Moritonio manipulated the iron rods, frantically shooting at the afterimages of Hisoka flashing around him, but all of them missed.
"Impossible... His speed... How can it be so fast?!"
"Where is he... Where is he?"
The old man kept turning his head, his eyeballs shaking, trying to capture Hisoka's position.
But he found that Hisoka kept appearing on the iron rods, either standing or squatting, but only flashed by and did not stay.
What's even more deadly is... the old man didn't know what happened. The iron rods that were originally manifested by his Nen seemed to want to get rid of his control and became Hisoka's toys, reversing direction in the air.
"Why?"
"Is he imitating my ability? Or is this... his Nen ability? But it shouldn't be... He doesn't even understand the basic knowledge of Nen practice, and he hasn't even develop 'Hatsu' to a mature state. How can he have an ability by simply using Nen?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Imitation? This feeling... is the same as that guy back then..."
In a trance, Moritonio thought of a person, Ging Freecss.
In the next moment, Hisoka finally circled behind Moritonio, descending from the sky and landing.
"Let's use my magic to end this performance..."
Hisoka said softly.
Then, he tugged on his hand.
In the high sky, the huge magnets that had gathered around the old man were instantly pulled and all crashed towards the target in the center.
Bang!
A deafening sound rang out, the air currents churned, and even the venue building trembled.
Hisoka snapped his fingers, admiring the masterpiece he had created.
A faceless, blood-covered figure fell from the sky dozens of meters high and crashed to the ground.
"Cough cough cough..."
Moritonio lay on the ground, coughing up blood constantly.
His pupils were a little scattered.
"My ability... Steel-Plated Dipoles, so this is how it should be used? Hisoka... did it better than me... I never thought that my Nen could be so perfect..."
The old man murmured blankly.
"My Nen has the properties of rubber and gum. I stick one end of it to the magnet to change its path. I stick the other end to your body, and then, I contract it all at once... I named this trick 'Bungee Gum'."
Hisoka walked over slowly.
"Gum... Bungee Gum? A child's snack... Hehe... It's your style..."
The blood overflowing from Moritonio's mouth had already flowed back into his nasal cavity.
"This... should be your... first time fighting with Nen... Why... can you do this to this extent?" Moritonio's aura was already extremely weak.
"For him, your Nen usage skills and performance are too simple... From the time he entered the circus, he has been observing you..."
"Abusing ordinary people has also worn away your upper limit, thinking that you can solve everything with Nen ability moves. You clearly know more Nen techniques than him, using Ten to strengthen defense, using Zetsu to hide, using Ren to increase fighting will... You have so many means available, but not one of them shows an advantage... Your combat thinking is still stuck at the level of ordinary Nen users. This is the reason for your... failure."
Oboro's indifferent voice came, causing the old man's stiff eyeballs to look over.
"So... what I call full strength... is so... full of loopholes and ridiculous in your eyes..."
"Hisoka... Oboro... You two... are indeed... monsters from the same... world as him."
After saying the last sentence haltingly, Moritonio took his last breath and died.
The 'him' in the former's mouth undoubtedly refers to Ging Freecss.
Hisoka slowly squatted down, picked up the handkerchief that had fallen on Moritonio's face, attached Nen to it, and used 'Bungee Gum' according to the principle the old man had just said, turning it into the appearance of the killer maniac John.
His Nen properties are very suitable for this move.
"Hmm... This face is more suitable for you."
Hisoka smiled, "I was quite looking forward to this fight, but... it's a bit boring..."
"As expected... Am I too strong?"
"..."
Oboro didn't answer and turned to leave.
Moritonio is dead, and there is no point in staying in the circus anymore, he is going to leave.
Seeing this, Hisoka immediately followed, and the two of them walked out of the venue side by side.
The night was getting deeper, and the members of the troupe were still celebrating.
Abaki, who had finally escaped, also came out to look for the three of them, but couldn't find them for a while...
"Strange... Ahhh... Where did those two guys... run off to?"
"Where are you going next?"
In a hotel suite in Glam Gas Land, Hisoka sat on the ground stacking poker towers and asked Oboro.
The two had already left the venue without saying goodbye to the others.
Because... there was no need.
From the beginning, neither Hisoka nor Oboro seemed to have intended to get close to the members.
"I don't need to tell you."
Oboro opened the window, and the sudden influx of cold wind blew away Hisoka's playing cards all over the floor.
"Oboro..."
Hisoka's eyebrows drooped, and his gaze at Oboro was a little strange. He seemed to want to say something... and unscrupulously released Nen.
Sensing the Nen, Oboro's body tensed, and he turned around.
He met Hisoka's eyes, "Are you going to attack me?"
"Moritonio was just an appetizer. You should understand that the person who really interests me... is you."
Hisoka picked up a Joker card, a fighting spirit that he didn't try to hide appeared on his face, and he slowly stood up.
Crack!
Oboro also released Nen... The amount of Nen he had was even more than Hisoka's.
Two streams of Nen confronted each other in the room, their pressure colliding with each other... The surrounding glass was overwhelmed and cracked.
"You will die..."
Oboro took his hand out of his pocket, and the joints of his fingers made firecracker-like sounds.
"How would I know if I don't try... Besides... Being killed by you seems not bad." Hisoka said morbidly, and it could be seen that he was excited.
Oboro was silent.
He was not sure of dealing with Hisoka, or winning against Hisoka... If the two fought, his advantage would lie in his understanding of 'Nen' and his familiarity with Hisoka's abilities... He knew what means Hisoka had.
And the disadvantage... is combat talent!
He has no combat experience... Although Hisoka doesn't have it either, judging from his performance in the fight with Moritonio, this guy's combat instinct is a monstrous level.
If they really fought, Oboro would definitely not gain any advantages.
However, even if he couldn't beat Hisoka... Oboro was confident that Hisoka couldn't do anything to him either.
Looking at Hisoka's face that was about to climax, Oboro frowned and suddenly restrained his Nen.
"Hmm?"
Hisoka, who was about to strike a fighting stance, was stunned.
Whoosh!
He saw it... Oboro had no interest in fighting him.
But the foreplay had already begun, and Hisoka naturally didn't want to give up... Without saying a word, he threw a playing card towards Oboro's face.
Clap!
Oboro reached out and steadily caught the playing card, "Your provocation is meaningless to me... I can't raise any expectations for you, or the current you."
Hearing this, Hisoka chuckled... and also stopped.
What he wanted... was a game of all-out fighting with Oboro... If Oboro was not in the mood, it would be useless for him to attack unilaterally, and it would be very disappointing instead.
"Is that so..."
Hisoka seemed to understand.
"Go to the hospital... Also, don't follow me anymore..."
Oboro said lightly.
Fighting with Moritonio caused Hisoka to suffer considerable injuries, and some bones were obviously broken.
"Are we separating..."
Hisoka heard the meaning of driving away in Oboro's words, his expression was a little lost. It was unknown whether it was deliberately pretending for Oboro to see, or if he was really reluctant.
"Anyway... we'll always see each other again."
Hisoka narrowed his eyes, smiled, stretched, and turned to leave.
There was no small talk, and no extra words.
Both he and Oboro really needed space and time to grow...
Moreover... Hisoka understood that the next time they met... with Oboro's strict requirements and hardworking attitude towards himself, the magnitude of the improvement in strength would be very large... He couldn't be left behind either.
Oboro understands Hisoka, and Hisoka also understands him... After all, they have lived together for so long.
Hisoka could also sense Oboro's strength... Even if Oboro had been hiding it, the danger signals he created with his intuition could not be ignored.
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