Hunter: I'm really not a necromancer

Chapter 211 Really Good 4/5

Chapter 211 Really good (45)

Not to mention the eyesight that can clearly see the shadow of the whip, grabbing the whip with bare hands but not getting hurt is enough to explain a lot of problems.

At this moment, Neil had a clear understanding of Moyu's strength.

But Mo Yuna's action of taking the initiative to loosen the whip and his words "You are qualified" made Neil confused.

The confused Neil drew back his whip, widened the distance, and then stared at Moyu.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Literally."

Moyu casually glanced at the uninjured palm and immediately walked forward.

Judging from Neil's initial offensive, one would normally assume that the opponent is an enhancement type.

But Moyu noticed a slight sense of inconsistency in the telekinesis skills displayed by Neil, as well as the slightly strange way of exerting force.

The form of telepathy wrapped around the whip...

It is not the strengthening effect given by the strengthening system, nor is it simply "Zhou" that wraps telekinesis around the whip, but the out-of-body telekinesis attached to the whip.

That's why there was a slender mental gap between Neil's body and the whip.

Moyu observed this information in a short period of time and made the judgment that Neil was a release type.

In order to verify whether this judgment was correct, he directly reached out and grabbed the whip.

And this unscathed result shows that his judgment was correct.

Although there are more reliable verification methods, Moyu doesn't mind bearing the consequences of misjudgment.

This is practice.

In order to better improve his judgment ability in battle, Moyu felt that it would be more effective to take the initiative to shoulder the pressure.

Even if he made a mistake in judgment and suffered injuries such as fractures to his right hand, he would accept it calmly.

"Come again."

Arriving in the middle of the ring, Moyu looked at Neil expectantly.

That's like saying: Come on, come and whip me.

"..."

Neil's cheek twitched slightly.

I thought I could win this victory stably.

But the young man in front of me is not a soft persimmon at all!

This special code is a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Will I lose...?

The worst-case scenario came to mind, but was cut off by Neil in the next second.

“Stop looking down on others!!!”

Neil's eyes widened, and the right hand holding the whip was raised above his head, and then it started to rotate rapidly like a propeller.

Whoosh——!

The energy stirred up by waving the whip gathered around Neil into a whirlpool visible to the naked eye.

Kaka——!

Wisps of thought power spilled out from the edge of the vortex fell on the stone slab, causing cracks to appear in it.

"vortex"

This is Neil's trump card.

Moyu calmly glanced at the stone slab of the arena that was shattered by the overflowing mental power.

The fragmented strands of telekinesis can have such power, and only the release system can do it.

This guy is obviously someone who releases telekinesis abilities, but he chose a weapon like a whip.

This resulted in the fact that the Qi that should have left the body and exerted its power was weakened because it attached to the whip.

If you must use a whip, a more practical way of using it that is more in line with the current situation is to treat the whip as something similar to the barrel of a gun, and then swing the whip to directly throw out the out-of-body telekinesis.

But Neil chose the worst way to use it.

There is no doubt that this is another "Hakashi Douro" who does not understand the nen system well enough.

"Anyway, let's use it first."

Moyu looked at the battle created by Neil, and instead of retreating, he advanced towards the swirling vortex.

Seeing Moyu's irrational way of responding, Neil no longer had the ridiculous idea that Moyu was looking for death.

However, he believes that Moyu's act of trusting is most likely the key to his victory.

"Gotta hit!"

"Just one hit and that's it!"

Neil stepped forward, and the vortex he created headed straight towards Moyu.

The strong and strong wind whipped up a pile of rubble, surrounding it like a planetary ring, and flew into the air the next moment.

Such an offensive is quite a battle.

Moyu looked intently at the approaching vortex, and still stretched out his right hand like lightning.

Snap!

A soft sound.

Moyu's right hand once again grasped the tail of the whip accurately.

Immediately afterwards, the suppressive force amplified by the power of thought forcefully dispersed the astonishing vortex.

"you……!!!"

The trick he was so proud of was broken so easily, Neil's expression suddenly changed, and an incredible light showed in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, the idea of using brute force to pull Moyu over came to his mind.

But before he could decide whether to take action, he saw Moyu loosening the whip again.

"Are there any other moves?"

After releasing the whip, Moyu looked at Neil, whose eyes were slightly dull, and asked curiously.

Grasping a whip in high-speed motion with bare hands can be regarded as a good spiritual practice experience.

This made him look forward to Neil's next moves.

"..."

Seeing Mo Yuna playing with ease, Niel suddenly became angry.

I don’t believe it!

Neil vented his energy like crazy and waved his whip to greet Moyo.

Above the arena, bursts of gas explosions suddenly resounded.

But the next moment.

The whip that was thrown out with all his strength was caught accurately by Moyu.

Neil began to have some doubts about life.

Not only him, but also the vast majority of the audience in the audience began to doubt life.

They had never seen such a scene before, but they just felt that Neil, who always liked to show violence, seemed to be living up to their expectations.

"Master is so amazing!"

Menqi's eyes sparkled.

She thought that Neil was an enhancement type, so she thought that Moyu used his superb telekinesis skills to perfectly offset the attack power from the whip.

Such excellent control made her yearn for it.

The battle in the ring continues.

But the atmosphere in the venue began to become strange.

The referee was like a decoration. He could only watch numbly as Neil kept cracking his whip and Moyu kept catching it...

On the commentary desk.

The commentator with ten years of experience in the industry is also confused.

Who can tell her how to explain this battle?!

This weird game...

The audience who bet on Neil's win panicked, the referee was as numb as a sculpture, and the commentator was so confused that he didn't know how to cut.

Neil on the stage was about to collapse.

The special code is just to steal the chicken to win ten wins...

Why should he endure this kind of mental torture?

Neil has realized that Moyu's strength is not an opponent he can compete with.

But if he just gives up the struggle, he will directly lose his qualification to stay on the 200th floor.

That tug of war was what forced Neil to persevere.

“Really good.”

Neil's persistence brought Moyu a good spiritual practice experience.

It would be great if I could come here every day.

Moyu thought this way.

final--

Neil couldn't bear the humiliation and chose to admit defeat.