"Even an attack with Nen couldn't cause substantial damage?"
The woman began to panic, forcibly steadying her mind.
As long as she could hold him back with her Barbie dolls, sooner or later... the man would run out of stamina.
Moreover, even if her dolls were hit and damaged, they would quickly recover.
This was precisely the original intention she had when developing this ability.
"Give up... You can't win. Honestly admit defeat, and I can give you a quick death, so you won't suffer so much." The woman used trash talk, trying to break down Oboro's psychological defenses.
It seemed that her words had really worked, and the figure that had been maneuvering with the dolls suddenly stopped.
"Finally... Can't hold on anymore?!"
The woman saw this and showed a happy expression, immediately shouting out what was on her mind.
But... her smile quickly froze on her face.
Her expression was horrified.
As if she had seen a ghost.
Oboro was standing there indifferently, and the Barbie dolls around him, transformed into streaks of light, were constantly hitting the man's vital points, his chest, forehead, back of the head, and even his lower body...
Oboro just stood there... Letting the dolls stab his body with their weapons.
A clanging sound rang out continuously, just like hitting a steel plate.
Not even a hair was damaged, and not even the clothes were damaged in the slightest.
Compared to the previous situation of desperately dodging and having his clothes torn to pieces, it was like heaven and earth.
"How could this be?!"
The woman was dumbfounded.
She couldn't understand.
Her dolls... had been steadily gaining the upper hand, and were about to kill the Suit Thug!
Why did her Nen ability suddenly... lose its effect?
"You seem to have misunderstood... I just wanted to play with you a little. You didn't really think that you could kill me, did you?" Oboro saw her expression and smiled, "To put it bluntly, I just wanted to see what you could do... Also, to understand your ability."
"Your ability... is not bad."
Oboro said in a teacher's tone: "When everyone develops their Nen ability, they will match their own characteristics and adaptability... For example, you, your main body has no combat power, you can't fight in close combat at all, and your level of Nen is just so-so. So... you understand yourself very well. The reason why these dolls were conjured is to protect you... Therefore, protecting your safety is always their primary driving force. They can resist and counter any attacks against you, this is absolute, and mandatory! No matter how fast the attack is, no matter how great the damage is, their defense or counterattack is 100%... And the price you have to pay for this 'sure-hit effect'..."
"First, their attack and defense are limited. Once the power or damage exceeds the range they can withstand, your ability will be useless."
"Second, each of your dolls has a different positioning and function, becoming a small collaborative team, and it's automated... That is to say, their appearance saves you the trouble of participating in the battle yourself, but it also seals off the growth of your main body. This ability is too opportunistic... It has a lot of drawbacks. Obviously, you didn't think of this when you developed it, you just thought, how can I make it easier for myself."
"It's also possible that you're too weak... You can't develop this ability to the extreme or to perfection."
"In addition, you lack an understanding of the essence of Nen. The concept you developed is good, but this can only be considered one of the ways to use Nen. There are still many Nen techniques... that you haven't carefully studied."
While Oboro was speaking, he walked towards the woman leisurely.
The doll holding the scissors flew over, the tip of the scissors seemed to poke into his eye socket.
A closer look would reveal that the scissors... were blocked and isolated by the Nen power that had solidified in Oboro's eyes.
"Here... This is one of the techniques of Nen. It's not simply using Nen aura to wrap a certain part of the body, it's more complicated than 'Ten'." Oboro pointed to his eyes and said kindly.
The woman's pupils dilated, and she retreated in horror...
She couldn't hear a word Oboro was saying, she just felt her hands and feet go numb.
"I can think of at least ten ways to break your ability... This is the simplest one." After saying that, Oboro suddenly took off his suit jacket, covering his own Nen aura on the clothes.
Then, like a net, he gathered it in, covering all ten or so Barbie dolls.
Immediately afterwards, the suit fabric instantly hardened, wrapping the toys inside.
Causing the ten or so dolls to be unable to escape.
"Look."
Oboro picked up the constantly shaking bag of clothes, smiled at the woman, "The 'weapons' that are conjured, it's best to control them yourself. This way it's not easy to be taken away... You chose the worst way, sometimes... the simpler the better. Losing your weapon is fatal."
