Oboro laughed and gestured.
He didn't seem as nervous as Wing.
Bang!
The soil under his feet splashed, and the high-frequency movement speed caused Wing's shirt to deform severely.
The two had agreed beforehand that this sparring match would be purely a fight of Nen techniques... without using abilities.
Because Wing would have difficulty winning against Oboro in pure technique alone, let alone Nen abilities.
Pa pa pa...
Wing came aggressively, his fist shadows shaking... swinging towards various parts of Oboro's body, trying to use his moves and attack routes to force Oboro to defend... exposing flaws and looking for opportunities.
But... Oboro only stood in place, one hand in his pocket, using the other hand to block back and forth. After a series of fighting impacts and sounds, Wing jumped away, his expression solemn.
Oboro had blocked his carefully planned first wave of attacks with one hand.
He had thought about the gap between himself and Oboro beforehand... but reality was more cruel than he thought.
"Why?"
Wing's eyelids twitched.
His aura and the use of Nen power... had no flaws.
Oboro didn't seem to have any 'outstanding features', so why was he so relaxed and freehand?
Before, he had been watching others fight Oboro from under the arena, and Wing had never thought that truly facing this man... the pressure would be so great.
Whoosh!
In the first wave of attacks, Oboro had only passively defended.
When Wing pounced again, his arm could not only block, but also counterattack in an extremely small time difference... Moreover, the timing of each attack caught Wing's body stiffness or the node where he wanted to 'modulate'.
Making him feel very uncomfortable.
It had only been a few minutes, and Wing found that the consumption of his mental energy was several times that of fighting other Nen users on the 200th floor.
His breathing began to become heavy.
"He saw through me, his combat experience is too rich... at least above me..."
A thought flashed through Wing's mind.
He didn't give up.
He slowed down his pace, activated 'Zetsu', and concealed his aura to the extreme, while constantly changing his position.
"In the state of Zetsu, your defense against Nen attacks is almost zero... If I were your enemy, I wouldn't mind you doing that. Moreover, you should know that I'm very good at sensing 'aura'... Unless you can train 'Zetsu' to become like a 'dead object' like dead wood, otherwise you are using your shortcomings to touch my strengths."
Oboro said.
Wing didn't respond...
He had already disappeared from Oboro's sight.
"Using blind spots, huh..." Oboro muttered, clenched his palm into a fist, and immediately punched towards an afterimage coming from behind him.
However, this punch hit the air.
"So that's how it is!"
Oboro suddenly understood and had to admire Wing's whimsical ideas and strategies to resolve his perception.
The more subtle Wing concealed his aura, the greater the power of Oboro's five senses to receive 'signals' would be. Wing first reduced his aura to a certain level, making Oboro think that this was the limit of what he could do, and then, at the moment of approaching, he reduced his aura again and released some 'aura' to disrupt his judgment... in order to conceal his main body's attack and create a difference in position.
"Is this your true level?"
"It seems that you also hid something during the match... Was it for today? Intentionally misleading my judgment of your strength?"
Oboro took his other hand out of his pocket, accurately caught Wing's fist, and smiled slightly.
"Two hands now..."
Wing seemed very excited, "Next, I'll force you to move!"
"Okay, give it a try."
Oboro nodded, "But this method can only be used once, it won't work next time..."
As he said that, the lenses of Wing's glasses trembled, and a hand knife cut across his cheek, scraping open a bloody cut.
"You reacted too slowly."
Oboro reminded.
Wing parried the fist that was being grabbed and instantly widened the distance.
Ten meters away, Biscuit stood under a tree, watching quietly.
Time passed little by little, the sun gradually rose, and the temperature got higher and higher...
Wing's state gradually entered a fever pitch... Yes, he only became more and more courageous as he fought.
Oboro, on the other hand, was fine.
After all... it was just a sparring match.
An hour later, the sounds on the grass finally calmed down.
Wing knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his whole body as if he had been fished out of a pond, drenched.
"Congratulations, you succeeded..."
