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There is this heritage...
The body is humanity’s treasure house, and the inner self is more difficult to train than the outer self!
People have a clear perception of their external body, but as for their internal body, let alone control... their 'feeling' is particularly dull.
"Have you had enough fun?"
Long answered the question irrelevantly. His chest heaved up and down violently like a bellows. He struggled to get up from the ground, walked to the side, and picked up his dusty suit jacket.
"Ah? You're leaving now? Why don't you use your Nen ability?... Maybe you can teach an old man like me a lesson..." Netero encouraged.
"Forget it... I'm not a masochist."
Long curled his lips. If both sides really used their abilities, he would have no chance of winning... force can defeat skill.
Although his Nen ability is complex and powerful, it is still far from being able to compete with Netero. All the blessings given by the game are no match for a slap from "Guanyin".
"Oh well…"
The old man was a little disappointed when he heard this.
"Do you want me to give you a ride..."
"..."
Long turned around and glanced at the smiling president. "I suddenly don't want to take the hunter exam anymore. Joining the association doesn't seem to be a wise decision."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Netero's smile was a little awkward, and he said with concern, "Go back and have a good rest...see you in the association."
"..."
hazy.
"Tsk."
Long shook his head and walked out of the venue in dishevel.
After going out, he saw that there was no one around. Longcai, with a calm face, covered his chest with his hands in pain. He felt a slight pain from being hit by the old man.
His current breathing technique is not enough to be used for a long time in a battle of this intensity...his body can't bear it.
Until now, my internal organs are cramping...it's very uncomfortable.
At least you need to rest for ten days or half a month...
"Sure enough... the gap is extremely large, but at least... I can see the height of the top of the mountain... it's not so far away..." Long turned his head to glance at Hall 3 and muttered softly.
Then, we left the amusement park.
……
"Stinky little brat..."
On the other side, after making sure that Long had left, Netero shook his slightly numb hands and sighed, "I have to admit that I am old..."
He could see that Long was just holding on!
However...the latter is only twenty years old and has a bright future.
This talent and level reminded the old man of a person in the past...
But the two are completely different... not only in their growth paths, but also in their revealed qualifications and personalities.
Netero looked at the back of his bleeding hand, then at his ruined clothes, and smiled, "It's a bit embarrassing... I can't let others see..."
Drop drop drop.
At this moment, the cell phone in the lining suddenly rang.
The old man took a look and saw that the number was Biscuit.
Expected.
"Hello, hello... President, how is your 'communication' going?" As soon as the phone was connected, Biscuit's excited voice came out.
"Hohoho...he's gone..."
The old man laughed heartily.
"How was it? Did you give him a warning? That kid is usually very arrogant, I guessed that he would not honestly participate in the preliminaries..." Biscuit talked incessantly.
"Well... just like you said, he is indeed extraordinary... However, people like him will not be easily scared. It was he who gave me a big surprise." Netero replied.
"Ok?"
Biscuit was stunned.
Before this, she had communicated with the president many times, explained the situation about Long, and let the president have a basic understanding of Long. Under this premise, how could the old man be surprised?
"His growth rate exceeds your expectations..." Netero said.
"He should know more than just these martial arts... Especially a magical breathing technique! He has excellent physical talents. Compared to ordinary people, he can quickly train his body to a very high level, not only honing his external muscles, bones, blood and flesh, but also his inner self! In terms of physical fitness alone, he does look a bit like me when I was young... As for his level of mindfulness, based on what you said, he has become much stronger... Mostly due to his growth over the past year. What really surprised me was his body. However... One thing, after your reminder, I can see that he has a deeper understanding and direction of mindfulness, and is also intentionally training in this area... But he doesn't understand the true meaning."
Netero recalled the fight with Oboro just now and said calmly, "He probably has never fought with the awareness of certain death... or in other words, in his battles so far, no one has been able to threaten his life... The real strengthening of the mind requires death to stimulate and baptize... Only in this way can it be sublimated. He only understands the path now, but has no real experience and understanding..."
