Chapter 392 Netero Smiled
Mi Ji had heat stroke and was about to be dehydrated.
To make it more convincing, he lifted his clothes, and his white and tender fat was covered with sweat visible to the naked eye.
Kurt had no expression on his face.
Members of the Zoldyck family had to undergo "heat stroke" training at a very young age, and this was just a trivial item in the hellish training.
So even if Mi Ji did such a funny thing, Kurt would not believe Mi Ji's heat stroke.
"What did you see?"
Kurt turned his eyes and looked at the remote control in Mi Ji's hand.
He didn't pay attention to the screen on the remote control just now, and now he wanted to see it, he could only see a black screen.
Mi Ji sighed and suppressed the fear in his heart with difficulty.
"Kurt, I should have thought of it earlier..."
"What?"
Kurt frowned, not understanding whether Mi Ji had suddenly fallen ill or what, and his words and deeds were quite strange.
More importantly, he could feel what Mi Ji was afraid of at this moment.
Anyway, no matter what it was, you should tell me what you saw!
Mi Ji's sweaty fat face was full of fear and solemnity. He said in a deep voice: "Big brother concealed some facts. I should have thought of it earlier..."
"Hmm?"
Curt pinched the knuckles of the paper fan and subconsciously exerted force. Blue veins appeared faintly on the back of his white palm. He resisted the urge to fan Mi Ji.
Mi Ji seemed not to notice Kurt's psychological activities. He lowered his head and bit his thumb, and his tone trembled a little: "No wonder Big Brother is so miserable this time. I should have thought of it earlier..."
"..."
Curt took a deep breath.
Mi Ji noticed Kurt's deep breath and took a deep breath as well.
Immediately -
He looked at Kurt and proposed very seriously: "Why don't we retreat?"
"..."
Kurt was silent for a second or two, holding the paper fan tightly, and then asked word by word: "So, what did you see?!"
"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier..."
"Pah-pa-pa!"
"Ah, Kurt, what are you doing..."
"Pah-pa-pa-pa!"
A moment later.
Mi Ji sat on the sand, his chubby face full of red marks left by the paper fan.
"Kurt, Dad once warned Big Brother not to provoke a man named Moyu, do you remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."
Kurt put away the broken paper fan, and related memories flashed through his mind.
That was two or three years ago...
Because that was the first time he saw his father so serious, and he rarely complained about the unprofitable deal, so he remembered it very clearly.
Mi Ji looked at Kurt and sighed, "Big brother lost his limbs, which is the consequence of not listening to the warning."
"Is that person named Moyu in there?"
Kurt reacted quickly and finally understood what Mi Ji was afraid of. He subconsciously looked at the building in front of him.
Mi Ji nodded and said, "Yes, so let's retreat. Dad will definitely not blame us."
"I understand."
Kurt slowly retracted his gaze.
Mi Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "It's good that you understand. If a dangerous person like that..."
"But we are here to take Brother Killua home, not to provoke that person named Moyu."
Kurt pointed out the focus of this operation calmly.
Mi Ji's sigh suddenly stopped.
In the venue.
Moyu asked for a stack of playing cards from Hisoka, and then began to draw a divine word with "transfer ability" on the playing cards.
Since the distance required for the transfer is not high, even if the structure of this divine word is simplified, the same ability can be exerted.
This can save a lot of time and energy.
In less than three minutes, Moyu finished writing the word "God" with the ability of one-way transfer, and then controlled the shadow to separate a small part and wrap the poker card.
Because the effect of this word "God" is one-way transfer, it is necessary to reserve a small part of the mind power on the word "God" as an activation switch.
And Moyu's shadow can be freely split into dozens or even hundreds.
Although the strength is almost zero, it is still enough to activate the switch.
"Try the effect."
Moyu picked up the poker card wrapped by the black shadow and threw it casually.
Whoosh——
The black poker card flew out in a rotation.
Moyu immediately activated the mind power on the split shadow.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Moyu appeared out of thin air above the poker card.
"Not bad."
Moyu's heart moved, and he wanted to get the poker card in his hand after teleporting, but he failed.
After all, it was the first time to try this method, and his proficiency was not enough to perform such a delicate operation. He could only let the poker card fly straight forward and hit the wall.
