Oboro seemed very calm.
"Mr. Oboro... Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? Although your strength is very strong, we have the advantage in numbers... We don't understand the affairs of the Mafia, and we don't want to understand... If you turn back now, you can at least live a few more days. After the boss comes back, he'll deal with you personally... Taking action now is equivalent to bringing your death date forward. That's not a wise decision." Green revealed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled.
"Have the others all gone out? The original number... should have been more..."
Oboro answered irrelevantly.
"Yeah... They've all gone to clean up the mess you made... Are you satisfied?"
A woman scolded with an unhappy face.
"Calm down, Uka... The real big fish is with us, isn't he... You should be happy."
Someone advised their partner with a smile.
"Tch!"
"Most of you here are from Meteor City, right?"
Oboro began to unbutton his suit jacket little by little.
"Yes."
Green smiled brightly.
"No wonder... Your Nen power is very outstanding... I'm suddenly very interested in your hometown..." As Oboro spoke, he took off his coat, and rolled up his sleeves little by little.
More than a dozen people looked at his movements, and fighting spirit and intense killing intent surged together.
Oboro bent down, and placed the folded clothes on the ground.
Then... Nen energy erupted around him, and he looked at them.
"Come on!"
As soon as Oboro finished speaking, and before he could straighten his back, a ghostly figure had already flashed behind him, holding a sharp knife, and swinging it towards the large artery on his neck, "Did you really think we'd be interested in waiting for you to organize your clothes here? Idiot, the battle has already begun!"
Bang!
But... before this person's weapon could swing halfway, a large hand pressed on his face, causing him to lose control of his body, and he was heavily slammed into the ground, smashing out a deep pit.
Then, a cloud of dust was stirred up, and one of Oboro's legs sank into the ground nearly a foot deep, but he didn't step on the former. This person jumped out of the pit quickly, and distanced himself.
"How fast... It seems you were warned about my attack..."
Having failed, Oboro pulled out his foot covered in dust, and said lightly.
Green's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Although his companion had dodged this move, he was already kneeling on the ground, leaning over and vomiting blood... What he vomited wasn't just blood, but also blood clots...
Even with Nen power defense, his internal organs were still severely damaged and broken.
This man was even more terrifying than they had initially thought!
"You've seen my match recordings... right? From the Heavens Arena... That was half a year ago... You didn't think that I wouldn't have improved at all in the past half a year, did you? Are you looking down on people too much..."
Oboro noticed the change in Green's expression, and teased.
With a poof, he spread out his palm, and a strange human face button condensed in the air beside him.
"Start up!"
"Loading game..."
The button shouted loudly.
"Everyone, attack together!"
Seeing that he was about to use his Nen ability, Green shouted loudly.
And he was the first to rush over.
In an instant, more than a dozen phantoms spread out and cooperated, killing towards the target.
"Hero, huh... This is the first time I've drawn it... Not bad."
The game started.
Oboro looked at the enemies sweeping towards him from all directions, and muttered to himself with a smile.
Bang bang bang!
A group of people blocked all the angles that Oboro could dodge or escape. As soon as Oboro's limbs moved, the three fastest people pounced in front of him at the same time. In an instant, the four people's fists and feet collided with each other like machine guns.
Oboro used the national art to the extreme. Under the dense attacks of the few people, his body technique cooperated with his footwork, and he was still able to transfer his position in an extremely small space, pulling almost perfectly... Then, in less than a second, he captured an opening revealed by one person.
He sank his waist and bent his elbows, and punched out a divine fist.
The power of the fist shook, causing the air to surge, and become hot.
But... the three people jumped away in an instant, giving way.
A guy with an arm that had turned into a shield charged up, and took Oboro's punch head-on.
There was a deafening explosion.
The shield that the latter was pressing forward with caved in, and the whole person couldn't help but slide backwards for twenty or thirty meters. Even the soles of his feet were worn out before he stood firm. The raised shield turned back into an arm, and this person looked at Oboro, and shouted in surprise and excitement: "Powerful!"
The bones in his arm had already shown slight twisting and signs of breaking.
While repelling this person, a ghostly shadow, as agile as a leopard, swept past Oboro, and darted behind him.
A fleeting cold light flashed on Oboro's body surface, and blood spurted out.
"Hehehe... No matter how strong you are... You can't possibly deal with more than a dozen of us at the same time!" Behind him, the man who had successfully ambushed him licked the finger tigers he was wearing on both hands. They were stained with Oboro's blood, and he laughed jokingly.
