"I think this match... probably doesn't need a referee or anything, but it would be best to start with a countdown."
Moses stretched his limbs a little and made a trivial request.
Netero stroked his beard and nodded: "These are all minor matters. Do you have any other requirements?"
"If possible…"
Moses straightened his arms, then looked straight into Netero's eyes, and said with a smile: " Please, be sure not to hold back, and use your Nen Ability to fight directly. It doesn't matter even if you knock me down with just one blow."
For Moses to ask Netero to give his best in this match, considering the difference in strength between the two sides, is like a little kid asking a gangster to shoot them in the head.
But Moses knew that Netero would control the situation carefully.
"Hmm…"
Netero looked at Moses deeply.
He doesn't know when it started…
In battle, he was used to letting the enemy attack first.
Now, after hearing Moses's request, Netero felt a strange feeling in his heart.
'Little guy...'
'Then let's do as you wish.'
Netero nodded with a smile.
"No problem."
"Well, I have no other requests, so let's start directly."
Moses finished stretching, then released his Nen to cover his whole body, and looked at Netero intently.
Hearing this, Netero glanced at Bean outside the arena.
When Bean heard the conversation between Moses and Netero, he noticed Netero's signal at this time. Naturally, he understood what he meant, so he quickly walked into the venue, and took over the countdown task.
"5, 4…"
Bean counted in a soft tone.
Not far away, Cheadle and Fiona looked at the arena slightly nervously.
If it's only considering their age group, Moses is extremely outstanding in terms of both strength and combat intelligence.
However, no matter how outstanding Moses is in his age group, the person he has to face now is Netero, who has the reputation of being the strongest Nen User in the world.
This is simply an absolute crushing battle.
"3, 2…"
Bean continued to count down.
Cheadle slowly opened her eyes and stared at the situation in the arena, praying in her heart: 'Chairman, please don't go too far...'
Fiona was also focused on watching the situation in the arena.
She is curious about Moses's motive for making such a request to Netero.
From her point of view, she thinks this competition with great disparity in strength is meaningless.
Netero, who would undoubtedly crush his opponent in this match, wouldn't get any of the satisfaction from this match that was related to the feeling of victory.
Moses, who would undoubtedly be overwhelmed by his opponent in this match, wouldn't gain any experience or feelings from this match.
This fight would inevitably come to an end in an instant.
Fiona, who has a deep understanding of Netero's strength, was so convinced in her heart.
"1. Start!"
Bean finally finished the countdown.
In an instant—
Netero complied with Moses's request. Seemingly slow but extremely fast, he put his hands together, quickly conjuring the 100-Type Guanyin behind him.
The moment 100-Type Guanyin appeared, the attack was already launched.
First Hand!
In the glowing golden light, the right arm of 100-Type Guanyin swung out suddenly.
The broad palm turned into a golden light, from top to bottom, and fell with a vertical palm posture towards Moses.
"…"
Moses, however, did not hesitate to step forward before the golden light emerged, and his body shot forward like an arrow released from the string.
Throughout the entire action process, he always looked straight at Netero, as if he didn't see the 100-Type Guanyin or the broad palm coming down from above.
As a result—
100-Type Guanyin's First Hand hit the ground behind Moses.
Boom!
With a loud noise, a large diamond-shaped hole was formed on the specially-made floor of the arena.
100-Type Guanyin's First Hand missed in this way.
Outside the arena…
The changes in the battle in a short moment fell into Bean's eyes, and the only feeling he has is...
'Is it luck?'
He thought that Moses was a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of tigers, so he chose to take the initiative to attack at the moment the battle began and rushed straight towards Netero.
It was also because of this decision that Netero's First Hand, which was moving too fast to be caught by the naked eye, missed.
This is how Bean feel.
But Cheadle and Fiona didn't think so.
'Was it a prediction?'
'Or did he know it well?'
They could see that Moses was sure of how the First Hand of the 100-Type Guanyin would land.
That's why, at the moment the battle begins, he does not hesitate to gather his Aura in his lower body to increase his explosive power.
He was so confident that he didn't even focus his attention on 100-Type Guanyin.
If this is a prediction…
So, the result of guessing wrong would turn him into a flesh paste in an instant.
Cheadle and Fiona were still shocked and stared at the battle in the arena.
They realized…
This contest with great disparity in strength is no small matter.
Both players on the field were taking this match seriously.
"Hmm…"
Netero looked at Moses, who was coming straight towards him, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The phrase 'the spectators see the game better than the players' is not always true.
As the one taking action, Netero clearly felt...
This boy in front of him seemed to be very familiar with the First Hand of his 100-Types Guanyin.
'Did this old man ever demonstrate it in front of you...'
'Oh, it's in that Nen Space.'
'Interesting little guy.'
In the gap of compressed time, Netero's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.
Being able to think in such a dangerous and intense battle was a necessary ability for those who reached the ultimate in martial arts.
Instantaneous thought power.
That's right…
And masters like Netero will sublimate this explosive power of instant thinking to another level -
Listening to the heart through the fist!
In such a state, a strong fighter would have a contradictory sense of time in the fierce and fast-paced battle.
Clearly as fast as lightning, but also slow as if time was crawling.
Thus, in this gap of time, they could "listen" to some information that would only appear in battle from their opponent's body movements, eye movements, and flow of Nen.
With just one strike, Netero sensed some information from Moses's every movement.
He judged that Moses should have observed his 100-Type Guanyin in the Nen Space, and carefully memorized the order, posture, and angle of his 100-Type Guanyin.
Then, he used this as a basis to find a breakthrough.
'Have you accepted the fact of defeat from the beginning, but have never given up on the idea of 'victory'?'
'Even though this possibility is like a drop in the ocean...'
'Is this what you're thinking, little guy?'
'However-'
'It's still too early.'
'I'll be looking forward to your 'future'!'