On the side, Oboro clapped his hands, offering applause to Wing.
He had not only used both hands, but he had also moved... Although the range was not large, and his straight suit didn't leave any creases, he couldn't maintain his initial ease.
In the latter half of the fight, Oboro realized that Wing had obviously grown, and his ability to read the battle and analyze his opponents was also outstanding. Given time, when his experience increased, it would also improve significantly.
This potential was naturally develop by Biscuit.
"Huhu... It's still not good enough... I... wanted to see... see you show an anxious or embarrassed expression... That would show that I threatened you..." Wing was exhausted and lying on the ground, speaking haltingly.
Judging from his smiling expression, he wasn't frustrated, but rather seemed to be inspired.
It was a positive mental feedback.
"His Nen techniques are responding to your technical changes. To put it bluntly, he intentionally controlled the level of Nen to be the same as yours... He didn't take advantage of you, but why are you still so struggling?"
Biscuit walked over.
Wing and Oboro looked at her at the same time.
"Because after you attacked, he figured out your body strength... Combining your Nen, what kind of moves you can make, and how fast you can be, he has a judgment. Your body is presented in his brain in a digitized way." Biscuit looked at her disheveled disciple and held out a finger: "Also, when he took off your glasses, your body subconsciously stiffened for a second, causing your originally fierce fist to lose its strength... This is a physiological reaction."
"In other words, your body or brain has not reached the point where it can control physiological reactions."
"Combat thinking must absolutely obey the 'plan' given by the brain, and cannot be handed over to the body... You must understand that some physiological reactions are instincts that are harmful and useless in battle. You need to overcome them! Although you seem to be constantly attacking and looking for opportunities... In fact, all your attacks are built on defense, afraid of being hit by him, so... they are all just what you think is 'going all out'..."
"Being taken off your glasses was just one time, you had twenty-six times throughout the whole time where the weakness of 'physiological reaction' was exploited."
"That's right, that's exactly it!"
Oboro gave Biscuit a thumbs up, and echoed, "Simply put, there's no problem with your achievements in Nen, and your physical fitness is okay... But don't think of Nen as too absolute, thereby ignoring the essential connection between the spirit and the body."
"I've learned a lot."
Wing propped himself up with one arm.
Oboro reached out and pulled him up from the ground.
"Well then... May I have the next challenger."
Afterwards, Oboro suddenly spoke.
His gaze was burning as he stared at Biscuit.
What did he mean?
Biscuit was stunned.
"It's not easy to find a sparring partner like me... In the spirit of fairness of exchanging things of equal value, shouldn't you also give something in return." Oboro narrowed his eyes.
"You want to fight me?"
Biscuit reacted.
"Ever since you left my room last time, I've been thinking about when I can really have a fight with you." Oboro said very frankly, "I didn't plan to find you before I left, but taking advantage of this opportunity, I think it's better to fulfill a wish."
"Hehehehe..."
On Biscuit's cute girl's face, a brilliant smile suddenly appeared.
She agreed readily, without the slightest hesitation.
Even her eyes lit up.
"Actually... I've wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time. Since you've offered yourself up, then I won't be polite!"
"..." Oboro.
Completely different from when he was facing Wing, Oboro seemed to be full of fighting spirit.
He knew how powerful Biscuit was... This was the strongest person he had encountered so far since coming to the Hunter world!
"Are you going to use abilities?"
Oboro asked.
"Huh? You don't think I'm going to fight you for a long time, do you?" Biscuit did some warm-up exercises like during recess.
Her words made it sound like she looked down on Oboro.
"I admit that it's amazing to have this kind of strength at your age. Even when I was young, I was far inferior to you... However, compared to the current me, you're not good enough." Biscuit spoke very bluntly, not caring at all whether Oboro could accept it.
"Oh?"
Oboro didn't quite believe it.
"Don't think that winning against some third-rate guys is a big deal..."
After warming up, Biscuit looked at Oboro: "Stand there and don't move. If you can take one punch from me, you'll pass!"
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