With a snap.
After hitting the wall, the poker card slowly fell to the ground. When the shadow was separated, it was already broken into pieces.
As a carrier of the word "God", it was not easy to use the poker card once with its quality.
If it were not wrapped by the split shadow, I am afraid that even the stability could not be guaranteed.
Moyu looked at the fragments of the poker card that fell in front of the corner of the wall, raised his hand to his chin, and said to himself:
"It is obviously not as smooth as "Transfer" when transferring. There is a clear sense of stiffness, but it does not affect much."
After the initial attempt was successful, Moyu counted the number of poker cards, and there were still 32.
Before the competition with Netero began, he had to draw the simplified word "Transfer" on these poker cards.
Then, Moyu began to work hard.
It took nearly two hours for Moyo to successfully draw twenty-six transfer playing cards.
The other six were scrapped by him.
"That should be enough."
Looking at the twenty-six playing cards in his hand, Moyu let out a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa.
After thinking about it, Moyou took out his cell phone and sent Menqi a text message about skipping dinner, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The competition time is set in the evening, and before that, Moyu needs to adjust his condition.
Around this time, Curt sneaked into the building alone and found Killua after many twists and turns.
As for Kurapika and Gon next to Killua, they were directly ignored by Curt.
"Brother Killua, dad asked me to come. He wants you to go home now."
Kurt, who was wearing a purple kimono, stood in front of Killua, and his tone when he spoke revealed a sense of delicateness unique to women.
If Mi Ji were here, he would definitely shout that it's unfair, why are they the same brother, but their attitudes are so different!
"I'll go back when I've had enough fun."
Killua didn't buy it at all.
Dad is not here, so he is not afraid at all.
"If you don't go back, Brother Killua, then I can only follow you until you change your mind and go home."
"ha?!"
Killua's face suddenly fell.
Curt, on the other hand, looked calm and didn't care at all about Killua's reaction.
I'll pester you if you don't go home!
This was the rhetoric that Kurt had already thought of before he came over.
Anyway, there is a person who takes the blame who does not want to contribute, so even if he fails to bring Brother Killua back today, Curt will not have any worries.
And I can also take this opportunity to play outside with Brother Killua for a while.
Curt's little calculation was crackling.
Killua doesn't know what Curt is planning, and at the same time he doesn't want another follower behind him.
Gon and Kurapika found it difficult to intervene in this topic, so they could only look at each other from the side.
The few people in the room did not notice the fleeting figure outside the window.
This figure is actually Jin Fulisi who arrived just in time to watch the excitement.
He still looked unkempt, wearing a cloak that looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time.
"Do you want to run away..."
Jin whispered to himself in some distress.
He knew that Xiaojie participated in this hunter test, and also knew that Moyo and Nitro were going to have a fight after the test.
So he stepped on it.
But what he didn't expect was...
The hunter test is over, but Xiaojie hasn't left yet.
What Jin is worried about now is that Xiaojie may also go to watch the match between Moyu and Nitro.
When he thought of this possibility, Jin was in a dilemma.
Should we simply run away, or should we take a certain "risk" to watch the fun?
"Oh, right."
Jin suddenly thought of a way.
Before he came, he made some inquiries about the hunter test process, and learned about Moyo's trick of wearing a Nitro mask.
Regardless of whether Xiaojie will go to watch the battle, he can simply dress up and then go to Moyu to borrow a Nitro mask.
Just do it!
Jin runs to find Moyu.
In the evening, the sky was dyed red by the setting sun.
Inside the building venue.
This was the venue for the final test, and now it was the arena where Moyu and Nitro competed.
The two of them stood in the field, about thirty meters apart.
Menqi, Xiaodi, Buhara, Satz, and Doumianren stood beside the wall outside the field, giving up as much of the field as possible to Moyu and Nitro, who were preparing for the competition.
Killua and the others also came, but they were further away, almost standing next to the gate.
Kurt, who came to persuade Killua to go home, could not come in with him and could only wait outside.
"Well……"
Beside the wall, the bean-faced man looked at Jin, who was wearing a Nitro silicone mask, with a complicated mood.
He really didn't expect that Jin, who had been out of contact for a long time, would come here specifically to watch the game.
