting and seeing lasted until today, making him both worried and eager, wavering between befriending Roy and cautiously keeping his distance... After all,
The other party had consecutively killed Bolton, Ilya, and Guzman, several elders with real power in Meteor City, invisibly angering the Council of Elders and the backers each family relied on.
Berus had the intention to borrow Roy's prestige to expand his scrap business to other blocks, changing Meteor City in his own way, yet he was afraid of being drawn into the whirlpool... He was actually not as relaxed as Chrollo and those little ones going in and out of the Pale Church.
"We are different from the boss, we receive relief..."
The young Spiders could always find some excuses. But... as an experienced person, and also an old man born and raised in Meteor City, Berus keenly discovered... the "Spiders'" hearts were faster and more resolute than his, even leaning towards the Pale Church without realizing it themselves. The fact presented was—
Chrollo, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Uvogin, Nobunaga, Sarasa, and the others had imperceptibly appeared in Roy's [Believer Panel], becoming his potential reserve believers!
"Praise the Sun," the young priest, with his back to the two deadlocked in the courtyard, gently stroked the wooden box in his arms, and said slowly to Kastro: "Kastro, look at the back of your hand."
In the courtyard, the two who separated at the touch, moved again before Roy's words fell!
"Hehehe... Lord Priest, please follow the rules of the game. This is a one-on-one duel, not... a group fight~"
Hisoka's eyes curved into crescents. He suddenly glanced at the prayer hall, and abruptly yanked his right hand. Before Kastro could listen to Roy's words and use [Gyo] to look at the back of his hand, he stumbled and was directly yanked over by Hisoka!
[Bungee Gum]: Can turn aura into a bubblegum-like state, sticking it onto the enemy to restrict their movements. The longer the aura is stretched, the greater the retracting force. But if the aura leaves Hisoka's body and is stretched beyond ten meters, it will break.
In other words, this Nen ability of Hisoka's possessed both [Elasticity] and [Adhesiveness] simultaneously.
Once touched by him, a blob of transparent "Nen bubblegum" would be stuck on the point of contact, forcing one to become the object of his manipulation and traction!
Swoosh~ Kastro was pulled flying by Hisoka. With a swish, the magician, like performing a magic trick, pulled a playing card from his pocket, applying [Ken] to the card face in advance, making it harder and sharper than a dagger.
Just waiting for Kastro to deliver himself to his door, a paper card would piece into his chest cavity and shred his heart!
However, reminded in advance by Roy's sudden words, even if his reaction was half a beat slow and he was already being dragged flying towards Hisoka, Kastro, with the bright moon at his back, simply beat him at his own game, raising his fists and smashing down!
"Muda... muda... muda..."
In an instant, he threw dozens of Nen punches wrapped in flames, blasting towards Hisoka!
Hoping to force Hisoka to either retract the "Nen bubblegum" attached to his fist, or retreat, forcing him to open up the distance again.
It had to be said, the fact that Kastro could fight back and forth with Hisoka in the Heavens Arena in the original story, even forcing Hisoka to sever his own arm and use his second ability—
[Texture Surprise], thereby deceiving his eyes, causing him to fail to notice for a moment, ultimately losing and dying, was enough to prove... Kastro's own talent was not bad. It was just that in the original story, with no one to guide him, he worked hard in the wrong direction...
Boom... boom boom... Dozens of Nen punches wrapped in flames cleaved through the moonlight, descending from the sky, pouncing straight for Hisoka's face!
The red-haired boy slicked his hair back, narrowed his eyes at the sky, calculating the distance between himself and Kastro. With a sudden change of his left hand, the playing card split from one to two, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen, becoming sixteen "playing card throwing knives" in the blink of an eye. With a flick of his hand upward, they flew towards the hanging "Nen punches"!
Puff... puff... puff... A series of over a dozen explosions struck!
Amidst the vibrating Nen aura,
A figure was seen being pulled and pushed by Hisoka, taking a high kick wrapped in [Ken] to the chin, flying backwards upside down!
"Kastro!" On the garbage pile outside the church, seeing clearly the person flying out, Uvogin and Nobunaga's pupils contracted. They didn't expect that the white-haired boy who had subdued the two of them effortlessly with mere gestures in the past, would actually be kicked flying out by a red-haired boy who looked somewhat like a circus clown... The hot-tempered Uvogin was about to stand up, but was forcefully pressed down by Nobunaga halfway.
