Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

I ate eleven plates of thin-crust pizza, fifteen double-layer burgers, ten fried chicken legs, six French fries, and four grilled chickens...

Only then did Moyou fill his stomach.

For some unknown reason, since he stepped into the threshold of reading, as the level of reading increased, his appetite became more and more exaggerated.

After a meal, you always have to eat so much to be full.

If you only eat desserts, you don't need to eat as much as you do now, but in fact you have to eat a lot.

After eating and drinking, the three left the light meal restaurant.

"See you next time."

Sangbika got into a taxi and waved to Moyu through the window.

Moyou smiled back and watched the taxi drive away.

Fiona stood beside Moyou, also silently watching the taxi drifting away.

It wasn't until the taxi merged into the traffic that he slowly looked away, and turned to look at Moyou beside him, with a hesitant look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Moyu looked at Fiona who looked hesitant.

Fiona paused and asked, "Can we share our communication numbers?"

"Of course, I thought it was something."

Moyou was slightly startled, and then smiled.

For him, being able to get acquainted with highly skilled professional hunters is a good thing.

Soon, Moyou and Fiona exchanged communication numbers, and then parted ways in front of the simple restaurant.

On the way back to the hotel, Moyou chose to walk instead of taking transportation.

Keep Pjorn in the hotel room longer.

This is why Moyu chose to walk.

Walking on the street, Moyou glanced at the noisy street scene around him, and then slowly walked into the crowd.

After more than an hour.

Moyu returned to the gate of the hotel where he was staying.

"Why don't we go for a walk?"

Looking up at the towering hotel, Moyou thought that if he went back to the room, he would be entangled by Pijorn again, so he might as well hang around outside for a while.

Thinking of this, Moyou turned and left, and went to a museum ten kilometers away.

After wandering aimlessly in the museum for about thirty or forty minutes, Moyou received a text message from the Dou Mian man.

"Mr. Moyou, President Nitro invites you to meet at the 'Xinyuan Martial Arts Hall'."

Seeing this text message, Moyou was refreshed.

"Finally free."

Moyou put away his phone, his eyes showed excitement.

Although I can foresee the scene where I am killed by Nitro in seconds.

But Moyo thinks this is a rare opportunity to challenge.

He doesn't care about winning or losing at all, he only cares about what he can get from this challenge.

Moyou hails a taxi casually.

After getting in the car, Moyou closed his eyes and fell asleep, discarding all kinds of distracting thoughts, and kept sketching in his mind the picture of Nitro using the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara in the space of reciting, trying to find even a little bit of movement habits.

half an hour later.

The taxi arrived at Xinyuan Martial Art Museum.

Moyou got off the car and strode into the martial arts hall.

Bi Siji had brought him to this martial arts gym before.

Walking into the front hall of the martial arts hall, no one can be seen, and it seems that the venue has been cleared in advance like before.

Mo You didn't think too much, and came to the training ground in the martial arts hall with ease.

Apart from Nitro, there were three other people in the huge venue, namely Dou Mian Ren, Qi Duo, and Fiona.

When Moyou walked into the venue, he was not surprised to see Dou Mian Ren and Qi Duo.

The bean-faced man is Nitro's personal secretary, so it's not surprising that he came to watch on such an occasion.

Qi Duo was probably worried that he would be injured, so he acted as an emergency doctor and stood on one side of the platform.

It's just that Moyou didn't expect that Fiona, who had just been separated for two or three hours, was also there.

Like Bisiji, this woman who is slightly rigid in her words and deeds is a student of the Xinyuan Stream. Could it be that she is a direct disciple of Netero?

Moyou glanced at Fiona who was standing on the sidelines, and then looked at the venue.

Nitro is already in position, standing tall and straight at the center of gravity of the field.

"Here we come."

Netero looked at Moyou with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to signal Moyou to come directly.

On the edge of the field.