"Of course, you can try to conjure them again... But... you need time. Even if it's only a second's delay, it will determine your life or death."
"Aaaaaaah!"
The woman finally couldn't take it anymore, screamed, and turned to run away frantically.
She was afraid... This fear was a physiological instinct that originated from her soul!
She had never encountered this situation when fighting Nen users... From beginning to end... It had only been a few minutes.
In such a short time, the man had seen through her.
It also showed that there was an unimaginable gap between the two of them!
She... was going to die here!
Outside the alley... was the street with people coming and going, and the sunlight falling from the sky... That was the woman's hope!
If she ran to a crowded place, maybe... just maybe... in broad daylight, the man would let her live.
Killing people on the street in broad daylight would still bring some trouble and scruples to Nen users.
Not to mention, Oboro was already a celebrity...
The woman's body was still leaning forward, running for her life.
Suddenly, a hot palm touched her cheek from behind, and her fingers slightly exerted force, covering half of her face.
"Shhh..."
Then, the man pressed close and laughed in her ear: "Don't run... I haven't finished speaking yet... I'm kindly teaching you..."
"Waaaaah~"
Between his fingers, the woman's eyes were terrified, and tears flowed out.
But her mouth was covered.
"Don't cry... Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... Besides, you were the one who wanted to kill me first..."
In the shadows of the alley, Oboro stood behind the woman, gently comforting her.
His tone was peaceful, but the fingers covering the woman's face were exerting force little by little.
The woman's skin and cheekbones began to deform, her expression was very painful, but... she couldn't make a sound to call for help from the outside world.
Her raised arm was only three or four meters away from the street, and her fingertips were trying to reach for the sunlight and the passing figures... Trying to get someone to notice the abnormality here.
But at this moment, those short few meters were so... unattainable.
Despair... suffocating despair!
"Let's... have a good talk."
Behind the woman, Oboro's half face appeared, the corners of his mouth turned up in an arc, and he dragged the former back into the darkness.
"Heh, I thought you were going to fall, but that rookie let you run into him..."
"Jinsha, give him a lesson... The Heavens Arena has been trying to promote that kid recently... Don't let us lose face."
A few days later, in the waiting room on the 200th floor of the Heavens Arena.
Jinsha sat in front of the dressing table, her face pale, looking somewhat absent-minded.
Usually, she would dress up gaudily, but for some reason... today her hair was messy, and she didn't even put on her signature lipstick.
The whole person seemed to have lost her soul...
Contestants above the 200th floor have a special private waiting room before the match.
Several Nen users were standing at the door, all of whom were 'friends' who often communicated with Jinsha.
In their opinion, meeting Oboro was not only a free win, but also a good opportunity to become famous!
You know, they didn't climb to the 200th floor as smoothly as Oboro, and didn't cause such a big sensation.
They were all 'exposed' to Nen after reaching the 200th floor.
After being eliminated, they started training again, and returned to the Heavens Arena after becoming Nen users... But with their initial record, they were no longer considered 'new faces', and they couldn't be called 'newcomers', let alone dark horses...
Even if they won all the way, they couldn't reach Oboro's momentum... That's just how the audience is, they like an unknown little character to rise strongly.
Those who have a certain reputation... aren't very popular.
"Jinsha, what's wrong with you... Did you hear what we said?"
A woman with a bun and two daggers stuck in her waist leaned against the door frame, looked at the former, and frowned.
"Ah."
Jinsha came back to her senses, her eyes vacant.
"Damn it! What's wrong with you... You've been locking yourself in your room since you came back the day before yesterday, and now... you're so absent-minded." The bun-haired woman scolded lightly.
"What did you say?"
Jinsha continued.
"We said, let you teach that guy named Oboro a lesson... When he registered that day, we had already tested him, and he also knows Nen... but he's probably just a beginner..." A fat man in green clothes on the side repeated.
However, before he could finish speaking.
When Jinsha heard the word Oboro, her face was already wrong.
She subconsciously covered her ears with both hands, and her limbs twitched instinctively...
"Hmm?"
The several Nen users looked at each other.
What's going on?
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