Transforming into a sword of light and shadow, it fiercely thrust towards Silva's chest!
This thrust, "Bow Step Forward Thrust," is as ordinary as it gets, but after integrating with the "Sun Breathing," "Water Breathing," "Wind Breathing," "Flame Breathing," and various other Breathing Techniques, it emits a sharp whistle at lightning speed!
Vaguely allowing one to see numerous different images,
Among them,
There is a dazzling sun, waves crashing, fierce winds roaring, flames burning... all of these eventually transform into a single bright light, directly thrusting towards the six [elements] symbolizing the human body: [Earth], [Fire], [Water], [Wind], [Space], [Consciousness]!
Created specifically to solve the suffering of the six paths, to choke the vitality of the six internal organs, in just an instant, old Netero's eyes flashed, keenly sensing a familiar aura...
"The Sword of Gratitude...."
Both [Fist] and [Sword] follow the path of [Form] and [Intention]. Initial practice of the superficial is for [Form], refining and harmonizing is for [Intention].
Netero raised an eyebrow, executed a seasoned [Gyo], watched Roy wield his sword and strike away, subtly blessed with Buddhist principles, and accompanied by various images, just like he once was, atop the great snowy mountain, bare-backed, day after day for two years, praying and punching, finally comprehending the [Fist of Gratitude], and since then, climbed to the pinnacle of [Enhancement] with a sense of immense gratitude for "the great kindness and virtue of Martial Arts"....
A flash of brilliance erupted in Netero's eyes, feeling a similar artistic concept from the free-spirited sword of the youth, but the difference was, he felt gratitude, while besides gratitude, Roy seemed to have something more, something indescribable that made him furrow his brows, unable to comprehend it.....
"Whoosh——" The space compressed to its limit, in the blink of an eye.....
Roy's thrust arrived!
Silva's gaze flickered, his pupils filled with sword light, recalling the youth wielding his sword last year, similarly executing a thrust, though not nearly as fast and fierce as today!
The man's lips curled upwards, his feet lifted off the ground, suspended in the air, aimed at Roy's approaching figure, he launched a heavy palm strike!
Torrential Nen burst forth, in mid-air it [Extended] and [Shaped], instantly [Transformed] into a hand axe wrapped in [Ken], waiting for Roy to approach, it suddenly cleaved downward!
"Clang~" The piercing sound of metal clashing, a sonic boom erupted in a ring that spread out....
Beside the clear pool, Zeno's white hair fluttered as he waved his sleeve to dispel a wave attacking him, looking at the intersection of [Axe Light] and [Sword Light], hidden within was a fierce battle of biting Nen, locked in a stalemate.....
This former patriarch of the Zoldyck Family, also a top-notch master of the [Transmutation] category, glanced at Netero indifferently and said: "No need to make a fuss,"
"What you know, others may also know..."
'The Sword of Gratitude?'
His grandson Roy knows,
His son Silva also knows!
In fact, even he... having immersed himself in the [Path of Transmutation] for so many years, has quite a profound attainment in terms of [Form] and [Intention]....
"Hohoho... it's different,"
"It is different~" Netero's wide sleeves fluttered, his beard and eyebrows like a Buddha's, keeping his eyes fixed on Roy,
only saying: "He is not just grateful...."
Yet seeing, in the stalemate, Roy's empty left hand gripped [Yubashiri], and suddenly executed a Horizontal Slash towards Silva's waist and abdomen!
A glint of cold light appeared, followed by the sword emerging like a dragon... as if [Yubashiri] had been dormant for too long, it had accumulated too much sharpness, longing for this day when Roy would draw it once again, in the midst of a sharp whistle, gathering——
[Sun Breathing·Eighth Form·Revolving Sun Flame]
[Water Breathing·Ninth Form·Water Flow Splash]
[Wind Breathing·Fifth Form·Cold Autumn Downhill Wind]
[Flame Breathing]... [Mist Breathing...] and other Breathing Techniques showcased in "Horizontal Slash,"
condensed into a colorful thin line, cutting through the air, slashing towards Silva at close range!
[En] emerged, the world began to fade into lines... Silva raised his right hand to withstand the solar eclipse in the air, his eyeball slightly shifted downwards, using his left eye as [En], he caught Roy's sword as it slashed into his blind spot of vision, immediately reaching out with his left palm, striking later yet arriving first, forming into a fist,
The fist bones enhanced with Nen, momentarily covered with [Ten], just a look with the naked eye showed that [Ten] was solid and refined, three inches thick, emerging straight out, directly striking [Yubashiri]!
"Clang~" Another explosive sound resounded sharply!
The air detonated, Nen wrapped in gusts of wind flew, battering the surrounding trees causing them to shake, as if hit by a typhoon, rattling under the pressure of a fierce storm, they began to quiver uncontrollably!
"Hulala... Crash......" The wind blows, the vision narrows... even with binoculars protecting his eyes,
from a tree kilometers away, Kurapika still felt a sensation of dizziness washing over, as if he were blown to the point where he could hardly open his eyes!
'Too fast!'
'And too bright!'
'I can't open my eyes at all!'
'Is this really... the level of power humans can display?'
"Hulala..." The traditional Kurta clan outfit draped on the youth flapped vigorously!
The wind forced the youth to stumble and tightly grab Tsubone's hand, thereby stabilizing himself, preventing himself from being blown away,
The youth squinted his eyes, laboriously holding up the binoculars toward the battlefield, by the clear pool, seeing the elder encountered at the airport and another elder beside him seemingly of advanced age, standing with hands behind, motionless, it was hard to imagine...
At what level of power they might be!
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
[Fist] against [Sword], one strike blocked, two strikes blocked, then three strikes, four strikes, ten strikes, a hundred strikes!
The two figures skimmed across the surface of the lake like two comets trailing long tails of Nen, colliding together, in just the span of a single breath, they had exchanged no less than a hundred moves!
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The calm, clear pool was affected by Nen, torn apart by Sword Qi, churned by Fist Force, raising multiple water pillars!