Then, he threw him into the air like trash.
Below, a group of stone men who had already stood ready raised their weapons, piercing Oboro, and hanging his deformed, bleeding body.
Resurrection?
Too bad... He hadn't drawn equipment or a hero, and he had drawn rune skills twice in a row. Otherwise, he would have had another life...
With this thought, Oboro's consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.
The Gyudondond Tribe's old man, who was also the chief, Ike, looked at the stone puppet all over the ground, and the aura that was surging endlessly in his body.
This endless power made him very fascinated and intoxicated... It was too wonderful.
As an ordinary Nen user, for the first time, he had a feeling of... Looking down on everything in the world, and that he was the creator.
Unfortunately, this was the effect brought about by the ritual. When the ritual ended... It would disappear.
He could only experience it to his heart's content during this limited time.
"Too weak..." Ike glanced at Oboro, who looked as if he was dead, and said disdainfully.
It was undeniable that this man was powerful. If there was no ritual, he would have been killed in one encounter in the past.
The fact was also that when the other party killed him for the first time, he didn't take any effort at all.
But now, this level of expert was not even a threat to him...
It was really cool.
Ike was immersed in a feeling of pleasure when a sound suddenly came from the distance.
He looked up and saw that a entrance of cave that had been blocked was violently broken open, revealing two figures.
It was Hisoka and Kaki.
"They didn't run?"
Ike stared at Kaki, a little surprised, and then smiled: "Great... The two of you should let me play for a while longer, right..."
And as soon as Hisoka and the other entered the underground area, they saw Oboro, who was being held up in the air by the stone man's weapons.
The blood that dripped from his body formed strands of dazzling red lines...
His aura... Could hardly be detected.
"He's dead..." Kaki widened his eyes, and sat down on the ground, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
They had already rushed here as quickly as possible... But they were still one step too late.
As for Hisoka... His expression had frozen.
Then, it began to become gloomy... His eyes were crazy, and he stared intently at the old man.
He was also grinding his teeth non-stop, making terrible sounds...
His expression was twisted, and filled with stern killing intent... Even though he felt the other party's terrifying pressure, Hisoka still didn't care.
His fruit... Had been picked by someone else.
And it was the one at the very top of the tree!
All along, Hisoka had been trying his best to suppress the desire to pick the 'Oboro' fruit, because this fruit was different for him!
Oboro's existence could stimulate his own potential, and make him stronger... Hisoka wanted to see how powerful Oboro could become, and what level he could improve to under this kind of pressure.
Then, all the preparations before taking the stage would be complete... And there would be a most gorgeous and grand 'performance'.
It would only belong to him and Oboro, the two of them.
No matter who died in the end... It didn't matter.
The Oboro fruit had value and meaning that other fruits couldn't replace.
Oboro's process from green to ripe... Was so pleasing to the eye, and made people especially look forward to his 'deliciousness'.
Oboro was also the motivation that could encourage him... Everyone else was a snack, and only Oboro was the main course.
The two of them would grow together... Even if there was only the Oboro fruit on the entire tree, it would be enough!
The stage that Hisoka had imagined, the dream of tasting the 'Oboro' fruit that he had imagined, had collapsed at this moment!
He was releasing his aura regardless of the consequences... There was only one thought in his mind, to kill the old man.
To kill this offal who had destroyed his 'dream'!
Kaki, who was on the side, was completely frightened by Hisoka's appearance. He felt that the Hisoka in front of him had turned into another creature... Like a demon.
Swish!
Hisoka scurry out like a mad dog.
He headed straight for Ike.
Some of the stone men along the way were destroyed by him... Even if some weapons stabbed at him, Hisoka didn't dodge.
It looked reckless, but in reality, he was pursuing speed, and launching an attack on the old man... His intuition reminded him that the enemy was much stronger than him.
He had to actively create opportunities... In the most limited time.
Bang, but then, Hisoka's expression changed drastically... The old man, whom his gaze had been locked on, appeared beside him without warning, and kicked him in the abdomen.
Hisoka spat out blood, and his eyes were incredulous.
His whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and crashed into the stone wall at a speed even faster than when he came.
Ike slowly lowered his foot. He was controlling his strength, and didn't kill the other party with one blow...
Because he wanted to play, and he wanted to continue to feel this surging power.
This person, who looked like a madman, and the one who had just been killed by him... Had about the same strength.
He was a good toy.
"As for the other one..."
The old man's gaze turned to Kaki, who was sitting at the entrance of cave.
A stone man suddenly soar into the air jumped to the top of Kaki's head, and the long sword in his hand slashed down. With just one move, he cut the latter in half.
Crash.
The stone wall that had been smashed into a pit dropped stones.
Ike looked at the ground calmly. A stream of Nen had stuck to his feet, making it impossible for him to move.
"He made this response in that instant just now?"
The old man realized in his heart.
Using the Nen to pull, Hisoka, who was breaking through the air, arrived, like he was flying, and his speed increased again.
But... Just as he was about to get close to the enemy, and was preparing to attack with playing cards,
Ike easily broke free from the sticky Nen under his feet, and the latter's big hand pressed down on Hisoka's head first, accumulate strength.
Hisoka's entire upper body immediately smashed the stone bricks, and sank into the soil.
"Hahahaha!"
The old man laughed comfortably.
Having suffered heavy injuries, and his body hadn't been pulled out from underground, one of Hisoka's arms had already been raised, and was slashing at the enemy's knees with a playing card.
But the old man stepped on his palm.
However, Ike didn't use force. Instead, he took a few steps back, and said jokingly: "Continue. Let me see your ability..."
Time slowly passed. In less than ten minutes, Hisoka fell again and again, but no matter how many times he was attacked, and how much he was ridiculed by the old man, he would stand up.
Even Ike had to praise him.
Although Hisoka and Oboro gave him about the same feeling, in terms of will, it seemed that Hisoka was stronger, but that was all.
Humans all have limits... Hisoka did too.
He was only in his early twenties now, and he was already injured... After a futile entanglement, he finally fell.
This was still the result of Ike holding back. Otherwise... Hisoka wouldn't have escaped the fate.
"You and him, are you the so-called geniuses... I know that outside of East Gorteau, there are many people like you... Regarding Nen, you have talent and understanding far beyond ordinary people, and your cultivation speed is also terribly fast... It's really make people jealous."
Ike bent over, and reached out to grab Hisoka's red hair, and pulled him up from the ground.
Hisoka had been severely overdrawn, and was covered in scars, but he still retained consciousness... Hearing the old man's words, a trace of naked ridicule was revealed in the slit of his open eyes.
This made Ike's expression sink.
"Weak... People... Are... Pitiful..."
Hisoka's lips moved slightly, and he spat out a few words.
Hearing this, the old man felt as if he had been stung by these words.
His fingers immediately pinched Hisoka's cheeks, wanting to crush his head.
"Ga...me... Pro...gress... Er...ror!"
"Un...a...ble... To... Fix..."
"Ga...me... Crash... Crash..."
Suddenly, a fragmented sound rang out in the quiet underground area.
Ike immediately looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a button with a human face in the air, flickering, constantly trying to manifest, but always failing.
And in the end, it turned into pixelated squares and dissipated...
"Hmm?"
The old man was startled, and threw away Hisoka, looking at the corpse that had always been pierced by weapons, and should have been dead long ago.
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