'From this moment on, I will make the world feel pain!'
Ripples appeared in his clear eyes, circle after circle.
The Rinnegan appeared!
Sean freed his left hand, aimed his palm at Netero, and pushed gently.
Netero's pupils constricted abruptly!
His ponytail flew upwards. He felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed airship. With a loud boom , he was blasted away!
He smashed through an unknown number of trees along the way, his feet plowing the ground like a tiller, carving out a trench a thousand meters long before vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant.
"Whoa!" Gon stood on tiptoes to look. His small head was filled with shock as he cried out, "Uncle has such great strength!"
Beside him, Kurapika and Leorio turned their stiff necks, exchanged glances, and looked at each other in dismay. It seemed that "great" was no longer enough to describe this!
To slap someone a thousand meters away—was this a power a human could possess?!
The three young ones, whose micropyles were not yet open, only saw the surface. They didn't notice that this seemingly ordinary palm strike contained much more than just brute force!
"Ohohoho. The Rinnegan? This must be... that 'Shinra Tensei'."
That guy Ben An really can materialize the skills and items from the manga he draws. It's confirmed!
A sharp glint erupted in Hisoka's narrowed eyes. He turned his head to glance at Satotz, Buhara, and Menchi. The examiners wore serious expressions, their gazes locked tight on the battle, looking far less arrogant than when they were "doing things difficult" for the candidates.
Fortunately, the strongest human was indeed tough enough. Netero had long since mastered the four major principles of Nen—Ten, Zetsu, Ren, and Hatsu—to perfection. Just like when he dealt with Sean's sword slash earlier.
The moment he noticed Sean's pupils change, alarms rank in Netero's heart. He immediately activated Ko, combining the four principles with Gyo to coat his internal organs in a thick layer of Nen armor, prioritizing defense. Only then did he avoid being crushed into meat paste by the Shinra Tensei!
But... the Chairman had obviously underestimated... the repulsive force of Shinra Tensei.
In the past, a single strike from Pain could knock away the Nine-Tails. Even though Netero defended himself well, he couldn't remain completely unscathed.
He lay wretchedly in the deep pit carved out by Sean's palm for a good while before bracing his knees to climb out, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"Hohoho. That had a kick to it. I suppose I can't help but get serious now!"
Watching and facing it directly were two completely different things. Netero could now vaguely understand how Silva felt when he was grabbed in the palm of Susanoo all those years ago!
That brat showed no mercy when he attacked and had absolutely no intention of going easy on an old man. Since that was the case, he wouldn't hold back either.
Noticing the subtle change in Netero's aura...
Inside the Hunter Association Chairman's office.
Maha sneered and cursed, "What is that old brat pretending for? I think you have no choice but to get serious."
The television hanging on the wall showed some snowy static due to the earlier tremors; a phenomenon caused when the camera couldn't capture parts of the image.
The old man half-reclined on the sofa, signaling Beans to stop pounding his legs and massaging his shoulders instead. His gaze was locked on the TV, watching the constant ripples in Sean's Rinnegan. His eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Knowing and seeing were two different feelings. Throughout Maha's life, he had never really seen Netero beaten like this by anyone. And this was only Shinra Tensei; Chibaku Tensei was still waiting in the wings.
Talking about getting serious—what rubbish. If he didn't get serious, he would really be beaten to death by that brat Sean!
"Damn it. Looking at it this way, a year from now, this old man will have to explode with power right from the start. I must try to defeat this kid before he can even react. I have to beat him into submission immediately. Otherwise, if I try to probe him like today... Possessing all the ninjutsu from Potclean Naruto and half the skills from Pirate King , he is essentially an offensive kaleidoscope. I definitely can't afford to play around..."
As they say, ginger gets grocer as it gets older. But the theory of honing oneself through years of daily training didn't apply to Sean at all. That young man's heart moved with his will; he could become stronger just by drawing. This kind of Specialist Nen ability was simply despair-inducing!
Whoosh! Another basic attack flew towards Netero's face.
The Kusanagi Sword cut through the sky, drawing a thin silver line. Carrying a hundredfold sharpness and unmatched momentum, it slashed down.
The smile vanished. Netero's aura changed abruptly. Those eyes, filled with the traces of time, looked at Sean without joy or sorrow. He extended a palm and slowly held it upright in front of his chest!
Sean's heart tightened. He clearly sensed the opponent's movement was extremely slow, yet he inexplicably felt as if Netero had been holding this pose for a long, long time. So long that it could be traced back ninety years to the day he achieved martial arts perfection—the day Netero's master was defeated and became his student instead.
According to his master, the "Guanyin" he saw in that palm... was now formally revealed before Sean.
