After Oboro finished speaking, he took action.
"Hmm?"
The man who was urinating had just fastened his belt. His originally comfortable expression suddenly changed drastically, and a coldness rose all over his body. He looked up, and saw a stranger appear in a corner of the forest at some point.
The other party's hidden aura was too good...
Damnation!
Oboro used one of his Nen abilities. A dark green cloud of mist with many ghost shadows rippled out on his body, wrapping around his limbs. He could also hear the fierce cries of the ghosts.
He moved... The green mist made his face look a bit terrifying, as if he was a ghost god from the underworld.
The man was shocked by this aura. He was just about to shout and remind his teammates in the tent... The next second, the surging ghost mist enveloped his entire body. What followed was a large hand digging into his face.
Bang!
With just one blow, the man fell to the ground... His head was shattered.
After his death, as if drawn by the undead, a soul substance burst out from the man's body, and merged into the mist around Oboro.
His armor and magic resistance each increased by 1 point.
"It seems that there's a bit of growth, but it's too weak... It seems that it still needs to accumulate in quantity." Oboro sensed his body, and said calmly.
Unfortunately... Only the soul dropped, not the black mist.
The black mist could increase his attack range and critical strike chance.
These two abilities, one active and one passive, didn't need to be released. The effect was always there... But whether the soul and black mist dropped was a matter of probability.
"There are enemies!"
Suddenly, a shout came from the front.
There was a commotion from several tents, and seven or eight people appeared.
"As expected, they're all strong..."
Oboro narrowed his eyes.
Even with a certain distance, the sound was transmitted extremely subtly. Even so, they could still detect it... Their senses were very sharp.
"Roar!"
Then, a Transmuter Nen ability user rushed toward Oboro.
While running, the man's body began to squirm and change, and hair grew out. In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a fierce beast, a tiger. He leaped up, and jumped to the top of Oboro's head. His claws were in a tearing shape, and swung down.
Immediately after, the next second, Oboro threw a punch.
The huge tiger's body in the air had a hole blasted through its abdomen, and it flew out backwards.
After falling to the ground, he turned back into his original form. Blood was flowing non-stop from his stomach, which had a hole in it.
"Let's go together!"
Seeing this, the remaining people realized how terrifying the person who had come was. One of the leaders shouted.
For a time, the few people used their abilities one after another, planning to join forces and kill Oboro.
Oboro coldly swept his gaze over them, and instantly had a rough judgment of the strength of the few people...
One person was whistling, and his gaze locked onto Oboro, who was rushing over. He shouted loudly, "Attention!"
The sound made Oboro's body stiffen for a moment.
Another person threw a rope, which extended and lengthened in mid-air, like a dog leash. He wanted to put it around Oboro's neck.
A Specialist and a Conjurer, huh?
One ability's medium was sound. Reducing the hearing could reduce the effect of the ability...
And the other, once he was caught, he might be forced to obey the other party's orders.
Oboro instantly had an analysis and judgment.
The Nen ability on his body surged. In an instant, he broke free from the sluggish state of his body, and like lightning, he pounced on the woman who was whistling. At the same time, he dodged being caught by the rope.
He had originally planned to kill the strongest of the few people first, but now it seemed... He had to deal with the target whose ability had a control effect first!
"Urakina, retreat!"
A man among the other party noticed his intention, and killed him in turn.
He was preparing to stop him!
During this time, countless pebbles floated up, and shot toward Oboro like bullets.
Several abilities were mixed together, making the situation that Oboro had to face extremely tricky.
However... His performance made the enemy Nen ability users feel chilled and their scalps tingle.
There was no special response... It was just his explosive physical quality, and strange body movements and footwork, that made Oboro look like a ghost, erratic and unpredictable. None of the dense pebbles could hit him. They were all dodged.
Not only that, but his speed didn't seem to have slowed down...
"Stop for me!"
The Nen ability user who was trying to fight Oboro head-on punched him heavily, and shouted loudly.
But what made the man's pupils shrink was that before his fist could reach him, the other party had already bent over and dodged it, as if he had predicted his attack route... At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down...
He clearly saw the man's body lean forward, avoiding his arm. His face didn't change at all, and there wasn't a single ripple in his cold eyes... He didn't even look at him.
Puchi!
Then, the man's chest felt cold. He looked down, and saw.
His heart had been pulled out by a hand, and crushed alive.
This Nen ability user immediately fell over, and was swept by a feeling of weakness all over his body...
It was over in one exchange?
"Attention!"
"Attention!"
"Attention!"
The woman kept retreating, and frantically blew the whistle with a pale face, shouting at Oboro.
But the effect didn't seem to have any influence on the target...
"Ahhhhh!"
The woman screamed.
Immediately after, her body was swallowed and enveloped by Oboro and the ghost mist he was releasing.
In just one second, the mist followed Oboro's figure and attacked another person. When it dissipated, it only left behind the woman's corpse, who had died with her eyes wide open, lying in a pool of blood... And the whistle, stained with blood, slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.
One, two...
Oboro was like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, sweeping away everything before him. After being approached by him, one person after another fell.
The many Nen abilities had failed to cause any damage or influence on him.
Soon, after a few minutes, the camp returned to silence.
"There's one more..."
Oboro's eyes turned, and he glanced at a small tree in the forest.
He slowly walked over.
As he moved, the small tree suddenly trembled...
It was the ability of mimicry, which was also a Transmuter ability.
The restriction should be that they couldn't move while mimicking.
Oboro stopped in front of the tree, and reached out to grab a branch. Then, he saw the small tree shake, and turn into a gaunt-faced guy. This person looked at him in disbelief, and trembled, "It's impossible... How could I be discovered? When my ability is in use, it will automatically enter a state of deep 'Zetsu', and it won't be sensed. Unless you saw it with your eyes from the beginning... But you've been fighting all along. How could you have the energy to capture me? I clearly confirmed that you didn't notice this side..."
"No, it's just that before the battle started, I had already engraved the surrounding terrain and environment, like a picture, into my mind, so... It's easy to notice when an extra tree appears. It's not using perception or ability. It's purely the information collected here." Oboro smiled at him, and pointed to his brain when he said the word here.
"..."
The former was stunned.
This time, the matter of the ruins involved multiple forces.
And those who could intervene were all experts among Nen ability users... In other words, none of them were small fries.
They all had considerable 'work' experience and strength... This was the first time that he had directly encountered this kind of terrifying powerhouse.
If it wasn't for this kind of person... He could have survived by relying on his ability!
The difference was too great...
Whether it was strength, or the analysis, collection, and processing of the battle situation.
He was too comprehensive.
Oboro struck out with a hand blade, and the man's head flew out...
As the ghost mist swirled, a mass of soul substance and a mass of black energy rose up.
The soul was absorbed by the ghost mist, and the black energy surged into Oboro's body.
"Four souls, two layers of black mist... Not bad." Oboro clenched his fist.
He squatted down, and extended a finger, which was half a centimeter away from a blade of grass... It didn't actually touch it.
Then, his fingertip moved.
The blade of grass was suddenly divided into two.
The attack range had increased...
Although it was very small, as the number climbed, there would always be a qualitative change.
Thinking this, he stood up, and began to receive the signals in his brain again.
"Captain, how is it?"
"Did something happen?"
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