The situation was under control in the eyes of a group of Nen users. Green glanced at a companion who was walking over, and asked.
"He's dead..."
The latter said in a deep voice.
What the two were referring to was the person who had attacked Oboro first, and as a result, had been smashed into the ground... Although he had avoided Oboro's subsequent kick, and had lingered for a moment, he still lost his life.
It was just a head-on contact, and he died...
Two people had died and one was seriously injured out of eighteen people!
This had already exceeded their estimates. They originally thought that... Paying the price of one life was already the limit of what Oboro could do!
They weren't some trash weaklings...
"How long will it take?"
Green looked at Uka and the changing ball of yarn in her hand again.
"It's relatively slow... At least ten minutes."
"Once the curse is bound, it will be easy to kill him..." Uka said confidently.
At this time, the Nen user who had been binding Oboro with his hands and feet died completely, and his body slid down and fell to the ground.
"Be careful!"
The Nen user who was holding Oboro's shoulder with his hand, maintaining the grappling hold, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he let out a soft shout. He was the first to be able to sense slight changes in Oboro's body and muscles!
With a crack, Oboro's shoulder was dislocated.
This person didn't expect Oboro to resist the injury, and fight back, so fiercely!
Did he really not want to live anymore?
The man stepping on Oboro's back, with the 'syringe', jumped away vigilantly. He wasn't a close-combat type Nen user, so he should avoid danger first!
Oboro's body, which was originally squatting down, suddenly burst up, with amazing speed, twisting his waist, and waving his hand back, he suddenly slapped the cheek of the person who was grappling him. In a daze, half of this person's face was gone... He fell straight down.
His eyes were in disbelief!
Then, Oboro stretched out his large hand, and grabbed towards Uka.
His intuition told him that this woman's ability was very tricky!
With a bang, a baseball bat hit the back of Oboro's hand, causing Oboro's hand bones to make a cracking sound...
It was Green!
The boy stared straight at Oboro, his eyes choosing someone to devour, and veins appeared on his forehead. He swung the baseball bat, and struck towards Oboro's temple like lightning!
Another one was killed!
Green was very angry...
"Die..."
Since Oboro wanted to die, he would fulfill the other party's wish.
At the same time, the other few people in front of him also attacked together!
"Half of my Nen power has been drawn away..." Oboro lowered his eyes, looked at the torn and bloody back of his hand, and suddenly smiled, "Your eyes haven't been staring at me all the time... That's very unprofessional."
He was talking to Green.
Yes, at least in the eyes of others, in that kind of situation just now... Oboro had almost lost his threat.
Now, one arm was dislocated, and he was injured, and he had lost half of his Nen power... Based on what?
Based on what could this man still fight them?
He couldn't win in the first place, and it was even more impossible now!
"It's not just you who's relaxed, it's all of you..."
"I intentionally attracted you all over, and gathered you together..."
As Oboro spoke softly, and with a strange smile on his face, his Nen power suddenly burned like a flame.
Instantly, a phantom resembling a spirit body appeared on his body surface. It was a monster carrying a little boy, with a mighty body, thick fur, and horns.
The hero that Oboro had chosen was Snowball and Willump!
The monster roared, and a terrifying blizzard instantly swept up with Oboro as the center, icy and bone-chilling.
The blizzard was mixed with ice blades.
The wind screen was even more turbulent, making it difficult for more than a dozen people within the range to move... The area in front of them was a vast expanse of white, and they couldn't escape the hurricane's restraint at all.
This was... the rule of the game, the slowing effect of the skill!
Oboro released the hero's ultimate move, Absolute Zero!
Forming a field of wind and snow!
During the skill's channeling, Oboro would gain a shield, so... the attacks of Green and the few people nearby didn't stop, and all hit his body, but were offset by a thick, scabbed ice shield.
In the wind and snow... Oboro looked at the boy in front of him, whose expression was dull, whose clothes were flapping, and whose face was already covered with dense white frost, and said lightly: "If you regard yourself as a hunter, then as long as the target isn't dead, the hunt hasn't ended... Anything is possible. A competent hunter will nip all possibilities in the bud. None of you are qualified for this."
After speaking, the skill channeling ended.
Boom!
At this moment, countless sharp gusts of wind and ice blades cut wildly, and detonated with a roar in the field!
More than a dozen riddled figures, like tattered rag dolls, were swept out by the wind...
It was quiet...
The ground was covered with ice crystals and falling snowflakes...
Oboro exhaled a hot white breath, and moved around, reattaching his dislocated shoulder.
"This ultimate move... is a bit awesome..."
He sincerely exclaimed from the perspective of a player. The visuals and effects were very explosive.
It was no wonder that he had spent so much time and effort in constructing the hero in the 'game world'.
Currently in the game, heroes were the slowest to create compared to the other major categories, and they also took the most effort.
Until now, he had only created more than twenty heroes.
Besides Nunu and Willump, the heroes that Oboro had created so far also included Master Yi and Kassadin.
At first, he had wanted to choose Master Yi or Kassadin.
But he quickly gave up.
The reason for not choosing them... was because there were variables.
Master Yi's Highlander and Kassadin's Riftwalk could give him super movement speed and elusive abilities, but there were too many people... Without knowing the Nen abilities of this group of people, it wasn't very applicable.
Because these two heroes, Master Yi and Kassadin, were very afraid of being 'bound'... If he couldn't reduce the number of enemies by more than half in a short period of time, the balance would be tilted... Oboro didn't like to take risks.
He liked to fight, and enjoyed fighting. He was pursuing and yearning for self-growth... not like Hisoka, who coveted excitement.
He was afraid of death...
Therefore, he wouldn't put himself in a dangerous situation.
He needed to end the battle quickly... in one go.
Therefore, after weighing it, the best among the heroes he could choose... was Snowball and Willump.
"Nen... There's not much left..."
Oboro muttered.
His injuries were okay... He was intentionally guiding the direction of the battle, and avoided several fatal wounds. The abdomen was the most serious, but it didn't damage his internal organs.
If the battle continued... it was really hard to say.
If the 'beast' next to the Ten Don Brown was there, and the number of this group of Nen users increased to around thirty... Oboro would definitely not have faced them head-on! There were many ways to fight... Using the terrain and environment to defeat them one by one was the best solution.
The heroes he might choose would also be different...
He would only try it if there were only a dozen or so people.
He had confidence in himself!
But he didn't think that he could win against an entire Brown, an armed squad composed of Nen users, in a head-on fight.
Depending on the situation, the solutions that could be chosen were also different, and had to be flexible and varied.
On the square, a group of people were scattered everywhere. Some were dead... Some had a trace of breath left...
Oboro walked to a corpse, and looked down.
The lower half of this woman named Uka had been torn apart, and was unrecognizable, but the wound was covered with frost, which was melting little by little, and there was no bleeding... Her ball of yarn had disappeared.
She wasn't a Conjurer, this woman was a Specialist...
Once that ball of yarn had woven a little person, Oboro had a premonition... something would happen to him!
He then walked to Green's side. The boy's chest had a slight rise and fall... His face had been scraped off, and even his eyeballs were broken...
"Still conscious?"
Oboro raised his eyebrows.
It was a bit of a pity...
At the boy's age, to be able to have this level of skill was already quite outstanding.
If he wasn't an enemy, Oboro might have 'guided' him a bit.
As his voice faded, Green's life force was cut off.
Oboro put down the few people who were still alive, one by one... and finally came to the person with the lightest injuries on the scene.
Saying light... was only relative to death.
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