Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

Offensive release-type and materialization-type, which mainly attack tools, will inevitably gather more mental energy on their dominant hands before using their abilities.

The gathered energy of materialization-type users is relatively soft and sharp.

The release-type needs to release more mental energy, so it will inevitably present an offensive and sharp shape in form.

This is also a feature that release-type users must put on the table in battle.

Even a person with a high level of cultivation like Geno cannot conceal his intention to attack at this stage.

I am afraid that only Netero's level can do this.

Based on Moro's gathered energy form, Hisoka initially judged that Moro was a release-type user.

"It is not a good habit to steal other people's prey."

When he responded, Hisoka almost couldn't suppress the desire to attack.

Moro looked puzzled: "Prey? What prey?"

"Heh, ho ho..."

Hisoka is good at lying, so he is naturally better at seeing through lies.

But there was no need to see through it from the beginning...

He chased from far to near, and with just one glance, he saw the essence of Moro.

The same kind -

Undoubtedly the same kind.

The afterglow of satisfaction could not deceive him.

If Moro knew what Xi Suo was thinking, he would definitely cry out for injustice.

He was indeed very satisfied after killing the shadow.

But what satisfied him was not the fight, but the feedback after the upgrade.

Seeing that Xi Suo's aura became sharper with laughter, Moro had no intention of hiding it. He raised his right hand directly, and the sharp mind on it suddenly rotated and shrank.

Under his intentional control and compression, the rotating and shrinking mind showed a slightly flat shape, with a fluorescent green light source flowing at the edge.

"It's not a good habit to slander others for stealing people... stealing prey, etc. Besides, letting the prey slip away from under your nose is a kind of incompetence in itself."

"Hmm..."

Hiso's eyes curved to the extreme, and he suppressed his vocal cords and said slowly: "I don't deny this, so... can we start to 'love each other'?"

"Let's make a bet..."

Moro suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Hisoka's aura stagnated for a moment, and he said with interest: "Is this considered 'foreplay'?"

"Yes."

Moro calmly continued, saying: "You can also refuse, but when you refuse, I will give up resistance like a resigned fate, and wait for you to kill me motionlessly. I think... you probably don't like a 'no reaction' one-on-one?"

"..."

Hiso was rarely silent for a while.

He could see that Morro was serious, and his indifferent attitude when talking about death added a strong persuasiveness to the previous sentence.

This won't do...

Moving motionlessly is too boring

Hisoka flipped his hands and produced a few playing cards, narrowing his eyes and saying, "Let's just treat it as 'foreplay'. I agree. So, what is the content of the bet?"

"Just bet... whether you can kill me smoothly."

Moro stared at Hisoka.

After hearing the content of the bet, Hisoka immediately understood and lost interest.

"If the 'foreplay' you are talking about refers to the chase scene... do you think I can bear it?"

While speaking, Hisoka put one hand on his waist, intentionally or unintentionally highlighting his hips.

Moro noticed this action of Hisoka that often appeared in the original work, and inevitably saw some reactions.

But his expression remained calm, and he said word by word: "I just said that letting the prey slip away from under your nose is a kind of incompetence in itself."

"..."

This is the second silence of Hisoka.

In contrast, the desire presented in his aura became stronger.

"If--"

He took a step forward uncontrollably, and in his golden pupils, he excluded everything except Moro, and asked: "What if I failed to kill you?"

"One year."

Moro raised his left index finger and said calmly: "If you lose, we will immediately end the 'passionate relationship' and enter a 'cold war period' that lasts for a year."

"Oh?"

Hiso immediately understood the meaning again.

After losing, you can only wait for a year to resume the passionate relationship and then start loving each other again (hurting each other).

I don't know if it's an illusion...

Although it was the first time they met and contacted, he unexpectedly felt that the person in front of him had a high degree of sync with him.

It would be a pity to kill him like this--

But,

I can't bear it, I can't bear it.

I must kill him here.

My mood at the moment is strongly demanding this result.

Hisoka couldn't help but lick his lips with his tongue, and said with restraint: "If we don't even know each other's names, how can we be in a passionate relationship?"

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @shu/bar!

"Oh, that's right..."

Morro nodded and gave his name: "Morro."

Hearing Morro's name, Hisoka raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but he didn't have time to care about that kind of thing now, and said in a trembling voice:

"Hisoka, it's my name, so now... can we start?"

"Come on."

Morro agreed, and suddenly threw the slightly flat fluorescent green bullet in his hand to Hisoka, and then quickly retreated to distance himself.

The corners of Hisoka's mouth were stretched to the limit in an instant, and he stepped forward and rushed forward. He just ducked and dodged the bullet, and then rushed towards Morro with the remaining momentum.

At this moment, all the cells in his body were jumping for joy.

Moro looked at Hisoka's face, which was a mixture of excitement, desire, and demand, and could only secretly praise his facial expressions.

Although he thought about it, his hands did not stop moving.

Before Hisoka attacked, Moro pinched out a slightly flat bullet and threw it behind him.

After making this move, Moro no longer retreated, but took the initiative to meet Hisoka.

"Huh?"

When Hisoka saw this scene, his sensitive nerves had been activated, as if he saw the bullet coming back.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, he stopped suddenly in the process of rushing, and his upper body leaned back.

At this moment, the bullet that came back passed by Hisoka's eyes.

"A boomerang-like attack method..."

With his amazing waist strength, Hisoka straightened his body again at a very fast speed, and then held the poker cards in his hand, and was about to row towards Moro's life.

However, Moro suddenly leaped into the air, avoiding the returning bullet.

But such an action of his was tantamount to seeking death in Hisoka's eyes.

While Moro was in the air, Hisoka turned and shot the playing card in his hand at Moro.

Swish, swish, swish!

The playing card flew towards Moro, who had nowhere to hide, spinning at high speed.

But at this moment——

The bullet that Moro had just thrown back also returned quickly.

It was just that its return trajectory was like a swallow that flew low and then flew up into the air.

And it was no longer aimed at Moro!

The slightly flat bullet came under Moro.

And Moro did not hesitate to let his body sink, bent his knees and squatted directly on the flat bullet that doubled its area, and then was lifted up by the bullet and flew upward.

At this time, the playing card that was one step late only scratched Moro's clothes and had no other effect.

Then, under Hisoka's astonished gaze, the bullet was like a missile, carrying Moro into the air.

Star mark -

It is not only effective on humans.

Before running here, Moro set a star mark on the sparrow.

Then he used the second fraudulent flying star to connect the directional effect of the star mark, and now there is this scene.

This is my escape route!

Moro was inexplicably happy and shouted: "Hisoka, you lost."

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