Dou Mian Ren, Qi Duo, and Fiona had different expressions, and they all looked at Moyou who had just entered the venue.

"Why do you make such a request..."

Qi Duo frowned and looked at Mo You, unable to hide the worry in his heart.

Moyu noticed the undisguised worried eyes of Qido looking over, but pretended not to notice, and went straight to Nitero.

For contributing so much energy to the "Swamp Man Incident", he should have received a rich reward from the Hunter's Association.

In the end, Nitro was only asked for a fight.

Such a thing is inconceivable in the eyes of outsiders.

But Moyou would not care about these gains and losses.

If there are some important lessons to be learned from this beating, Moyo will definitely find it worth the price of admission.

Standing ten meters in front of Nitro, Moyu took off his jacket and jacket, and with a bit of skill, threw them into the hands of Qido outside the field.

"I think this competition... probably doesn't need a referee or anything, but it's best to start by counting down the seconds."

Moyu stretched his limbs a little and made a trivial request.

Nitro stroked his beard, nodded and said, "It's all trivial, is there any other request?"

"if possible……"

Moyu straightened his arms, looked straight into Nitero's eyes, and said with a smile, "Please don't hold back your hands, and use your 'mind ability' directly to fight. It doesn't matter if you knock me down with just one face-to-face."

Using words to ask Nitro to do his best in this competition, considering the strength gap between the two sides, this is like asking a gangster to shoot himself in the forehead.

But Moyo knew Nitro would keep his balance.

"Hey..."

Nitro took a deep look at Moyou.

I don't know when to start...

In battle, I am used to waiting for the enemy to attack first.

After hearing Moyu's request now, Nitro felt a strange feeling in his heart.

little guy...

Then as you wish.

Netero agreed with a smile.

"no problem."

"Well, then I have no other questions, let's start directly."

Moyou finished the stretching exercise, released his mind power to cover his whole body, and looked at Nitro with all his attention.

Hearing this, Nitro gave a look to the bean-faced man outside the arena.

The bean-faced man heard the conversation between Moyou and Nitero, and noticed Nitero's eyes at this time, so he naturally understood, walked quickly into the venue, and took over the work of counting down the seconds.

"5, 4..."

The bean-faced man counted down the seconds in a calm tone.

Qido and Fiona, who were not far away, looked into the arena slightly nervously.

As far as the same age group is concerned, Moyou is extremely outstanding in terms of strength and fighting wisdom.

But no matter how outstanding Moyu was in his age group, the person he was facing now was Nitro, who had the title of the world's most telekinetic.

This is simply an absolute crushing battle.

"3, 2..."

Dou Mian continued to count down the seconds.

Qi Duo slowly opened his eyes wide, staring at the situation in the arena, and prayed in his heart: President Nitero, don't play too much...

Fiona also concentrated on watching the situation in the arena.

She's curious about Moyu's motivation for making such a request to Nitro.

From her point of view, she thinks this contest of disparity in strength is meaningless.

Nitero, who is bound to crush his opponent in the competition, will not get any feeling related to heartiness from this competition.

Moyou, who is bound to be crushed by his opponent in the competition, will not gain any experience and feelings from this competition.

This battle will inevitably come to an end in an instant.

Fiona, who has a deep understanding of Netero's strength, is so determined in her heart.

"1. Start!"

Dou Mian finally ended the countdown.

All of a sudden—

Nitro complied with Moyou's request, seemingly slowly clasped his hands together, but quickly imitated a hundred-style Avalokitesvara behind him.

The moment the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara appeared, it was already a shot.

One palm!

In the glowing golden light, the right arm of Baishi Guanyin suddenly swung out.

The broad palm turned into a golden light, and from top to bottom, it slashed at Moyou head-on with a vertical palm.

"..."

However, before the golden light emerged, Mo You stepped forward without hesitation, and shot forward like an arrow.

