Hunter: I'm really not a mind remover

Chapter 563 Reward +1
Hisoka had just connected his broken left arm with rough means, but Moyu punched his right arm off the next moment.

Flesh and broken bones splashed and splashed on the sunken trunk.

Hisoka was severely injured by this punch, but with his tenacious willpower, he dodged to the side and quickly opened the distance between him and Moyu.

Although this fight is not over yet, losing Hisoka, who is a dominant hand, has no chance of winning.

wrong--

As Moyou said, the outcome of this fight was doomed from the very beginning.

It doesn't matter whether there is a shadow clone or not.

Whether to use more abilities is not important.

The rigid gap in strength turned Moyu into a mountain that Hisoka could not climb no matter what.

So today's battle——

It will be the last time.

From the moment the battle ended, Hisoka's thoughts...

It will most likely end there.

Moyu retracted his fist and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He first looked at the broken arm left by Hisoka, and then looked sideways at Hisoka who once again used the pink sticky thread to distance himself.

The battle has reached this level, and there is actually no point in continuing.

But Hisoka obviously won't let it go.

The evidence is that Hisoka's aura still exudes a solid killing intent.

I am afraid--

At this moment, Hisoka has already made the corresponding awareness.

For him, even if the combat power is damaged, even if the chance of winning is lost, he must fight until the last moment.

And the so-called last moment is naturally death.

Hisoka's face was slightly distorted, and there was no fear of death in his eyes.

He enjoyed the victory after the fight.

But I enjoy the process of fighting more...

Swah——

Hisoka's body fell from mid-air to the ground until his feet hit the ground, leaving two grooves on the ground.

In the groove marks, many bright red bloodstains can be seen.

Tick, tick-

More and more blood dripped from Hisoka's mangled shoulder.

After Hisoka stabilized his body, he didn't look at the injury on his shoulder at all, but looked up at Moyu.

At this moment, he can already see the result of this battle.

But as long as he can move, he will never stop.

"Frivolous Illusion"

He casually grabbed a handful of grass clippings from the ground, wrapped them in pink thoughts, and then stuck them tightly to the bloody right shoulder.

In just an instant, the hideous wound disappeared, replaced by smooth skin without any texture.

The outer cover is not important, what is important is to seal all the blood vessels that are bleeding.

After simply treating the injury, Hisoka maximized his telekinesis, causing it to surge along his body like a torrent.

Moyou watched Hisoka's formation and asked calmly, "Do you still want to continue..."

"..."

Hisoka didn't answer.

Not right either.

When Moyu raised this question, Hisoka launched an attack with the power of his mind.

This is his answer.

The corner of Moyou's mouth curled slightly, and then he dodged past Hisoka.

laugh--

The figures of the two people crossed each other.

But there was an extra arm that was turning over in midair.

It was Hisoka's left arm.

Speed, strength, and even thinking skills and showing strength.

All the matchup data have extremely obvious gaps, which is why the current result is achieved.

After breaking Hisoka's left arm with one blow, Moyu suddenly stopped his figure, and then turned his feet, pushing his body around, and flew towards Hisoka's back.

"Coagulation Phase Power"

A bright cloud of thoughts condensed on the fist that was punched forward.

At this moment, Hisoka kicked forward and shot a pink sticky line towards Moyu's knee.

However, the pink sticky line that was supposed to follow the original trajectory climbed up without warning and hit Moyuna's fist.

Seeing this scene, Hisoka's pupils shrank slightly.

"It looks like just an ordinary Ning..."

The weird scene happened again. Hisoka could see it more clearly this time, but he was even more confused.

It's just that more thought power has been condensed on the fist...

Why is it possible to absorb the freely stretchable love?
Hisoka didn't understand.

No time to figure it out.

Moyu's fist, accompanied by pink sticky thread, hit Hisoka's abdomen hard.

Bang!
A strong white air wave exploded from Hisoka's abdomen where he was hit.

The ensuing terrifying impact made Hisoka's body bend like a shrimp in an instant.

"Puff-"

Hisoka, who was severely hit, bent over and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

Clearly withstood the force brought by the fist, but Hisoka did not fly backwards because of it.

Because Moyu's fist was covered with a stretchable love strip, it just stuck Hisoka to his fist.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Moyou's fierce punch directly took Hisoka's consciousness away.

