Netero wasn't in a hurry, as if he had seen something very interesting... He gave a chuckle.
Crush you! Oboro invoked his belief in his heart, and the look in his eyes became extremely firm.
He first raised one hand, and bent his other arm at the elbow. Instantly, like a spring compressed to the extreme, he blast to the old man in front of him with explosive fist power.
God Fist!
"Nen isn't completely gathered in the hand, but he's using Ren for overall defense, to prevent me from countering. He's not letting out a single bit of Nen, which has increased the aura density of his fist... His control of Nen is very good, and his Nen techniques are also very skilled. Most importantly... His Nen is different from when he fought Biscuit..." Netero's mind raced.
He raised his arm, and blocked Oboro's fist.
With a boom, the limbs of the two collided, and the floor under their feet immediately cracked open in circles, and was still spreading.
Countless tiny fragments floated into the air...
Oboro's suit pants were also instantly torn to shreds...
"Although it's a fist technique, the key is in the lower body..."
The force of the wind stirred up by this exchange made Netero's silver-white eyebrows and hair dance wildly, and his long sleeves rolled back, revealing half of his arm that looked slender and withered.
Although his expression was relaxed, his eyes had a hint of caution, and he glanced at Oboro's legs.
Bang bang bang!
But Oboro's offensive was even more swift and terrifying than the old man had thought!
After one punch, there were countless dense shadows of fists that came at him.
The power and Nen release of each strike weren't inferior to the first one!
Oboro was going all out!
Oboro's fists were swinging, and Netero crossed his two hands to block... No matter how fast Oboro's fists were, or how amazing his strength was, he still couldn't break through his defense.
Suddenly, Netero changed his move. One hand reached into Oboro's fist shadows, and his fingers accurately touched Oboro's wrist. Clearly, the movement looked very slow, but he could touch the target first, before Oboro hit him.
Just as he was about to grab it... Oboro's arm retracted as if it had been electrocuted. Netero's momentum to break the move didn't diminish, and he flicked his finger towards Oboro's face.
However, the opponent in front of him had disappeared...
"What good footwork!"
Netero narrowed his eyes.
Behind him, a whip kick that had turned into a black giant axe, slashed diagonally towards his neck in the air.
It wasn't just martial arts, but also the timing of Nen technique release, complementing each other.
The momentary disappearance of aura and the transfer of footwork...
"Young man... You really don't know how to respect the old and cherish the young at all..."
The old man complained, and swung his arm out. His palm was like a shackle, clamping down on Oboro's ankle.
But Oboro seemed to have predicted his movements in advance, and one of his fingers, like a needle, pricked the back of Netero's hand.
In the next second, there was another crisp sound.
The two separated, ten meters apart.
Most of Netero's right sleeve was broken, and the cut-off was smooth as a straight line. People who didn't know would have thought it had been cut off with scissors, and it fell to his feet.
"Diverse martial arts... They don't all seem to be from the same school. They look a little familiar... But I've never seen them before. Did you learn them yourself?" Netero pretended to be surprised, stroked his beard, and looked at Oboro, who had distanced himself, and asked with a smile.
When the old man was young, he had visited many martial arts schools. His experience was unfathomable.
He could see the essence of the fighting techniques that had been passed down by famous schools on several continents, or had evolved over the years, with just a glance, and judge the corresponding fighting style... As the saying went, ten thousand changes didn't deviate from the origin. Many martial arts had something in common.
Oboro's methods were all killing techniques that had been sharpened by tempering a certain part of his body, and then polished with moves... What was different was that he seemed to have integrated some of his own understanding into them, mixed in a little shadow of other schools, and increased the power and efficiency on the basis of the original techniques.
"Hoo..." Oboro took a breath, and calmed his aura.
Fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead...
His momentary burst, and his all-out attack... still hadn't allowed the old man to show the slightest flaw.
Unlike Biscuit, apart from his 'unbreakable' body, the old man's martial arts were even more unfathomable. Actually, when he threw the first punch, he had a premonition... Netero had seen the loopholes in his moves!
Biscuit's strength lay in her body. The feeling that Netero gave Oboro was that in addition to his body, he also had immeasurable martial arts experience and close-combat foundation! At the moment of making a move, the old man had completed the analysis... Moreover, although Oboro's use of Nen techniques was thorough, he still had to separate a part of his mind, and his stamina was also being consumed.
On the other hand, with Netero... His control of Nen didn't show any 'effort'. It was as natural as breathing, and was perfectly integrated.
Oboro glanced at the back of Netero's hand. The skin that he had just poked with his Vajra Finger hadn't even left a red mark...
Not only was his body strong, but his Nen defense was also impeccable.