During the whole movement, he kept his eyes fixed on Nitro, as if he didn't see Baishi Guanyin and the broad palm that fell from above.

then--

The first palm of Baishi Guanyin hit the ground behind Moyou.

There was a loud bang!

The specially made floor of the venue was split into a large diamond-shaped pit.

Baishi Avalokitesvara's first palm failed in this way.

off the field.

The short-lived battle changes fell into the eyes of Dou Mianren, and the only feeling he felt was...

luck?

He believes that Moyu is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, so he chose to take the initiative to attack at the moment the battle started, and rushed straight to President Nitro.

It was also because of such a decision that Chairman Netero's first palm that was too close to be caught by the naked eye was missed.

This is the feeling of Dou Mian people.

But Kido and Fiona don't think so.

Prejudgment?

Still know it?

They could see that Moyou was sure of how the first palm of Baishi Guanyin would come.

That's why at the moment the battle started, he did not hesitate to gather "Qi" in the lower body to increase explosive power.

Even extremely confident not to disperse the focus of attention on Baishi Guanyin.

If this is a prediction.

Then, if you guess wrong, you will end up turning into meat in an instant.

Kido and Fiona were still in fear, staring intently at the battle in the arena.

they realize...

This contest of disparity in strength is not a small fight.

Those two on the field are serious and serious about this contest.

"Hoho..."

Netero looked at Moyou who was rushing straight, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It is not absolute that the authorities are confused but the bystanders are clear.

As the one who made the palm, Nitro clearly felt...

The young man in front of him seems to be very familiar with the first palm of Baishi Avalokitesvara.

"Has the old man ever shown it before your eyes..."

"Oh, it's in that space of thoughts."

"Fun little guy."

In the gap of compressed time, Nitro's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Being able to think in the face of urgent and dangerous fierce battles is a necessary ability to become a person with the ultimate martial arts.

An instant burst of thinking.

That's it.

And a master like Nitero will sublimate this instantaneous thinking power to another level——

Heart dripping fist listen!

The strong in this realm will have a sense of contradiction in the concept of time in the battle like wind and thunder.

It was clearly as fast as thunder, but slow as if days seemed like years.

Therefore, in the gap of time, one can "hear" some information that will only be displayed in battle from various factors such as the opponent's body movements, eyes, and flow of thoughts.

After just one palm, Nitro sensed some information from every movement of Moyu.

He judged that Moyou should have watched his Hundred-style Avalokitesvara from the sidelines in the Nian space, and thoughtfully memorized the order, palm gestures, and angles of the Hundred-style Avalokitesvara.

Then use it as a basis to seek a breakthrough.

Accepted the fact of defeat from the very beginning, but never gave up the idea of ​​"victory"?

Even if this possibility is like a drop in the ocean...

You think so, little one!

Now--

It's still too early.

I will look forward to your "future"!

Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara · One Palm!

With a quite satisfied mood, Nitro swung the first palm of Baishi Guanyin again in an unreasonable manner.

You thought the next step would be Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara · Two Palms.

Then let you be surprised and fell to the ground by the Avalokitesvara·One Palm.

This is what Netero is thinking at the moment.

There is a hint of teasing, but this unconventional move is indeed an adjustment and response made after "listening" to the other party's thoughts.

The golden streamer flashed—

It was still an extremely fast vertical palm.

In the distance called "Forbidden Zone" to face the palm clap from the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara...

Even with the crazy concept of compressing time, one can only capture the afterimage produced by waving the palm with only consciousness.

This is an absolutely unavoidable attack!

Moyou, who was within the restricted area, was facing the inevitable oppressive feeling as if the sky was collapsing and blocking out the sun.

The surrounding air seemed to be drawn away at this moment, and the movements of the limbs began to become heavy and stagnant.

The sudden feeling of suffocation spreads all over the body in a conceptual way.

Or maybe I unconsciously forgot to breathe because of the indescribable oppressive feeling.

