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Then, he was thrown into the air like garbage.

A group of stone men who had been standing in position below raised their weapons, pierced Long, and hung up his deformed, bleeding body.

resurrection?

What a pity... I didn't draw any equipment or heroes, and I used rune skills twice in a row. Otherwise, I would still have a life...

With this thought in mind, Long's consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

The old man of the Bozwa tribe, also known as the tribe leader Ike, looked at the stone puppets all over the ground in front of him and the endless energy surging in his body. This endless power made him obsessed and intoxicated... It was so wonderful.

As an ordinary Nen user, for the first time he had a feeling... that he looked down upon everything in the world and that he himself was the creator of the world.

Unfortunately, this is the effect of the ritual and will disappear when the ritual is over.

He can only experience it to the fullest within this limited time.

"Too weak..." Ike glanced at the dead Long and said disdainfully.

It is undeniable that this man is powerful. If there were no ritual, in the past, he would have been killed by it at the first sight.

This was indeed the case. The first time the other party killed him, it was effortless.

But now, this level of strong men is not a threat to him...

It's really cool.

Ike was immersed in the joy when suddenly a noise was heard in the distance.

Looking up, he saw a blocked hole being violently broken open, revealing two figures.

It was Hisoka and Kaki.

"You didn't run away?"

Ike stared at Kaki, a little surprised, and then smiled: "Great... You two, I should be able to play for a while..."

As soon as Hisoka and the other two rushed into the underground, they saw Oboro being held up in the air by the stone man's weapon.

The blood dripping from his body formed strands of glaring red lines...

The breath...is almost imperceptible.

"died…"

Kaki opened his eyes wide and slumped to the ground, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

They came as fast as they could... but were still a step too late.

As for Hisoka...his expression was frozen.

Then, he began to become gloomy... His eyes were crazy and he stared at the old man.

He kept grinding his teeth, making a terrible sound...

His expression was twisted, filled with murderous intent...

Even though he clearly felt the other party's terrifying pressure, Hisoka still didn't care.

His fruit... was picked.

And it’s the one at the top of the tree!

All along, Hisoka has been suppressing his desire to pick the 'Oboro' fruit as much as possible, because this fruit is different from others to him!

The existence of Oboro can inspire his own potential and make him stronger... Hisoka wants to see how powerful Oboro can be, and to what level he can improve under such pressure.

Then, everything before going on stage is ready...put on the most magnificent and grand "performance".

It only belongs to him and Long.

No matter who dies in the end...it doesn't matter.

The fruit of Long has a value and significance that cannot be replaced by any other fruit.

The process of Oboro's growth from immaturity to maturity... is so pleasing to the eye, making people especially look forward to his "deliciousness". Oboro is also the motivation that can inspire him... Everyone else is a side dish, only Oboro is the main course.

Two people, growing up together...

Even if there is only one fruit, Long, on the whole tree, it is enough!

Hisoka's fantasy stage, the dream of tasting the fruit of 'Oboro', collapsed at this moment!

He released his energy without regard for the consequences... He had only one thought in his mind, to kill the old man.

Kill this bastard who ruined his 'dream'!

Kaki, who was standing aside, was completely frightened by Hisoka's appearance. He felt that the Hisoka in front of him had turned into another creature... like a devil.

Whoosh!

Hisoka rushed out like a mad dog.

Head straight to Ike.

Some stone men along the way were destroyed by him...Even when some weapons stabbed at him, Hisoka did not dodge.

Although he seemed reckless, he was actually pursuing speed when attacking the old man... His intuition reminded him that the enemy was much stronger than him.

He has to create opportunities...

In the most extreme time.

Bang, but immediately afterwards, Hisoka's face changed drastically... The old man he had been staring at appeared beside him without warning and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Hisoka spat out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, at a speed even faster than when he came, and crashed into the stone wall.

Ike slowly put his foot down. He was controlling his strength and didn't kill the opponent with one blow...

Because he wanted to play, he wanted to continue feeling this surging power.

This man who looks like a madman is about the same strength as the one he just killed.

It's a nice toy.

"As for the other one..."

The old man looked at Kaki who was sitting at the entrance of the cave.

A stone man suddenly leaped into the air and landed above Kaki's head. He swung the sword in his hand and chopped down Kaki in two with just one move.

Wow.

A hole was created in the stone wall, and stones fell down.

Ike looked at the ground calmly. A mental force had already stuck to his feet, making him unable to move.

"Is it the response you made just now?"

The old man suddenly understood.

Using telekinesis to pull, Hisoka broke through the air and arrived, as if flying, his speed increased again.

But... when you are close to the enemy and are about to attack with cards.

The sticky telekinesis under Ike's feet was easily broken free, and the latter pressed his big hand on the back of Hisoka's head, gathering strength and pressing down.

Hisoka's entire upper body immediately broke through the stone bricks and sank into the mud.

"Hahahaha!"

The old man laughed happily.

Suffering severe injuries, before his body was pulled out of the ground, Hisoka had already swung one of his arms, holding a card and slashing at the enemy's knees.

But the old man stepped on his palm.

However, Ike did not use any force, but took a few steps back and said jokingly: "Go on, let me see what you can do..."

Time passed slowly, and in less than ten minutes, Hisoka fell down again and again, but no matter how many times he was attacked or how the old man laughed at him, he would stand up.

Even Ike had to praise him.

Although Hisoka and Oboro gave him a similar feeling, Hisoka seemed to be stronger in terms of willpower, that's all.

Everyone has limits...

So does Hisoka.

After all, he is only in his early twenties now, and he is already injured...

After a feeble struggle, he finally fell down.

This was the result of Ike's letting the opponent win, otherwise... Hisoka would not have escaped the fate of being killed instantly.

"You and him are the so-called geniuses, right? I know that outside of Dongguotuo, there are many people like you... You have talents and understandings of mind far beyond ordinary people, and your cultivation speed is terrifyingly fast... It's really enviable."

Ike bent forward, reached out and grabbed Hisoka's red hair, pulling him up from the ground.

Hisoka was already severely overdrawn and covered in wounds, but he still retained consciousness... When he heard the old man's words, his slightly opened eyes revealed naked mockery.

This made Ike's expression darken.

"The weak...are...pitiable..."

Hisoka's lips moved slightly and he uttered a few words.

The old man felt as if he was hurt by these words.

He immediately pinched Hisoka's cheeks, as if to crush his head.

"Game...process...error!"

"Cannot...repair..."

"Game...crashed...crashed..."

Suddenly, intermittent sounds were heard from the quiet underground.

Ike immediately looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a button with a human face in the air, flickering in and out of view, constantly trying to manifest, but always failing.

And finally turned into pixel blocks and dissipated...

"Ok?"

The old man was startled and threw away Hisoka, looking at the corpse that was still pierced by weapons and should have been dead long ago.