Chapter 395 Do You Want to Go to the Dark Continent?

Chapter 395 Do you want to go to the Dark Continent...

The fierce attack of the Hundred-style Guanyin set off waves of surging air, pushing the smoke and dust in the venue to the edge.

The poker cards that Moyu arranged for transfer before the attack were all destroyed by the shrewd Netero without being noticed.

Being able to use "condensation" and "hiding" appropriately in the battle of mind power is a prerequisite for becoming a master.

But Netero is better.

First, he used "condensation" to see through the "back road" arranged by Moyu in the smoke and dust, and then raised his finger to penetrate those jumping mine poker cards, and used "hiding" to eliminate the traces of the mind energy that left the finger.

The most terrifying part of this operation is not the "hiding" that goes with the flow.

But the ability to raise the finger to penetrate all the jumping mine poker cards in a very short time, while the mind energy flying out from the fingertips can actually accurately penetrate Moyu's other poker cards scattered around at that angle for a second time.

Not to mention the fineness of the control, what level of "instant thinking explosive power" and "combat experience" is needed to be able to clearly construct the precise route of each "pointing" in this situation?

Netero destroyed all the retreat routes reserved by Moyu in a flash.

In fact, when the split shadow wrapped on the playing card collapsed, Moyu could detect it in a short time.

But he adopted a lightning tactic when attacking, launching a four-stage offensive against Netero in a very short time.

First, a "speed gun" forced Netero to resolve it, then the jumping mine playing cards that broke out of the ground and surrounded Netero, and then the shadow clone that emerged directly between Netero's feet through the ground.

Finally, there was a thunder slash that landed behind Netero.

This four-stage offensive was too fast.

So fast that when Netero strangled the shadow clone with his feet, the "pain" feedback overlapped directly.

Until that moment, Moyu had no way out.

He appeared behind Netero and swung a slash that was just one step away from winning.

So this result was created.

Bang bang bang...

The continuous rumble resounded throughout the field.

When his consciousness was almost blurred by the palm strike of the Hundred-style Guanyin, Moyu suddenly understood the reason why he could not transfer in the first time.

It was obvious that the old man had cut off his retreat in some way -

Before he completely lost consciousness, Moyu could not help but feel deeply regretful.

The hyphae of the mirror flower and water moon had been implanted. If he could have successfully transferred out of Netero's attack range just now, then he might have won this "handicap competition".

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Without the tolerance brought by "transfer" and "shape change", Moyu was hit by the Hundred-style Guanyin without any resistance and was seriously injured and unconscious.

Netero stopped at the right time, and the golden light disappeared.

Moyu, who was seriously injured and unconscious, lay in the pit, motionless.

Around.

The spectators saw this result, and except for Jin, everyone's face was filled with indescribable shock.

They did not see the more specific process due to the large amount of smoke and dust in the field.

Until the continuous palm strikes of the Hundred-style Guanyin dispersed the large amount of smoke and dust, they first saw a lot of blood flowing from the back of Netero's head, and the braid that was originally tied in the middle of the top of the head disappeared, leaving only a short section.

After that, before they could be too shocked, they saw Moyu seriously injured and unconscious by the Hundred-style Guanyin.

Just now——

What happened? !

Among the crowd, only Jin "saw" the whole process.

"Awesome..."

Jin put his hands in his pockets, his eyes swept over Netero, and he sighed in his heart.

This old man...

He always likes to tease himself about being old, being suppressed by you young people, and that the strongest Nen ability user is an old story.

But if they really go on the field, the means of cutting off Moyu's retreat alone is enough to make the younger generation drink a pot.

The title of old monster is most suitable for Netero.

"You are one step behind, Moyu."

Jin's eyes turned and looked at Moyu lying in a shallow pit, and said to himself in his heart: "But you lost because of your youth."

Netero is indeed old and strong, but Moyu's performance is not bad.

In Jin's opinion, Moyu's combat awareness and tactical qualities are very good, but it is a pity that he is limited by "manifesting temperament" and cannot expand more possibilities.

And the improvement of "manifesting temperament" is not something that can be easily achieved by hard work alone.

It is like the word God, it takes time to slowly hone it.

In the final analysis-

Moyu is still too young.

But youth represents infinite possibilities.

Like Netero, Jin can clearly see the dazzling light of "future" in Moyu.