Only one thing is certain.

time--

slowed down.

At this moment, Moyou's eyes were no longer focused on Nitro.

In other words, since avoiding the first palm of Baishi Guanyin, his sight space has been allocated to Baishi Guanyin's body.

I thought Nitro would play Hundred Styles of Guanyin·Two Palms next.

But he didn't expect that it was still the One Palm of Guanyin, which he was familiar with.

Even though time slowed down, he didn't have the energy to think about why Nitero didn't follow up with a smoother second palm, but chose to repeat the first palm.

This is the opportunity!

Moyou, who is very familiar with the One Palm of the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara, already came to the judgment of "ah, it's going to hit the first palm" the moment the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara made a move.

So this gave Moyu more preparation time.

"Soul Echo"

The shadow clone stood out in front of Moyou.

final distance...

It can only be made up in this way!

Moyou suddenly punched the shadow clone showing his figure.

And the shadow clone showed a straight posture like a javelin thrusting obliquely on the ground, and the feet that were close together were exactly where Moyou's fist landed.

Boom!

The fists that hit the shadow clone's feet with all their might produced white waves of air where they touched.

The sudden force caused Moyu to jump back, while the shadow clone shot at Nitro like a javelin.

Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara's clap fell!

Moyou, who leaped back, was inevitably rubbed.

The incomparable strength directly blasted him to the wall at the edge of the venue.

at the same time.

The shadow clone shot like a javelin also came to Netero's body. When he shot, he didn't choose to punch, but chose to press his palms together to stab Netero's neck.

Just because the attack distance of the palm thorn is longer...

This is all the preparations that have been completed after much thought.

Nitro was surprised to find that he had far underestimated the young man's familiarity with the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara One Palm.

Is it just "remembering"?

No.

That must be the result of "visualizing" countless times.

little guy...

How many times have you deduced the Hundred Styles of Avalokitesvara·One Palm in your imagination!

This moment.

Netero actually felt sorry.

This contest——

It's too early!

With a slightly complicated mood, Nitero watched silently as the palm spurs vibrated and separated his beard, like a river that was forcibly cut open.

And the palm thorn touched his own neck as if entering no one's land.

Immediately after...

Before the strength was formed, the shadow clone suddenly dissipated like a bubble.

Because Moyou lost consciousness, he could no longer maintain the existence of the shadow clone.

If I persist for another 0.1 second...

Maybe it's not as simple as superficially.

However, there is no if.

Netero's beard fluttered like catkins and closed together again.

off the field.

Dou Mian was stunned.

Qido and Fiona were shocked, and there was a cold current, starting from their backs, and flowing everywhere in an instant.

They were shocked by the development and results.

it turns out……

Made it to this point!

Unless you see it with your own eyes.

They would never have imagined that this battle, which lasted less than three seconds, would end in this way.

"Moyou... Can you see President Nitro's attack clearly?"

In the seemingly stalled thoughts, Qido and Fiona could only conclude so.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain that Moyou was able to pass through the oppressive feeling of Baishi Avalokitesvara without retreating from the possibility of a drop in the ocean, and finally shortened the distance to launch a counterattack against President Netero.

And he did.

In the end, he used the shadow clone to send a palm stab to Nitero's neck.

Even though it was just a superficial blow, it was enough to shock Qita and Fiona from the bottom of their hearts.

"Moyu!"

After reacting, Qido rushed to the edge of the arena.

President Netero's attack is not a joke!

At this moment, Qiduo was very worried about Moyou's situation.

Center of the venue.

Nitro knew very well that Moyu was fine.

It's just a little serious injury, nothing serious.

Nitro's view is very optimistic.

He looked at the smoke and dust on the edge of the venue, and the regret in his eyes slowly faded away like a tide.

What a great junior.

I will sincerely look forward to the next contest in the "future".

hope then...

You can grow into an opponent who can really make the old man "first move".

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