"Here we go, Hisoka..."

Looking down at Hisoka's tightly arched back, Moyu whispered to himself.

Because of Hisoka's loss of consciousness, the flexible love and frivolous illusions imposed on the body were all invalidated in an instant.

Moyou easily withdrew his arm, and immediately took two steps back, allowing Hisoka's body to hit the ground heavily, making a muffled sound.

Due to the ineffectiveness of the frivolous illusion, the smooth skin on Hisoka's right shoulder quietly turned back to dirty grass residues, mixed with the bloody wound, looking extremely miserable.

"You have fulfilled Hisoka's thoughts so far, your cornerstone · frivolous illusion · +1"

As the battle ended, a voice from perception sounded in the depths of Moyou's consciousness.

"As expected of you, my dear, the strongest leek."

With inexplicable emotions, Moyu squatted down, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the back of Hisoka's head.

Although before the start of this fight, I considered whether I could get rewards from the impression...

But the combat difficulty is too low.

Even if Moyou restrained the idea of ​​using more mind abilities, and even deliberately controlled the strength of his strikes in order to prolong the battle...

It doesn't change the fact that the battle is easy.

So after the battle, Mo Qi really had no expectations for the reward.

But he didn't expect Moyu to be rewarded by the impression.

This can't help but make Moyou very emotional.

Looking back at the rewards I have received in the past, the one who can get the most is undoubtedly the strongest leek Hisoka.

Thank you Hisoka.

Good job, Hisoka.

Moyou withdrew his hand, then slowly got up, and his gaze towards Hisoka gradually became deeper.

If the train arrives...

It means the "journey" is over.

Beware, beep——

In the deep and dark forest, there was a shrill cry of some kind of bird.

It's just that under the cover of the sound of the waterfall, the slightly harsh bird call has no sense of existence.

Beside the rushing river, there is a sparse forest.

Hisoka lay on the ground covered with grass clippings and dead leaves in the forest.His face was swollen into a pig's head, looking very miserable and a little funny.

But compared to the injuries on his face, his body was safe and sound.

"Um?!"

Hisoka suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately jumped up from the ground like a fish, standing upright in an instant.

But soon—

It seemed that the previous battle with Moyou was just a dream that seemed short but was actually long.

However, Hisoka quickly determined that this was not a dream.

All because of the serious and slightly familiar discomfort on his face, even if he doesn't look in the mirror, he can still guess what his face looks like now.

"I thought……"

Knowing what happened, Hisoka narrowed his eyes barely.

It's just that halfway through his words, a voice mixed with ridicule came from the depths of the darkness not far away.

"Think I'm going to kill you?"

Said the voice.

Hisoka turned his head slightly in astonishment to look in the direction of the sound, and saw Moyu walking out of the dimly lit place with two fat mountain rats.

Indeed, as Moyou said, the moment Hisoka lost consciousness, he was already mentally prepared to be killed by Moyou.

But the fact is that he still has a chance to wake up, and his injuries have been healed.

Hisoka stared at Moyu who was approaching gradually, without hiding the doubt on his face.

"Stop staring."

Moyu came nearby, casually threw the two fat mountain rats to the ground, and said helplessly:
"Isn't it a good thing to be alive? Why, from what I see in your reaction, you don't seem to be happy about surviving the disaster at all. Instead, you seem to want to lift the lid of the coffin and lie back. Forget it... Anyway, from today on, your thoughts will be with you. It should be broken too."

"..."

Hisoka was silent for a while.

From the perspective of behavior, he stared at Moyou to enjoy the fight with a strong enemy.

But in essence, he has always been a challenger, and what he has done is to climb the mountain of Moyu.

But the reality is so cruel.

No matter how strong his thoughts are, no matter how much he is willing to pay.

I can only feel the powerlessness that can make my soul tremble in front of the mountain of Moyu.

Hisoka didn't care about failure at all.

But when this matter is called "impossible", just like what Moyu said, starting from today, we can stop this unrealistic thought.

"Is there no chance of winning anyway..."

Hisoka thought decadently in his heart.

I used to think that I would not have such emotions as decadence, but now it seems that it is because I have never experienced this kind of unspeakable frustration before.