"No wonder the president is so happy."

Jin curled his lips slightly and turned to leave, and behind him, he could hear the sound of the medical team taking quick action.

For Jin, coming to watch this competition was the right decision.

After watching it, he should have sneaked away again with satisfaction.

But Jin wanted to find out the strange skills that Moyu showed in the competition, so he was not in a hurry to run away, and planned to stay here until Moyu woke up.

Inside the venue.

Gon, Kurapika, Killua and others were in extreme shock.

Today's competition shocked their hearts and felt the strong visual impact.

From this moment on, certain perceptions of the distant future were fixed deep in their hearts.

Xiaojie, who was sincerely shocked, didn't know that Jin was also here.

If I knew, I don't know how to feel.

Two days later.

In the hospital's intensive care unit.

Moyu was lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his body.

King was sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed, holding an apple in his hand.

Tsk tsk...

A slender thread of thought energy stretched out from Jin's fingertips and pressed against the apple.

With an inaudible sound, a long piece of apple peel was peeled off.

Soon, a peeled apple appeared in Jin's hand.

"Finally woke up."

Jin suddenly raised his head and looked at the hospital bed, only to see that Moyu had opened his eyes.

Moyu was not surprised that he would be lying on the hospital bed, but he was surprised that Jin was still there.

Is there no reward...?

After all, it's not a life and death battle.

Strictly speaking, no matter how seriously injured you are, your life is unlikely to be in danger.

Because this is just a competition.

"Anyway, it's not a loss to be able to expand the Mask of the Thousand Changer in Metropolis."

Moyou thought in his mind, then looked at Jin and asked: "Jin, how long have I been lying there?"

"Two days and two nights."

Jin quickly answered, and at the same time moved the peeled apple in his hand forward, and asked, "Do you want to eat the one you just peeled?"

"It's only been two days... No wonder you haven't run away yet."

Moyu ignored the apple that Jin handed over, thinking that two days was not long, so it would not be so strange that Jin was still here.

Hearing this, Jin drooped his eyelids and said, "What do you mean it's only been two days and I haven't run away yet? Can't it be because I'm worried about you?"

"Jin, who bought this apple?"

Moyou suddenly looked at the apple, and without waiting for Jin's reply, he summoned his shadow to bring the apple over.

Jin raised his fingers and scratched his forehead, sighing: "Don't change the subject."

"Jin, is this the hospital in Grada Oasis? Have the president and others returned to Swadani City?"

Moyu controlled the shadow to feed the apple to his mouth, and asked two questions in succession.

Jin rolled his eyes and did not continue to worry about changing the topic. He replied: "Yes, but the president hasn't left yet. After all, you won the bet of this competition."

There are very few people who know about the bet between Moyo and Nitro, and Jin is one of them.

And Nitro hasn't left yet. On the one hand, it is to fulfill the bet, and on the other hand, the association has bean noodles.

"By the way, let me show you something."

Jin suddenly thought of something and took out his mobile phone with great interest.

Moyou raised his eyebrows, and then saw Jin bringing the phone over.

On the phone screen, which was emitting a faint white light, was a photo of Nitro. The shooting angle was very ordinary, and only Nitro's profile was captured.

But the focus was on the blood dripping on the back of Nitro's head and the small tuft of hair in the middle of his head.

Originally, Nitro didn't have much hair, and usually only tied a bunch of hair in the middle of his head.

Now this bunch of hair has been chopped off by Moyu, and it looks like a bunch of harvested leeks, which makes the already poor hair even worse.

When this kind of thing happens to Nitro, it will indeed bring an inexplicable sense of joy.

But there is really no one who can take this kind of thing as fun.

Mo You looked at the photo in silence, then slowly looked at the devoid of serious expression on Jin's face, and sighed softly.

"You didn't run away, you couldn't have done it just to show me this photo, right?"

"That's not true."

Jin put away his phone and said seriously: "Actually, besides worrying about your physical condition, I have one more thing to ask you."

"..."

Moyou raised his eyelids and looked sideways at Jin, as if to say: Is the fox's tail exposed?

Jin pretended not to understand Mo You's look and went straight to the point: "What's the matter with your 'hardness'?"

"that……"

Moyu was not surprised when he heard Jin's question.

In his opinion, Jin is such a person who is eager to learn and is very eager to learn.

