When Oboro got older and stronger, he wouldn't be able to play like this anymore... There was no way.
As if he could beat up Oboro and create some good memories for him, Netero was very willing.
He himself was also enjoying it...
However, nothing was absolute.
As the time for breathing techniques gradually increased, Oboro's body and aura were recovering... The old man's pressure also increased.
In just one month, the length of their sparring had increased to one hour.
Netero, who had been wearing a loose practice suit and wooden clogs from beginning to end, wasn't as relaxed as he had been at the start. He had changed into a tight-fitting suit!
After the second month... Netero was tired.
Yes... He felt 'tired'. Although he always joked about his age, he knew very well that his energy was still very strong.
Oboro could already use breathing techniques to fight him for several hours. Even without special breathing, he could spar with him in a normal state, and persist for a certain amount of time.
The two fought almost from day to night...
After it got dark, Oboro would start training his Nen ability.
This kid didn't waste a single moment... This thirst and obsession for power, and this focus, made Netero vaguely see a shadow of his younger self. He became more and more appreciative and certain of Oboro.
But... These were all thoughts in his heart. What he showed... Was that he no longer smiled.
After entering the third month, the old man was already disheveled, and even regretted agreeing to Oboro's request.
He had a feeling that his old bones were about to fall apart...
It was worth mentioning that from the beginning, the old man had intentionally kept his strength at the same level as Oboro... Although it was called training, sometimes, an evenly matched opponent could have a catalytic effect.
Even so, Oboro still didn't gain any advantage in the previous two months.
But starting from the second half of the third month, Netero had to take this junior seriously...
Because, during the later sparring, the thought of 'losing' had flashed through his mind a few times.
However, in the end, he relied on his personal ability, experience, and technique to forcefully suppress Oboro.
The old man still cared a lot about his face.
...
The last day of the three months.
A gentle breeze brushed the grass. Oboro's clothes were also tattered. He had thrown away his suit jacket long ago.
He finished his Nen training, woke up from his meditation, and slowly stood up.
Then, his heart contracted, increasing its power, and transporting more powerful blood to his entire body... All of his internal organs seemed to be awakened in an instant, entering a specific 'working mode' and state along with the breathing from his nose and mouth.
"The last battle..."
Oboro muttered, and looked at the opposite side.
The decrepit Netero, with his back to the rising sun, walked over step by step.
His gaze was solemn, and he was also seriously staring at him, moving his shoulders.
"I'll defeat you!"
The next second, Oboro's eyes widened, and he released his purest will.
The Nen on his body, echoing each other, instantly surged.
"I won't lose, little guy."
For the first time, Netero gave Oboro a cold smile, and his expression was... Fierce.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, large pieces of grass and soil flew up. Oboro sped out, and took the opportunity to sweep to the top of Netero's head.
The two's aura, at this moment, was completely revealed.
Battles between Nen abilities weren't complicated.
Because the different Nen abilities determined the different fighting styles.
And Oboro had always focused on close combat and his body, because anyone who could set foot on the Dark Continent and return safely...
Had a body that was anything but normal...
Also, when facing creatures of the level of the Chimera Ant King, all fancy Nen abilities were useless.
It wasn't that Nen abilities were useless. On the contrary, both abilities and the body were crucial... Neither could be neglected.
But in most cases, many Nen users often neglected their bodies, and relied too much on Nen abilities...
Pa!
Oboro's two arms were crossed in front of his chest. The terrifying force and body temperature even outlined white lines in the air with his fingertips.
His fierce finger technique seemed to want to tear the old man in front of him to pieces.
But Netero raised one arm, and forcibly took this move. Oboro's fingers tore through the Nen ability on the old man's arm, leaving bloodstains on his skin... Immediately after, his abdomen suffered a punch, causing his own Nen ability to almost explode. He flew out with both feet off the ground.
However, just as his body flew out a few meters, before he could land, he disappeared from Netero's sight.
This was just a snapshot of one moment in the countless times that the two had exchanged blows.
The old man had also disappeared at the same time...
On the ground, bursts of air explosions rose and fell, sounding from different directions.
Oboro moved to behind Netero, and used a divine punch.
The white-haired old man arrived first, turning his cold face, and swinging a punch back.
When the two punches collided, Oboro's arm felt a sharp pain...
He didn't change his expression. While retreating, the fingers of his other hand touched Netero's elbow.
This action made the other party narrow his eyes.
This wasn't the first time that Oboro had used the cover of his moves to touch his body with his fingers... The power was very weak.
Based on his understanding of Oboro, he wouldn't do something meaningless, so in Netero's view, there must be something fishy.
Oboro withdrew, feeling the pain in his arm, and exhaled a long breath.
Netero had reduced his strength to the same level as him, including his aura and the intensity of his Nen... As well as the degree of relaxation and force of his body muscles.
Even so, some things still couldn't be changed...
He was a Conjurer, and the old man was an Enhancer. In terms of attack attributes alone, he had already won.
And there was also experience...
These were the only two differences.
Of course, the old man also had weaknesses.
The former probably hadn't really fought anyone in a long time... His condition wasn't good.
The previous sparring and battles didn't do much to help Netero regain his feeling. The main reason was that the intensity wasn't enough.
It was only in the last ten days that the old man's aura had changed, especially his eyes...
Another point was that the old man wasn't clear about his 'arsenal'.
Because it wasn't a battle between Nen abilities, Oboro was preparing to try out the special technique that he had newly learned... It was also the one that the system had recommended that he could train!
He hadn't even entered the door yet. His use of this technique was a bit inexperienced... If it worked on Netero, it would definitely become a trump card comparable to breathing techniques in the future.
Thinking this, the two set off again at the same time...
The destructive power caused by their punches and kicks was extremely shocking... The old man was obviously better.
After sparring for a few more minutes, Oboro dodged, sweating profusely...
Netero's breathing was also slightly rapid. The intensity of this battle was completely on two different levels compared to before.
"It seems that you're still going to lose..."
Netero smiled.
His body had some minor injuries. Compared to him, although Oboro wasn't bleeding, his condition was worse.
He had very little Nen aura left...
Because when facing his attacks, Oboro needed more Nen and energy to defend and dodge.
The degree of consumption on both sides was different.
"Is that so... Don't jump to conclusions until the last moment. You should understand this better than I do, old man, right?"
Oboro's sweat flowed down his cheeks, dripping at his feet. He braced himself, and said.
"How many more times can you raise your hand?"
"And your ankles... They should be carrying a heavy burden right now, right? If you obediently admit defeat, we wouldn't have to be so tired... I originally said that I was going to train you. Now it's gotten to the point where I'm a bit caught in the middle, and I have to be serious... Young people should learn to know when to stop. Why be so stubborn? Bullying an old man will get you scolded." Netero's hair tie had also come loose.
His hair strands hung over the corners of his eyes, and his gaze glanced at Oboro's arms and calves. He said word by word.
"You were having a lot of fun when you were bullying me..."
After saying this, Oboro once again exploded with speed, and appeared next to the old man.
His body was in a semi-crouching position, wanting to use a strange arc to chop his hand at Netero's neck.
"Your speed has slowed down..."
Netero was calm and composed, and raised his hand to block.
"Although I've slowed down, that doesn't mean that you can block it..."
Oboro said softly.
"Hmm?"
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