Moyu looked at Hisoka who was silent, said nothing more, and lit a fire next to him.

In fact, when Hisoka was defeated and lost consciousness, Moyu had murderous intentions.

Although that thought is fleeting...

But in the end, Moyou still couldn't make a move.

after all--

In a sense, Hisoka is a comrade-in-arms to him who has fought side by side, a tool man who has helped him a lot, and a leek that has brought him many rewards.

So Moyu did not satisfy Hisoka's idea of ​​"defeat means death", and even took out black soil to help Hisoka heal.

"correct."

Moyou was skinning the mountain rat when he suddenly thought of the black soil used on Hisoka.

"You haven't used the black soil I gave you before, right?"

He stopped his movements and looked at Hisoka who was still silent.

Going to the Dark Continent back then took a huge risk. On the contrary, when I returned to the Six Continents, I also brought back some strange things that only the Dark Continent can have.

And these gains, of course, are shared equally by the entire team.

But because of personal preferences, some teammates will choose this, and some teammates will choose that.

For example, Bisji, she is not interested in other things, and only chooses a bunch of uncut rough stones.

As for Hisoka, he was actually not interested in these things, so in the end he chose something more practical like "black soil".

What Moyou is asking now is the black soil allocated to Hisoka at the beginning.

After hearing Moyu's words, Hisoka looked over. Although he remained silent, he still nodded to answer the question.

"Oh, it's good that you're still here."

Moyu smiled when he saw this, then stretched out his blood-stained right hand towards Hisoka and said seriously:

"Give me back two arm units plus... Well, the consumption of black soil at that position is basically negligible, just return the black soil of my two arm units."

"..."

Hisoka's cheeks twitched a few times, feeling that his face was extremely painful today.

Seeing that Hisoka didn't speak, Moyou raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, why do you look like a dumb person? This doesn't look like your style, don't you want to renege on your debt?"

"..."

Hisoka was speechless.

He was truly silenced by Moyagan today.

Seriously completed the agreement with Hisoka.

I thought I could completely cut off Hisoka's thoughts through this final battle.

As a result, before parting, Moyu found that Hisoka's "fighting will" showed signs of resurgence.

But Moyou didn't bother to care so much.

This time, he solved the disaster that had befallen Hisoka, fulfilled the promise he had made for a long time, and then set off on his way home without stopping.

Hisoka watched Moyu leave.

Even though Moyou's figure had disappeared from the end of his sight for several hours, he didn't look back.

Why can fighting spirit be revived?

Because Moyu said this to him inadvertently:

"Hisoka, you don't have to be so depressed. With my strength, I might already be the strongest in the world. So isn't it the most normal thing for you to lose to the strongest in the world?"

The strongest in the world...

It was this sentence that brought Hisoka out of his depressed and decadent state.

He didn't know how Moyu reached the top in such a short period of time.

But his views and perceptions are simple...

Since Moyou can do it, others have a chance to do it too.

So Hisoka wanted to continue the chase.

It doesn't matter even if he fails miserably again.

But before that, he would not easily ask Moyu to fight again, but would devote all his energy to becoming stronger.

to this end--

He is willing to be Moyu's apple.

Take the spaceship home.

Mo You received a message from the Dou Mian Man on the spaceship.

The content of the message is probably that Nitero began to take good care of his body in order to "face the battle". Although the effect is quite ideal, the judgment of the doctors is still the same.

Even if Netero recovers very well, in terms of strength, he can only recover to about 80% at most...

Moyou silently put away the phone.

It was night.

In the corridor outside the spaceship bar.

Two gentle-looking men in suits walked slowly outside the spaceship bar.

There is a soft mind energy wrapped around their bodies, and they are obviously two mind-ability users with similar strength.

now.

The two telepaths opened the door and walked into the bar with smiles on their faces.

Afterwards, their gazes flicked to the guests around them, as if they were looking at attractive prey.

In this world, there are many underground black websites with strong secrecy.

These websites are basically a gathering place for a group of carnivals with strange hobbies.

And these two elegant men in suits are one of the users of these black websites.

　It's the end of the month, and for the sake of Zhuzhu not asking for leave for a month in a row, he has been updating steadily for the first time~~
　　Breeders, let’s feed some monthly tickets~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)