"Also, although his body is very strong, due to his martial arts, he only trained certain parts of his body, while his flesh and blood are a whole... I believe he understands this, but he is given limited time. After all, he is still very young, so he has to take it step by step."
"As for his telepathic abilities, I didn't see him use them this time... He seemed to be on guard against me, a cautious little fellow."
"At his age, there are not many people who can reach this level..."
"However...what I care about more is his character."
Netero's voice was steady.
"Personality..."
Biscuit said.
"He is very smart... From what he did in the gang, he is well-organized and good at planning. It is not easy for him to hold the position of the Ten Old Men. But such people are often self-willed. For him, there is no good or evil. If he is given an important responsibility, there will be two results, either light or darkness, all in his mind... He will not listen to other people's opinions, and it is difficult for external things to shake him."
Netero's words made Biscuit fall silent.
In fact, she had noticed this in Long early on.
"The little guy looks a lot like my rebellious son..."
Next, Netero's words made Biscuit on the other end of the phone hold his breath.
"But they are not exactly the same... They both have their own code of conduct and standards for judging worldly affairs. Judging from Long's personality, he still has a certain moral bottom line... Once he has decided on something, he will not give up until he achieves his goal. Since he is mainly concerned with interests, then let's put the interests he seeks on the table and guide him in the direction of progress little by little..."
"The problem is... no one can guarantee how long he can stay on the right path..."
When Bi Yangde was mentioned, the conversation between the two suddenly became a little heavy.
"Of course, they are just similar in some aspects of their personalities, not exactly the same... Don't worry too much, hahaha."
Suddenly, Netero started laughing again, "This little guy is a lone wolf. He probably doesn't like to be with others. But if he doesn't take on some responsibilities, his growth rate will be limited. You know, sometimes there are more important things than your own life... which can further stimulate your potential."
"That's why I want him to join the association... and become a hunter as soon as possible. If he has his own team or makes friends, maybe things will change."
Biscuit said seriously.
"Change... maybe..."
Netero echoed.
Biscuit's wish was good, but the old man knew it well...it was too difficult to change this kind of people.
He had tried before... to no avail.
I watched some games these past two days, and I'll give you 5k as compensation.
salute!
Chapter 62 Hello
Long was not aware of Netero and Biscuit's discussion about him. At this time, he was lying on the bed in a hotel, reviewing the battle between him and the old man.
"Although it's a few years early, this kind of physical fitness..."
Hazy muttered to himself.
Netero's current physical strength should be better than when he fought against the Ant King Meruem. After all, at the other party's age, his body will deteriorate over time.
But at least for a Nen user of Oboro's level, the strength of the old man's flesh and blood is still unattainable.
This shows from the side how terrifying Catwoman Neferpitou and Ant King Meruem are.
When the old man first met Neferpitou, he said... in a one-on-one, he didn't have much hope of defeating Catwoman.
But dare to confront the ant king head-on...
Maybe this is what makes humans different...
Even without Netero, there would be others who would use the 'Rose of the Poor' to achieve their goals.
"It is very difficult for life across species to fill the gap between them through effort and time." Long said softly, looking at the ceiling.
It was hard for him to imagine how strong the body of the Ant King Meruem was...
This feeling...is not something that humans can achieve.
"The only hope is to recite..."
The corner of Long's mouth twitched, but his body was still in severe pain.
Thoughts... have endless possibilities!
His telekinesis ability, the endless fantasy player's treasure trove of games, was created to deal with this situation!
"Continue to develop martial arts... I have only strengthened certain parts of my body before, and my body still has great limitations, so I need to improve it as a whole. In addition, after these few years, my muscles, bones, blood and flesh have developed almost completely... I also need to keep up with the tempering of my body and continue to train... In all aspects, it is far from enough now..."
After witnessing Netero's demeanor, the slightly dormant ambition in Long's heart was awakened again.
He...can't stop!
……
Time passed little by little, and in the next few days, there were signs that the number of outsiders wandering around the streets of Bangi increased, but it was not too obvious... These were all candidates who had passed the pre-selection.
The number of people who take the Hunter Exam every year is extremely large.