The moment Omokage instinctively relied on the Enhancer doll, his fate was sealed.
A Flying Star with 200% power...
That was no laughing matter!
Moreover, a portion of Omokage's Nen was still on the long street.
In that situation, it was absolutely impossible for him to withstand that fatal blow.
Moro turned and walked a certain distance.
Upon hearing the explosion from the Flying Star's impact, he immediately raised the back of his hand for a look.
Lv. 22 → Lv. 31
"I gained 9 levels..."
Looking at the number in the center of the Year Ring, Moro's eyes flickered, feeling satisfied.
In half a month, he had climbed straight from Lv. 7 to Lv. 31...
If it were purely through strenuous training, half a month would likely only result in an increase of two or three levels beyond the base Lv. 7.
Furthermore, the higher the level, the exponentially greater the time required for subsequent training would become.
Hunting high-level Nen users allowed him to skip the time investment directly, firmly grasping the achievements that would have existed in the future, in the present.
The only difference was that—
Hunting Nen users inevitably carried the risk of losing his life.
"Omokage's level is probably between Lv. 45 and Lv. 60..."
Moro estimated Omokage's Nen level.
Initially, the distance was too far to clearly observe.
When he got closer, a portion of Omokage's Nen was distributed elsewhere, making the assessment difficult and forcing him to increase the range of his estimation.
"Forget it. I need to run first."
With the direct feedback from the Year Ring tattoo, Moro had no need to worry about any so-called "faked death" and started running frantically in the opposite direction through the alley.
Attacking Omokage was a case of seeking riches in danger.
Now that the riches had been acquired, he naturally had to find a way to escape the potential risks.
If he had waited for Hisoka to fully acquiesce to Omokage's faked death before striking Omokage, the risk might have been lower.
But, correspondingly...
Omokage at that moment would be at 100% full strength, and trying to kill him with a sneak attack would be extremely difficult.
"Choice is too important..."
Moro ran at full speed, thinking to himself.
Passing through the alleyway separated by buildings, Moro arrived at a pedestrian sidewalk lined with plane trees.
"Cheep, chirp..."
The sound of sparrows came from the trees.
Moro suddenly stopped, looked up at the trees, and could vaguely see a few sparrows perched on the branches.
Beep beep~ whoo~~ beep~~ whoo...
On the long street, a series of urgent police sirens sounded from various directions.
The sparrows in the tree were startled by the sharp sirens and suddenly flapped their wings, flying into the sky.
Moro leaped up and reached out with his right hand, catching one of the sparrows.
"Screech—!"
The captured sparrow struggled desperately, its cry becoming sharp, and it incessantly pecked at Moro's fingers with its beak.
Moro looked down at the sparrow.
"Starry Convergence"
His Nen shattered into starlight, swirling around Moro.
Moro extended his left index finger, slowly bringing it closer to the sparrow.
The sparrow became even more terrified, pecking continuously at Moro's left index finger.
However, Moro dodged every strike.
A few seconds later.
Moro withdrew the ability, released the sparrow, and then looked in the direction of the sirens.
He saw police cars speeding along the road in the distance.
Private vehicles quickly pulled over to yield the way.
Pedestrians on the street, seemingly unaccustomed to such a display, all looked on.
Moro quickly withdrew his gaze, then looked at the now-distant sparrow, and continued to run frantically in the opposite direction.
His astonishing running speed immediately drew gasps from the surrounding pedestrians.
However, Moro paid no attention to them, focused only on quickly getting away from the center of the storm to avoid any further complications.
Much later, as Moro was running with his head down, he suddenly heard even more intense shouts of alarm from behind.
"Hmm?"
Moro was instantly alerted.
He quickly looked back, and his pupils contracted.
What greeted his eyes was a red Spider-Man swinging rapidly through the air...
No, it was Hisoka!
In the air, a pink thread of Nen was flung, latching onto the top of the traffic light at the intersection.
At the other end of the pink Nen thread was Hisoka, whose entire body emanated a hungry killing intent, looking as though he had donned the face of an oni.
As the pink Nen thread rapidly retracted, Hisoka swung over the traffic light at an extremely fast speed.
From high above, he flew directly toward Moro's location.
Almost everyone on the road and even the pedestrian street noticed Hisoka.
They could not clearly see Hisoka's distorted, terrifying face, but they could feel a chilling, evil aura emanating from his high-speed figure.
It coiled around their necks like a venomous snake, causing them to feel suffocated with just a glance.
If it weren't for the fact that Hisoka's eyes didn't even acknowledge their presence.
That extreme killing intent, amplified by his aura, was entirely capable of destroying their consciousness at a distance of tens of meters.
The police cars that were speeding down the road noticed Hisoka in the distance, immediately braked hard to a stop, and instantly turned around.
But Hisoka paid no mind to the police cars' reaction.
His eyes were fixed solely on Moro.
"The killing intent hasn't completely faded. I understand... That satisfying afterglow still lingers in your aura."
Retracting the pink Nen thread high in the air and utilizing the astonishing rebound force, Hisoka launched himself like an arrow from a bow, shooting down from above toward Moro, who was only a few hundred meters away.
Boom.
The arrow-like figure struck the ground.
The accompanying impact force shattered a large area of paving stones.
Fragments scattered, and a small amount of dust rose.
Hisoka's figure burst through the newly risen dust.
In the slits of his narrowed eyes, his golden pupils trembled back and forth.
Dozens of meters ahead.
Hearing the sound of Hisoka landing, Moro immediately abandoned his attempt to flee.
In a bustling city, trying to shake off the pursuit of Spider-Man Hisoka through a long-distance sprint was simply an impossible task.
Moro therefore simply stopped, turned around, and looked at Hisoka, who was radiating a terrifying aura.
From that aura, he could clearly perceive the complex emotions contained within it, such as madness, hunger, and killing intent.
Coupled with Hisoka's demon-like appearance at the moment, this was probably the most unclean thing Moro had encountered since coming to this world.
"He's fast. Is this guy part dog... And this aura is definitely over Lv. 60..."
Looking at Hisoka's turbulent Nen, which seemed about to tear free from his body, Moro immediately made what he believed to be an absolutely correct assessment in his mind.
Without the opportunistic kill... no, without the right combination of timing, location, and people, it would be absolutely impossible for him to defeat Hisoka in his extremely bloodthirsty state with his current strength.
"Can I help you?"
Moro opened his Nen pores, allowing the maximum extent of his Nen to flow around his body.
As he spoke, the Nen concentrated in his right hand immediately took on a sharp form.
Hisoka's eyes and the corners of his mouth stretched toward each other, making his expression look even more savage.
He slowly glanced at the undisguised Nen on Moro's right hand, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"An Emitter, I see..."
(End of this Chapter)
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