In that instant, Netero felt an unprecedented sense of danger, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
He suddenly remembered something he’d overlooked: Shinsō’s ability to freely extend and retract. Loki, after using "Bankai," hadn’t used that ability.
Netero hadn’t thought much of it, but now a possibility struck him: had that ability also grown stronger?
"Korose, Kamishini no Yari!"
Loki, sent flying by the attack, spoke calmly from mid-air.
The moment Loki finished speaking, God-Slaying Spear unleashed its true power, transforming into a terrifying white light that shot towards Netero at an impossible speed—perhaps not 500 times the speed of sound, but undeniably incredibly fast.
The instant the blade aimed at you, you were dead! Even Netero couldn’t fully dodge it.
In less than a hundredth of a second, Netero reacted, but whoosh! the sound of Shinsō cleaving the air echoed.
Netero’s face darkened. His eyes followed the trajectory of the blade to Loki, his expression filled with shock.
The ability development path, deemed useless by most Nen users, had been proven otherwise by Loki.
Even if everyone disagreed, miracles could still happen. There were no useless abilities, only users who couldn’t use them effectively.
Loki, with his boundless imagination and unparalleled talent, had taken a seemingly useless ability and honed it to terrifying levels.
’Little Loki... if I hadn’t let you leave, things might not have turned out this way,’ Netero regretted.
He had seen Loki’s immense talent and wanted him to develop slowly, but his exceptional talent propelled him to even greater heights after he left.
Netero didn’t know Loki’s growth wasn’t entirely self-driven, but no one knew Loki’s secret. Everything he displayed was his own ability.
As Netero regretted his decision, a sharp, icy pain pierced his shoulder, followed by a crimson gash. Netero’s eyes narrowed. Even after dodging the fatal blow, the sense of danger persisted.
’Poison!’ Simultaneously, Netero tore off his right arm, blood spurting from the severed vessels. Blood gushed forth like a fountain.
Loki landed on the ground, sliding tens of meters before crashing into a flowerbed at the edge of the plaza, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Whew!" Netero exhaled, having narrowly escaped death.
His speed was incredible, but he still couldn’t have dodged Shinsō’s attack completely. Even dodging cost him an arm.
He looked at his severed arm, already turning black and purple from the potent toxin.
Netero felt a chill of fear. ’If my reaction had been even a fraction slower...’
The immense sound of their clash stopped the fleeing crowd.
They looked back to see Netero’s mutilated body, his face pale and weary, blood flowing from his severed arm.
The sight was horrifying; the injured man was Netero, the Chairman of the Hunter Association.
How many people in the world could inflict such an injury on Netero? Everyone stared, mouths agape, eyes wide.
Mizaistom stopped. Botobai turned, frozen in place. Gel, Cluck, and Saccho’s faces were devoid of expression.
Cheadle, her hands over her mouth, trembled, unable to imagine the world after Netero’s potential downfall—his death at the hands of a twelve-year-old, a disciple he had trained himself.
"The Chairman is truly amazing to have dodged that," Loki said, emerging from the dust cloud, bearing new wounds. "But at least the Chairman lost an arm; it wasn’t a wasted effort."
Netero said, "If you think I need both hands to use my ability, you’re mistaken, little Loki."
Loki shook his head. "I never assumed you needed both hands clasped together."
He slowly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The flames on his forehead flickered and died.
The moment the flames vanished, Loki used Geppo, flames erupting from his body as he rocketed into the air.
"Since I can’t defeat the Chairman now, I’ll save it for next time!"
Loki reached a hundred meters in the air in a second. A pink Nen shot up, snagging Loki and pulling him upwards.
Only then did Netero notice a ship in the air, seemingly having arrived unnoticed while he was focused on the fight.
Loki attempted to escape, and Netero prepared to stop him.
Suddenly, Netero felt dizzy, his Nen flow weakening. ’No!’ ’The poison!’ ’Impossible!’ Netero couldn’t believe it.
He had instantly severed his arm, yet he was still poisoned.
Perhaps not severely, but poisoned nonetheless. The poison was spreading through his body.
The dizziness intensified.
If Netero’s constitution weren’t extraordinary, he would have collapsed.
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