The mental pressure released by Jed, accompanied by the immense power of curse energy, was far beyond what Gaki and Shura could match… Basically, as soon as one was tainted by his resentment energy, their consciousness would be invaded, leaving no room for resistance.
Killua's previous resistance was only because he wasn't using his full power.
But now, facing Oboro, the curse energy erupting from Jed was like a bursting dam, washing over the sky and earth, its power incomparable.
Even Killua and Netero, confined in the prison, felt the building tremble and dust fall… filling them with unease.
Killua had woken up and broken the bars of the Chairman's cage, but… due to his lack of understanding of curse energy, he couldn't free the old man from the restriction.
The black resentment energy emanating from the person kneeling on the ground, whether dead or alive, still tightly bound Netero's limbs… Even Killua's Nen attacks against the curse energy had no effect.
His attempt to awaken the consciousness of the person who imposed the restriction was also completely futile.
"Don't worry, it's him who's coming. It'll be fine…"
Killua, despite his young age, acted maturely, comforting Netero instead.
He observed a hint of worry in the Chairman's expression.
The reason Killua was so confident in Oboro's victory.
Was because… he had learned from his family about his father and grandfather's past defeats at Oboro's hands.
Furthermore, the Zoldyck family had raised the bounty for missions related to Oboro to an inhuman level.
He naturally understood Jed's terrifying power…
But remembering his father's evaluation of Oboro over the phone, Killua still felt Oboro was superior.
During this time, he and Gon had been training with Bisky on Greed Island, and he had learned a lot about Oboro's past, including his deeds within the Association. Combining this with the current situation, Killua judged that neither the Chairman nor Bisky likely had a good understanding of Oboro's current strength.
Bisky had mentioned that Oboro had also created a real-world game called Hero's Island, which was more playable than Greed Island. Moreover, Oboro's Nen abilities originated from game concepts… but these were all in the past. When his grandfather and father fought Oboro, the Nen abilities he displayed were completely different from what Bisky had described.
Killua felt Oboro was deliberately hiding his true strength… It was also possible that for a powerhouse of his level, there were few things that could force him to reveal his true abilities. Within the current Association, perhaps very few people truly understood Oboro's capabilities.
And he happened to be one of them.
For this reason… he had even suppressed his discomfort and specifically called his older brother, Illumi.
A deal was made.
If Oboro was a role model, an idol for Gon.
Then, in Killua's eyes, he was an opponent he had to defeat in the future…
He was determined to settle the score with Oboro.
"Ho ho ho… I never thought an old man like me would be comforted by a child like you."
Netero regained his natural smile and chuckled.
He saw through Killua's little intentions.
This little guy…
Since the Zoldyck family knew some of Oboro's background, how could he, as the Chairman of the Hunter Association, not know?
He had always maintained contact with someone from the Zoldyck family.
Including Zeno.
Netero's concern was not for Oboro's safety.
But rather, he sensed that Oboro had come with a purpose, targeting Jed.
And Jed, having been resurrected, what could Oboro exploit?
Only… curse energy.
What was he planning to do?
That Nen ability that controlled souls…
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, black resentment energy surged like a tidal wave, completely filling the space where Oboro stood.
Jed's white hair fluttered in the wind and snow, his expression grim.
"You juniors… walk the path we paved to get where you are today! Know your place… and understand who you are talking to?!" Jed said coldly.
"Are you comparing yourself to Netero?"
Suddenly, Jed's pupils contracted.
From within the black tide of resentment ahead, an incredibly calm voice echoed.
With a bang, Jed's controlled, massive curse energy was instantly torn apart.
In the center, Oboro stood unharmed, surrounded by wisps of green, ethereal mist. A group of ghosts floated around him, protecting him. To Jed's shock, under the protection of this green mist and specters, his resentment energy couldn't approach the target and was completely blocked.
Why?
He couldn't understand.
Oboro extended a hand, took a few steps, and deliberately plunged his arm into the curse energy.
He actually tore off a piece of the black energy with his palm.
This was… Jed's 'aura.'
"As expected… Curse energy gains power by amplifying the darkness within the heart… a low-level emotional catalyst, looks intimidating! The method of gaining power is crude and direct, but the stronger the power, the larger the void within your heart… It's like robbing Peter to pay Paul, focusing entirely on one aspect."
Oboro clenched his palm, and the curse energy in his hand exploded into black mist and dissipated.
"Nen… has mature, complete training methods and systems, like going from elementary school to university graduation. It's the experience summarized by countless predecessors, constantly refining oneself for growth. But your curse energy… frankly speaking, it's like a wild, untamed weed, without systematic training, without self-refinement… This makes this colossal entity before you, though intimidating and powerful, ultimately just a paper tiger that can act simply and be controlled."
"A large toy, nothing more."
"Let me prove it… how fragile your ridiculous resentment ability is."
Oboro raised his hand nonchalantly.
As he moved, dense souls flew out from the ghost mist, all soaring into the sky.
Like countless ants, they fell onto the surface of the giant Rakshasa.
Then, they tore open wounds on the Rakshasa and burrowed inside.
This made the giant energy entity seem like it was being swarmed by ants.
Jed still wanted to control the Rakshasa to attack Oboro.
"Roar!"
But the next second, blood spurted from his nose and mouth.
The giant Rakshasa behind him roared to the sky, letting out a mournful cry.
Its form trembled violently, waving its arms as if trying to swat away the relentless ghosts.
But it was completely futile.
The Rakshasa, as tall as a building, randomly struck and trampled, destroying buildings within the base at will.
Even the prison where Netero and Killua were located was not spared.
It's unknown if the two were injured…
"Wow."
Jed staggered and fell, kneeling on one knee.
Blood poured from his mouth, difficult to suppress.
His mind was somewhat scattered, and his ears were ringing constantly.
He realized he had lost control of the curse energy.
The Rakshasa behind him was riddled with holes from the ghosts' attacks, looking as fragile as paper.
How could this be?
Even Netero's Hyakushiki Kannon couldn't have caused such destruction to his Rakshasa…
"I told you, based on the source of curse energy's growth, the faster this energy absorbs and expands, the stronger you will become, but the more fragile your mind and will will be… It will shatter at the slightest touch. My ghosts happen to cause a certain degree of damage and influence to the mind… Even a moderately skilled Nen user could resist this mental attack, yet you, who seem stronger, cannot."
"You haven't met your match… Firstly, they don't possess this ability, and secondly, their will is too weak… Someone like Netero could only rely on brute force to defeat you. But for me, eliminating you… is too easy."
From the front, Oboro's voice drifted over casually.
Jed's vision blurred, and he could no longer see Oboro's appearance.
"Thank you for your friendly gift. Your soul… I shall accept it."
With a thwack.
Oboro suddenly flashed behind Jed and thrust a hand into the man's chest, piercing into his body.
He slowly leaned down and said faintly, "As a return gift, I'll tell you this… I'm not trying to fuse curse energy and Nen. That's impossible under normal circumstances. But I… just want the fake soul nurtured within your body."
"Welcome… to hell."
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