I stayed here to wait for him to wake up, probably not just to ask about the effect of Jian·Skeleton Plating's ability...

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Seeing through Jin's thoughts, Moyu smiled with a hint of ridicule.

"OK."

Jin responded naturally and didn't think there was anything wrong with learning from Moyu.

On the contrary, the interest was high.

"Teach me quickly."

He said impatiently.

Looking at Jin's anxious expression, Moyou sighed: "I am a sick person now."

"We'll talk about that kind of thing after you finish teaching me."

"..."

Moyu stretched out his left hand from the sheets with great difficulty and raised his thickly bandaged thumb towards Jin.

Half an hour later.

Jin stood beside the hospital bed, with a steady bright thought floating on his body.

"It's interesting to create a coating on a 'hard' foundation."

Following the principles and techniques taught by Moyu, Jin closed his eyes, concentrated, and relied on his extremely precise control to further compress and forge the already rock-solid mental energy on his body.

soon--

A scale-like form emerged from the stable thought energy.

King succeeded, and he did it right the first time.

"I didn't expect there to be such a derivative technique."

Jin opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at the layers of scales visible to the naked eye in the form of Nian Qi. A look of surprise could not help but appear in his eyes.

On the hospital bed.

Moyu watched Jin figure out the principles and techniques of Jian·Skeleton Plating in only half an hour, and then succeeded after only one try. In fact, he still wasn't surprised.

A person who is proficient in divine words——

Maybe not much stronger in terms of strength, but his control over thoughts is definitely different from ordinary people.

A master of divine characters like Jin has long ago reached an inhuman level of control over his thoughts.

For him, recreating the ability to attack sexual thoughts is as simple as eating and drinking, so it is nothing to learn the demanding hard bone plating so easily.

Moyu knows the truth.

Today, he is actually walking on the same old path that Jin has walked.

It may be difficult to catch up with Jin, but as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely be able to reach this level in the future.

Jin learned the hard bone coating, and the thirst for knowledge in his heart suddenly weakened a lot.

"Moyu, this derivative skill...did you figure it out yourself?"

"no."

Moyu shook his head. Of course, it was impossible to expose the existence of "perception" and said calmly: "Have I ever told you about a stranger named 'Mamen'?"

"Mammon? I know him, but you haven't mentioned it to me."

Jin's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked at Moyu's face expectantly.

His knowledge of Mammon was limited to the information provided by the Hunter Association, and he roughly knew that Mammon was a foreigner from the Dark Continent.

Facing Jin's searching eyes, Moyu simply told the information about the Dark Continent that he learned from Mamen.

There is something about how humans survive in the dark continent, and the contract that is crucial in the living environment, which is the divine word...

In the process of narrating, Moyu interspersed the origin of "Jian·Skeleton Plating".

Jin listened with great interest, sometimes his eyes lit up, and sometimes he showed a look of surprise.

"It turns out to be a survival skill..."

Jin understood the origin of Jian·Skeleton's plating.

That is a skill developed by humans in the Dark Continent in order to survive in a cruel environment.

The emergence of this survival skill is more to cooperate with the divine word.

Humans in the Dark Continent...

It is to rely on this survival skill to fight against threats that are everywhere.

So--

There must be other similar survival techniques.

There was a bright luster in the golden eyes, and he yearned even more for the dark continent full of unknown and mysterious atmosphere.

Moyu saw Jin's reaction and lowered his head slightly.

If Jin knew that this information was made out of his narration...

He might get beaten up.

Moyu thought to himself.

Jin slowly calmed down and asked suddenly: "Moyou, are you interested in the Dark Continent?"

"Not interested in."

Moyu replied without thinking.

He knew where the Dark Continent was.

simply put--

Individuals with powerful power can overlook all living beings from the clouds of the six continents.

But to reach the Dark Continent, where threats are everywhere, is equivalent to falling from the clouds into the mud.

In that place, the ultimate power of an individual does not determine everything.

Moyu is far from the "top" now, so how could he be interested in the Dark Continent?

Maybe he will change his mind in the future as his strength becomes stronger, but now he really doesn't think about going to the Dark Continent to die.

"That's it."

Jin looked slightly disappointed.

There is a corridor some distance away from the ward.

Nitro looked at the door of the ward and slowly stroked his beard.

Alas, I stayed up in bed until past three o'clock last night...

Still didn't fall asleep.

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