Dong. It sounded like a great bell being struck. A golden halo slowly emerged from behind Netero. It was a majestic and solemn statue of Guanyin. It possessed one hundred arms and one hundred hands, each holding a lotus seal. The moment it appeared, it radiated a soft golden light in all directions.
Guanyin left home, heart set on Buddha. Dissolving disasters and difficulties, saving all living beings.
When the candidates were illuminated by the golden light, whether they were currently happy, sad, shocked, or angry... all their emotions were washed away.
Even the faces of the most vicious among them softened.
Except for a certain pervert!
"Ohohoho. Magnificent. Truly astonishing."
'I seem to have seen something incredible. Attack and defense in one, completely flawless. It's simply... couldn't be better!'
Hisoka cried out "Oh," stretched his neck, opened his arms, extended his fingernails, and dug them fiercely into his own thigh!
Nails sharp as knives sank into flesh, drawing a spray of fresh blood. The pain brought clarity and joy.
Mentally insufficient fortitude led to this.
'Why don't you consider doing it in one step and just 'marry' Netero?'
Illumi glanced at Hisoka. Expressionless, he produced a Nen needle and stabbed his own thigh, using the pain to break free from Netero's influence!
That's right, it was controlled. Satotz pinched Buhara, and Buhara slapped Satotz in return. The two shook their heads and covered their eyes with their hands to avoid the golden light, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
"I didn't expect Sean Zoldyck to force the Chairman to use his Nen ability. Are all the Zoldycks this abnormal?"
Buhara looked at Sean in shock. The young man raised a handsome eyebrow. Not only was he undisturbed by the golden light, but he became even more excited. The Kusanagi Sword in his hand didn't hesitate; without the slightest stagnation, he slashed when he needed to slash, not retreating a single step!
"It's not just Sean Zoldyck who is abnormal," Satotz struggled to spare a glance for Killua and Gittarackur nearby. As Sean's brothers, their expressions of shock were no different from the others, they just hid it better.
This also proved indirectly—Sean Zoldyck, the eldest young master of the Zoldyck family, had hidden himself deeply. Or perhaps, his level was too high, completely out of reach for some of the other juniors in the Zoldyck family.
This was truly terrifying.
"Hehe, 100-Type Guanyin? Old man, did you know there is also a Thousand-Hand Guanyin in this world?"
Clang! Sean slashed at Netero, smiling. He wasn't surprised in the slightest when a Guanyin palm, extended just in time, blocked his path!
Boom! The green slash and the Bodhisattva's golden light collided violently!
A monstrous wave of air formed, centered on Sean and Netero, and swept out towards the surroundings!
Crack! The mountain forest shivered, cowering motionless, but the trees suffered, uprooted by the airwave and tossed into the sky!
"Holy crap! Is that even human?" Cries of alarm and screams exploded—
Gon shouted "Wah," his innocent eyes widening as he watched the two stalemated figures in the field. Deep within his black and white pupils, a light of worship flickered!
"Hey, hey. Seriously?" Beside him, Leorio pushed up the sunglasses on his nose. He felt like he wasn't watching a spar, but a special effects movie, so exaggerated he couldn't tell reality from fiction.
"The first time!" At this moment, Kurapika said in a deep voice, "This is the first time I've seen someone able to stand as an equal to Teacher Ben An!"
One could only say... worthy of the strongest human. The reputation was well-deserved!
"Cough, cough. Shouldn't the focus be on my brother?" A certain white-haired brat puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Even my brother can handle him. What strongest human? Just so-so."
But... "Don't you hate Uncle?" Gon looked at Killua suspiciously. That face full of shared glory didn't look like hate at all.
"Shut up!" 'Is this damn kid specifically trying to annoy me?'
Killua gritted his teeth and glared at Gon. Unexpectedly, a fierce wave of air hit them, blowing him and Gon away directly!
"Hohoho. Thousand-Hand Guanyin?" Netero looked at Sean's Rinnegan up close and chuckled, "Kid, do you think my hundred arms can't deal with you?"
"I didn't say that, but someone thinks your hundred arms are a bit few. Right, Mr. Hashirama?"
"Hahaha. That's right. How is a hundred enough to look at? A thousand is more like it!" A familiar white light flooded into Sean's brow, extending from his consciousness space. A figure appeared dashingly beside Sean, staring at Netero with burning eyes, and grinned at Sean: "How about we broaden his horizons?"
"Then let's broaden his horizons." Sean narrowed his eyes, put away the Kusanagi Sword, formed hand seals rapidly with both hands, and said faintly:
"Come forth, True Several Thousand Hands!"