"Old man, what are you pulling me for?"
"To prevent you from going to your death!" Sarasa's two golden pigtails floated behind her head, flicking with the wind, answering Uvogin's question for Nobunaga.
Uvogin's breath hitched, he snorted, clenched his fists, and settled down... An "Enhancement" Nen user is just reckless, not stupid. He simply preferred to solve problems with his fists, but knowing he was outmatched yet still charging in... Uvogin calmed down, forcing himself to suppress the frustration in his heart. "Hisoka Morow, is ultimately stronger than that boy. Whether in 'Aura Volume' or understanding of 'Nen', he is more than a notch above the other party!"
Kakin Empire, Royal Palace, the First Prince's temporary palace, the main hall.
As Kastro was hit on the chin by Hisoka's kick wrapped in [Ken] and sent flying,
The old brigade commander Grant squinted, capturing the screen, watching the boy smash through the wall of the Pale Church like a kite with a broken string with a "thud" sound, falling into the prayer hall... He split a glance from the corner of his eye and glared coldly at Guzman beside him.
The green-haired youth who claimed to be protected by the [Truth] curled his lips, said "My Lord," put his hands together and said: "Truth above! Hisoka is protected by my Lord, naturally he is not something some ordinary trash can compare to."
Guzman cast a mocking glance at the private soldiers led by the old brigade commander. Ignoring their angry glares, he looked up at the throne, raised his volume, and said to Benjamin Hoikoro again: "May Your Highness know, Hisoka is strong, but that boy... clearly hasn't learned [Hatsu] or developed his own Nen ability, yet he can fight back and forth with him."
Guzman took a deep breath and said seriously: "Just as I warned Your Highness before, it proves from the side... Roy Zoldyck, who is responsible for training him, is extraordinary, not an ordinary person!"
As soon as these words came out, the hall immediately fell into a dead silence...
The old brigade commander Grant, as well as the private soldiers assembled around Benjamin Hoikoro's Nen ability [Those Who Inherit the Stars], even if they had the intention to refute, mostly fell into deep thought. They had to admit he was right... The white-haired boy on the screen who fell backwards and collapsed a corner of the church seemed pathetic, but in reality... his foundation was solid enough. Even facing Hisoka, he just... lacked some time and accumulation...
At the very least, that bizarre "breathing rhythm" really had something to it!
Tap... tap... On the throne, Benjamin Hoikoro rested his chin on his hand, staring intently at Meteor City, at the church with a broken corner, at Kastro buried in the bricks and stones. At a certain moment, his eyes flashed, and he saw...
That young priest, wearing a simple priest's robe and holding a scroll of scripture in his hand, put away the wooden box in his arms along with the scripture, storing them into the [Sumeru Mustard Seed] space as if performing a magic trick.
He then stood up tall, turned around, his clear eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow. Across the void, through the phantom of the owl standing quietly on Hisoka's shoulder, he locked eyes with him.
Benjamin Hoikoro, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked up, unprecedentedly revealing a playful smile...
"Guzman,"
"Your Highness,"
"You are right." Benjamin Hoikoro stared at Roy across the screen with bright eyes and said: "I have already begun to feel... he is an extraordinary person."
The First Prince abruptly stopped tapping his fingers.
Below the throne, in the grand hall, the green-haired youth had a smile on his lips. He also narrowed his eyes, looking deeply at Roy on the screen, and said: "Your Highness is perceptive. Next, you will agree with my view even more."
On the screen, the young priest's gaze was calm. As he scanned around, he looked at Benjamin, Guzman, and the old brigade commander Grant one by one. He then withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, and cast one last faint glance at Hisoka. Then,
In the moment Hisoka suddenly narrowed his eyes,
He instantly [Photified]. With another glance, he crossed the prayer hall, which was nearly a hundred meters long, stepped out of the moonlight, and slowly landed beside Kastro.
Whoosh The sleeves moved, the wind rose.
Roy flicked his large sleeves, generating a fierce wind. Amidst the swirling dust, he blew away the bricks and stones, revealing Kastro underneath with blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.
"Cough cough... Young Master, I can still fight!" The white-haired boy struggled to get up.
However, the wind didn't give him the chance. With a thought from Roy, it gently swirled and pressed the boy back to the ground.
"Kastro, rest,"
"Leave the rest,"
"To me..."
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