It was difficult to imagine what kind of terrifying power was contained in such a short and thin body...
"What's wrong?"
Netero saw that he wasn't speaking, bared his teeth, and touched the back of his head: "Weren't you just telling this old man to come down the mountain... Have you lost your energy now?"
Step!
As soon as he spoke, Oboro swept up several afterimages, and it was difficult to lock onto his real body. He only left behind deep pits that had been crushed by his feet on the ground.
Immediately after, he landed in front of Netero in an instant.
He threw another punch.
"It's useless, you know... If the same move can't achieve it at the first..."
Netero reminded him with a smile. Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Oboro's fist suddenly had several stages of pause and change!
Oboro integrated the experts he had met in these past few years, the excellent martial arts and experiences he had seen, and the commendable parts of them, with himself... This was also a part of his growth! It was also the reason why he yearned for battle!
The surface of his fist had already reached the old man's abdomen, and touched the material of his clothes...
"Ho ho ho..."
Who would have thought that this seemingly successful move would be resolved with the insertion of a palm.
Netero used his palm to wrap Oboro's fist, and then twisted it as if it were slight. The skin on Oboro's entire arm trembled frantically, and showed signs of breaking with a surging force. Oboro's expression changed, and he could only withdraw his move, and twist his waist to dissolve this great force.
But this also caused his body to lose its balance, and he was hit in the chest by the old man's palm, and retreated several height away.
"Hoo... That was dangerous, that was dangerous. I was almost hit..."
Netero exclaimed, and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.
"..."
Oboro was silent.
He had a sense of powerlessness... The old man in front of him was perfect in his eyes at this moment, without any flaws.
Body, martial arts, experience, Nen techniques, and aura...
It was an all-round crushing.
Of course, this was normal. After all, it was Netero... It would be a miracle if he could gain an advantage.
Oboro wasn't discouraged, but... This kind of feedback from reality made him very unhappy.
He had improved a lot this year... But the result...
It was a very devastating emotion. If his will was a little weaker, his beliefs might collapse.
"I just said a sincere word, and you didn't need to be so petty, right? I don't respect the old, and I didn't see you cherish the young... Fortunately, it was me. If it was someone else, they would be so blow by you, not to mention becoming a Hunter, they might just be depressed for the rest of their lives, and someone who would have originally become an outstanding talent would just be lost in the crowd." Oboro said lightly.
"If you could be so easily defeated, I wouldn't have come to see you."
Netero smiled.
Oboro's eyes changed slightly.
Suddenly, he took a deep breath.
His breathing was long and powerful. When he exhaled again, because of the cool temperature in the hall, nearly one meter long 'white lines' rose up.
Breathing technique.
"Hmm?"
Netero put away his smile.
He observed that Oboro's body temperature was rapidly increasing, as if the blood in his body was boiling.
Immediately after, Oboro moved.
This time, even Netero subconsciously concentrated his attention, and felt the pressure... Because Oboro's speed had increased several times compared to before!
All the organs in Oboro's body were now operating at a high load... Bursting out with tremendous energy.
To supply the brain and flesh for control, and... The intensity of his Nen also had a faint transformation!
Bang!
Netero jumped up, and jumped into the air... His instincts told him that there was danger!
But Oboro's speed wasn't slower than his at all. At the moment he took off, a black shadow was next to him.
The two of them were suspended in the air together.
Oboro's attack method couldn't be seen at all.
His limbs were so swift that they became a tangled black line, attacking the old man's entire body.
Netero had a serious expression, and his eyeballs turned frequently. He used his hands and feet together... In the midst of the incessant sounds of fierce fight, he blocked all the attacks.
However, at the moment of one of those exchanges, Oboro's five fingers, like sharp knives, actually found his opening, and countered, and were buckle on the back of his hand.
Netero immediately used circulation to transfer Nen, and strengthen the defense of the attacked area.
But... the back of his hand was still scratched!
Netero's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to give Oboro a 'big' one,
Suddenly, he noticed that the latter's aura was weak, and his movements had also become slow. His whole person fell from mid-air, and lay there sprawled out.
Netero landed, wearing his wooden clogs, "Could you not hold on? In that state..."
"Ordinary people can only simply control their external limbs... You were using the rhythm of your breathing to control your internal organs just now, right?" Netero's eyes lit up. Oboro's performance had exceeded his expectations!
This was a very rare technique... To be precise, Netero had also thought about it, and even experimented with it... He could also do what Oboro had done, but...
He didn't have complete thoughts and a cultivation system, and could only constantly try or explore... Simply put, once this technique took shape, it would be creating an unprecedented school.
Most importantly, this technique was closely related to 'aura'!
And this junior clearly had a way to do it.
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