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Moritonio controlled the iron rod and shot madly at the afterimages of Hisoka flashing around him, but all of them missed.
"Impossible...How can his speed...be so fast?!"
"Where...where are the others?"
The old man kept turning his head and moving his eyes, trying to catch Hisoka's position.
However, he discovered that Hisoka kept appearing on the iron bars, standing or squatting, but he just flashed by without stopping.
What's even more terrible is... the old man didn't know what was happening. The iron rod, which was originally manifested by his telekinesis, seemed to want to break free from his control and became Hisoka's toy, changing direction in the air.
"why?"
"He is imitating my ability? Or... is this his ability of mind? But that shouldn't be the case... He doesn't even know the basic knowledge of mind training, and he hasn't even cultivated 'fa' to a mature state. He is simply using mind energy. How can he be considered capable?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Imitation? This feeling... is the same as that guy back then..."
In a trance, Moritonio thought of a person, Jinfulis.
The next moment, Hisoka finally got behind Moritonio, dropped from the sky, and landed on the ground.
"I'll use my magic to end this show..."
Hisoka said softly.
Then, he pulled it with his hand.
High in the sky, the huge magnets that had gathered around the old man were instantly pulled away and all crashed towards the target in the center.
boom!
A deafening sound rang out, the air flow surged, and even the buildings of the venue trembled.
Hisoka snapped his fingers, admiring the masterpiece he had created.
A disfigured and bloody figure fell from dozens of meters in the air and hit the ground.
"Cough cough cough..."
Moritonio lay on the ground, coughing up blood.
The pupils are a little dilated.
"My ability... the bipolarity of the iron, is this how it is supposed to be used? Hisoka... does it better than me... I never thought that my telekinesis could be so perfect..."
The old man murmured dully.
"My telekinesis has the properties of both rubber and chewing gum. I can stick one end of it to a magnet to change its path. I can stick the other end to your body and shrink it in one breath... I call this move 'Stretchable Love'."
Hisoka walked over slowly.
"Chewing gum... bungeegum? It's a snack for children... hehe... that's your style..."
The blood that flowed out of Moritonio's mouth had already flowed back into his nasal cavity.
"This... should be your... first time using telekinesis to fight... why... can you achieve this level?" Moritonio's breath was already extremely weak.
"To him, your telekinesis skills and performance are too simple... He has been observing you since he joined the circus..."
"Killing ordinary people has also worn away your upper limit. You think that you can handle everything with your mind ability. You obviously know more mind power skills than him. You use entanglement to strengthen your defense, use absolute power to hide, and use training to increase your fighting will... You have so many methods available, but none of them show your advantage... Your combat thinking still remains at the level of ordinary mind ability users. This is why you... failed."
A cold and indifferent voice came, causing the old man to look over with stiff eyes.
"So... my so-called full strength... in your eyes, is actually so... full of loopholes and ridiculous..."
"Hisoka... Oboro... You two... and he... are indeed... monsters from the same... world."
After stammering his last words, Moritonio breathed his last and died.
The "he" mentioned by the former is undoubtedly Jinfulis.
Hisoka slowly squatted down, picked up the handkerchief that fell on Moritonio's face, attached his telekinesis, and following the principle the old man just mentioned, he performed the "frivolous illusion" and turned him into the appearance of the murderer John.
The nature of his telekinesis is very suitable for this move.
"Well... this face suits you better."
Hisoka smiled and said, "I was quite looking forward to this fight... but... it's a bit boring..."
"Sure enough... am I too strong?"
"..."
Long didn't respond and turned away.
Mauritonio is dead, and there is no point in staying in the circus any longer, so he prepares to leave.
Seeing this, Hisoka immediately followed in small steps, and the two of them left the venue side by side.
As the night wore on, the troupe members continued to celebrate.
Abach, who finally escaped, also came out to look for the three people, but he couldn't find them for a while...
“Strange… ahhh… where on earth did those two guys go?”
Chapter 10 Growth Plan and Division
"Where are you going next?"
In a hotel suite in Gram City, Hisoka asked Long while sitting on the floor stacking poker cards.
The two had already left the venue without saying goodbye to anyone else.
Because... there's no need.
From the very beginning, neither Hisoka nor Oboro seemed to have any intention of getting deep into the relationship with the members.
"I don't have to tell you."
Long opened the window, and the cold wind that suddenly blew in blew away all the cards that Hisoka had spread all over the floor.
"hazy……"
Hisoka lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Long with a strange look, as if he wanted to say something... and released his mental energy unscrupulously.
Sensing the thought, Long tensed up and turned around.
He met Hisoka's eyes, "You're going to attack me?"
"Moritonio is just the appetizer. You should understand that the person who really interests me... is you." Hisoka picked up a big trump card, revealing an undisguised fighting spirit on his face, and slowly stood up.
Click!
Long also released his thoughts...his thoughts were even more powerful than Hisoka's.
Two streams of mental energy confronted each other in the room, colliding with each other's pressure... The glass around them could not bear the weight and cracks appeared.
"You're going to die..."
Long took his hands out of his trouser pockets and moved his knuckles, making sounds like firecrackers.
"How do I know if I don't try... Besides... it doesn't seem bad to be killed by you." Hisoka said morbidly, and it was obvious that he was getting excited.
Long was silent.
He was not sure he could deal with Hisoka, or to say, defeat Hisoka... If the two of them fought, his advantage would be his understanding of 'mind' and his familiarity with Hisoka's abilities... He knew what methods Hisoka had.
And the disadvantage... is the fighting talent!
He has no combat experience... Hisoka doesn't have any either, but judging from his performance in the fight with Moritonio, this guy's fighting instinct is at a demonic level.
If a real fight breaks out, Long will definitely not gain any advantage.
However, even if he couldn't defeat Hisoka...Oboro was sure that Hisoka couldn't do anything to him.
Looking at Hisoka's face that was about to reach climax, Long frowned and suddenly restrained his thoughts.
"Ok?"
Hisoka, who was about to get into a fighting stance, was stunned.
Whoosh!
He could see that...Long had no interest in fighting with him.
But the foreplay has already begun, and Hisoka naturally doesn't want to give up... Without saying a word, he throws a card at Oboro's face.
Snapped!
Long reached out his hand and caught the card steadily. "Your provocation is meaningless to me... I don't have any expectations for you, or you now."
Hearing this, Hisoka chuckled... and stopped.
What he wanted... was to have an all-out fighting game with Long... If Long wasn't in the mood, his unilateral attack would be useless and would only spoil the fun.
"That's it..."
Hisoka seemed to understand, but not quite.
"Let's go to the hospital... and don't follow me..."
Hazy said calmly.
The fight with Moritonio left Hisoka seriously injured, with some bones clearly broken.
"Do you want to separate..."
Hisoka heard the meaning of dismissal in Long's words, and his expression was a little lost. He didn't know if he was pretending to be so for Long or if he really couldn't bear to let go.
"Anyway... we'll see each other again."
Hisoka narrowed his eyes, smiled, stretched himself, turned around and walked out the door.
There were no greetings and no extra words.
Whether it's him or Long, they both need space and time to grow...
Moreover... Hisoka understood that the next time they met... with Oboro's strict demands on himself and his hard-working attitude, his strength would improve greatly... and he couldn't be left behind.
Long understands Hisoka, and Hisoka understands him too... after all, they have lived together for such a long time.
Regarding Oboro's strength, Hisoka can also sense... Even if Oboro has been hiding, relying on intuition, the danger signal created for him cannot be ignored.