This person's finger tigers weren't regular ones. The fingertips had hidden blades a few centimeters long. All the joints on Oboro's body had been cut open in an instant.
If the joints were severely damaged, it would inevitably lead to deformed or slow movements!
These people were fighting with their brains!
They... were treating Oboro as prey, and were hunting!
Oboro was unmoved, and his face was indifferent.
He was fighting fiercely with more than a dozen Nen users whose abilities were unknown. The information that his brain needed to process, including the responses that his body had to make, were all unprecedentedly extreme... He didn't even have time to breathe... The other party's offensive wouldn't have the slightest interruption!
Everyone's spirits were highly concentrated.
Oboro's brain... was like a dry-burning CPU, and could overload at any time!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, two more people rushed to his side, they were Enhancers!
Out of keen perception of aura, Oboro endured the joint injuries, and dodged... But as soon as his position moved, he was hugged from behind by a person. This person's hands and feet were as soft as boneless, and were like plasticine. His limbs stuck to Oboro's torso, and wrapped around him.
He was literally restricting Oboro's movements!
There was no way... Oboro was dealing with too many people! Sometimes, quantity did bring some changes... This feeling was like being besieged by a pack of hungry wolves. Most importantly, these dozen or so people weren't ordinary people.
"Honestly wait to die..."
The Nen user lying on Oboro's back laughed coldly, and contracted the hands and feet that were wrapping around Oboro, and his strength was extremely great!
Some of his companions had already seen the opportunity, and were attacking Oboro.
They were about to succeed!
However, the person on his back's eyelids twitched, and he realized that one of the arms he was tying Oboro with was being broken free by the man with brute force little by little!
In the next second, Puchi a sound.
One of Oboro's hands broke free from the other party's arm's confinement, and pointed like a sword towards the back of his head.
In an instant, he pierced through this person's throat!
However, this Nen user didn't let go of Oboro, and even the Nen power he was urging was intensifying! Making Oboro's body even more difficult to move... The will he showed was amazing. Even if he died, he would buy time for his companions!
Obviously... he succeeded!
His breathing was already as thin as a gossamer, and a group of black shadows swarmed over...
First, someone kicked Oboro's knee from behind, causing Oboro to kneel on one knee. Then, a dagger was accurately stabbed into his abdomen. The muscles in Oboro's abdomen tightened instantly, clamping the blade, and minimizing the damage.
Immediately, someone else propped up his arm and pressed down on his shoulder with a grappling hold, reducing the possibility of him counterattacking!
Another Nen user jumped on his back, holding a 'giant syringe' in both hands, and inserted the needle into Oboro's body.
What was amazing was that, when he was stabbed by the needle, Oboro didn't feel pain... It was as if this thing didn't have any substantial damage, but as this person pulled the syringe, Oboro's Nen energy, like water, was being frantically drawn away, causing his Nen power and aura to become weaker and weaker.
Oboro was suppressed!
From the start of the fight until now, it was actually very short, only two or three minutes before and after.
When facing more than a dozen elite-level Nen users who were fearless of death, he really couldn't take advantage of anything. The key was that, due to the number of people, it was equivalent to him facing more than a dozen unknown Nen abilities...
"Watch me draw your Nen power away little by little... Hehehehe..."
The person stepping on Oboro's back let out a triumphant shrill laugh.
"This ability... is it Nen Removal?" Oboro's heart stirred.
His current situation... looked very bad.
"You should thank our boss... He said that he would wait for him to come back and solve you personally, otherwise you would have been killed by us now..." That woman named Uka, holding a ball of yarn, came to Oboro's side, squatted down, and reached out and smeared some blood from Oboro's bleeding abdomen, and then smeared the blood on the ball of yarn in her hand.
Then, the ball of yarn wriggled as if it were alive, quickly crisscrossing and weaving, and in a short while, it wove out a small foot of a plush doll... and was still repairing it little by little.
"Don't move! Although the boss's orders are the highest priority, you're very dangerous... So... as long as you make the slightest movement, I'll kill you!"
Green held a baseball bat, aimed it at Oboro's head, and the eyes under the brim of his hat were unusually cold.
He issued a warning.
"Green, aren't you making too much of a fuss? This guy can't move anymore, hahaha!"
Someone laughed.
"How is it?"
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