And why even Kim has to wear this terrible mask…
For this purpose, two temporary eye holes were dug out in the silicone mask.
The bean-faced man wanted to know what Jin was thinking, but in the end he refrained from asking.
Jin leaned against the wall, folded his arms and looked at Moyu and Nitro in the field, his eyes full of expectation.
On the other hand, Menqi and the others were also focused and full of expectations.
Being able to see a master's duel at close range is a rare experience for every telekinesis user.
Inside the venue.
Moyo and Nitro looked at each other from afar.
Before coming to the venue, Moyu went to Nitro to make a bet.
If he can definitely hurt Nitro, then Nitro will agree to his small request.
At that time, I thought I was going to talk a little more, but Nitro didn't even ask what the request was, and just agreed.
It seemed that he had absolute confidence that Moyu would not win the bet.
"It's impossible to win, as long as you can get hurt..."
Moyu looked at Nitro with bright eyes.
Even if his ability to control his mind reaches a higher level and his overall strength finally reaches A level, he will never be able to defeat Nitro.
And Moyo was mentally prepared to be seriously injured by Nitro in this match.
But no matter what, he had to win the bet, and then take this opportunity to print out Nitro's Mask of the Thousand Changes.
Tick, tick...
In the suddenly quiet venue, there was only the sound of the second hand moving.
Ding dong——
The hour hand was fixed above six o'clock and the clock sounded.
At this moment, the competition began!
Moyu took the lead in charging, while Netero stood still.
When Moyu stepped into the attack range, Netero did not hesitate, and clasped his hands together slowly and quickly.
"Hundred Styles of Guanyin·One Palm"
In a flash, golden light appeared.
A beam of golden light came from top to bottom and hit Moyu directly.
The people watching the battle only vaguely saw the golden light passing by in a flash.
The next moment.
The ground next to Moyu suddenly exploded, bricks and stones shattered and splashed, and smoke and dust flew up like a torrent.
It was at this time that they realized that Moyu's evasive action without any warning was actually to avoid Netero's attack.
But from their perspective, Netero had not yet made a move, but Moyu had already made an evasive action in advance.
So it was full of indescribable weirdness visually.
But soon-
They realized what was going on.
It was all because Netero's attack was too fast, so fast that they couldn't see it clearly.
On this premise, Moyu could see the attack clearly and make corresponding evasive movements.
This led to --
They couldn't see Netero's attack clearly, but they could see Moyu making evasive movements, so they had such a weird feeling.
On the field.
Moyu dodged the first palm of Baishi Guanyin, and his speed did not slow down, leaving the surging smoke and dust behind him, and threw out three black playing cards with a wave of his hand.
Swish, swish, swish...
The three playing cards flew forward in a triangular shape.
But almost at this point in time, the second palm of Baishi Guanyin slashed down from the right side of Moyu's body.
Bang!
Baishi Guanyin's golden palm hit Moyu's side heavily, and a jellyfish-shaped white air wave suddenly burst out from the place where the palm landed, and the impact force that came with it poured into it.
At the moment of the palm, there was no possibility of unloading the force.
Moyu flew out like lightning.
Seeing this, everyone outside the field, except Jin who was always very calm, was shocked.
They seemed to have seen Moyu losing consciousness in an instant after resisting the attack from the legendary professional hunter.
But at this moment——
The situation changed!
Moyu, who was blown away by the attack, appeared in front of Netero the next moment without any hindrance.
To be more precise, he appeared above the black poker card flying towards Netero.
Netero's eyes reflected Moyu's figure that appeared out of thin air, but his eyes and face were not the least bit rippled.
I always feel that——
this scene seems familiar.
While mumbling in his heart, Moyu in front of him launched an attack.
His empty right hand made a horizontal slashing motion, and as the arm swung, a black knife materialized out of thin air, and the sharp blade was about to cut Netero's face.
However——
Another golden light came at lightning speed and hit Moyu accurately.
Bang!
Moyu's attack was instantly defeated and was blown away by this domineering golden light.
And Netero calmly watched Moyu fly backwards.
Just a few strands of white hair slowly fell in front of him.
That was his.
If it was a moment later, it would not be as simple as just losing a few hairs.
"Wow..."
Netero felt a long-lost emotion in his heart.
He suddenly smiled.