I'm Really Not A Nen Exorcist (HxH Fanfic)

Undisguised desire to eat...

This was the information Netero gleaned from the King's Aura.

What Netero hadn't expected was that the King could suppress his rising desire and refrain from taking the opportunity to ambush him from behind.

If driven purely by biological instinct, the King would have immediately bared his fangs and claws to tear into his prey's flesh.

But the King didn't do that.

Was it pride, or disdain?

There was no way to know.

The 100-Type Guanyin's palm strikes continued, but Netero had to divide his attention to monitor the King's presence, as well as...

The two Royal Guards following closely behind the King!

'The situation couldn't be worse than it is now.'

Netero's heart grew heavy.

Fortunately, Youpi, who was being suppressed by the 100-Type Guanyin, is a power-type monster and didn't pose much of a threat to Netero in terms of offense.

But-

Youpi's offensive and defensive capabilities were even stronger than Pitou, whom Netero had faced before.

Netero could feel this deeply during the battle.

"Could this be my final battle..."

Standing atop the lotus throne of the Guanyin, Netero lowered his gaze and clasped his hands together in a half-prayer gesture.

The majestic and solemn 100-Type Guanyin stood behind Netero, and the multiple golden arms on both sides drew streaks of light as they pinned Youpi firmly to the ground.

Faced with the threat from the King and the three Royal Guards, Netero could already smell the scent of death.

Only by fighting personally could one understand that the individual danger level of the Chimera Ants was no less than the biological danger level brought about by their feeding and mating abilities.

Nen Abilities...

Embedded into the Chimera Ant system through human genes, it was truly disastrous.

But Netero then noticed-

Both the Royal Guards and the newly born Ant King displayed a certain degree of humanity.

For him, this might be an advantage he could exploit.

As his thoughts raced, Netero suddenly dismissed the 100-Type Guanyin.

Without the suppression of 100-Type Guanyin's palm strikes, Youpi immediately regained his freedom, and then driven by overwhelming rage, his crimson body swelled several times in size.

Along with it, his Aura surged dramatically.

At this moment, Youpi was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, a pure embodiment of anger.

Under normal circumstances, no one should have been able to stop Youpi from unleashing his fury.

However-

The King's emotionless voice came from behind.

"Stand back."

With just a brief command, Youpi, who was on the verge of being consumed by rage, suddenly calmed down.

No,

To be more precise, he was forcibly suppressing the anger that had nowhere to go.

"Yes!"

Even though he was nearly driven mad by the unrelenting fury in his heart, Youpi didn't hesitate to obey the King's command. He then took large steps backward, allowing the King to take the forefront.

Pitou and Pouf also stood behind the King.

Although they knew that if they joined forces to deal with Netero, they could easily end this battle...

They will not disobey the orders of the King, nor will they attempt to sway his will.

The King looked at Netero, who was slowly descending from the air. His demeanor and the Aura he emitted made it clear that he was ready to hunt.

Netero also looked at the King. His face, which is weathered by time, showed an extremely rare expression of caution.

Although the gamble paid off...

The outcome might not change.

What he can do-

Is to pour out every ounce of his strength!

Netero faced the King and slowly put his hands together.

The King's gaze was attracted by Netero's seemingly slow hand gesture.

In the next instant,

A dazzling golden light appeared in the King's eyes. Before he could react, the 100-Type Guanyin's palm strike descended, slamming heavily onto the back of his neck.

Boom!

The massive golden palm, carrying an overwhelming force, smashed the King into the ground.

"King…"

"King!"

The three Royal Guards, who were watching from the sidelines, despite their absolute confidence in the Ant King's strength, couldn't help but feel a flicker of concern due to the loyalty deeply ingrained in their souls.

In fact, they had no reason to worry.

The 100-Type Guanyin retracted its palm, revealing a diamond-shaped crater in the ground, with the King lying at its center.

Netero stared intently at the King in the crater.

After confirming that the King intended to face him one-on-one, he naturally wanted to test the King's strength with this strike.

"Huh?"

Netero's brow twitched as he saw the Ant King stand up from the crater, completely unharmed.

'The attacks of the 100-Type Guanyin could hardly harm these monsters.'

'This was very troublesome...'

Netero's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and without giving the King any chance to fight back, he brought his palms together again.

[100-Type Guanyin: Ninety-Ninth Hand]

Buddhist chants seemed to be echoing above the vast ground. The 100-Type Guanyin's multiple arms moved in a blur, unleashing a barrage of golden palm strikes from every angle toward the King.

The King looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes before they were filled with the incoming golden light.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was no chance to counter or defend at all. The palm strikes, which is faster than sensory perception, rained down on the King like a sudden torrential rain.

It's so dense that there's no escape.

But a torrential rain couldn't kill...

At this moment,

The King, who was under attack, felt no harm whatsoever.

However...

The newly born King was deeply intrigued by the existence of the Hundred-Type Guanyin.

But this interest came and went quickly.

Because,

The King, who had endured hundreds of palm strikes in a short period of time, 'saw' a reality that was extremely cruel for Netero.

The only thing Netero could surpass the King in was the 100-Type Guanyin, which represented the pinnacle of technique.

That is to say, the only thing that could pose a threat to the King was the 100-Type Guanyin.

But based on this premise, if 100-Type Guanyin cannot cause substantial damage to the King, then it was nothing to be concerned about.

Based on this judgment, the King lost interest in Netero's 100-Type Guanyin.

In the face of absolute power, even the most refined techniques were meaningless.

The King's eyes suddenly turned ferocious.

In his view, this seemingly frail old man might become the most delicious meal he had tasted since coming into this world.

…

On the other side.

Moses, who had emerged from the nest, didn't rush directly into the battlefield. Instead, he sent a shadow clone ahead.

As for his real body, he created another shadow clone in a relatively quiet part of the forest.

[Countdown – Modified]

Moses stretched out his hand and placed it on the shadow clone's chest, then he used the skill reward he got from killing the Bomber, Genthru.

With the surge of Aura, a sticky bomb was conjured on the shadow clone's chest.

However, Moses didn't remove his hand, and instead continued to channel his Aura into the bomb.

As the Aura continued to flow, the bright red numbers on the bomb's display began to rapidly change...