In front of the mountain of garbage, a fair-skinned, black-haired boy dressed in coarse linen stood facing Feitan from a distance.
The boy, of course, was Ian.
Hearing Feitan’s words, a smile appeared on his face as he spoke.
“Don’t misunderstand.
I just couldn’t suppress my inner joy at seeing someone with such a natural talent for Nen…” “Ian, are you going to fight?” “Hey, Ian, I told you that as long as I’m alive, I won’t let anyone hurt you!” Beside Ian, Uvogin scanned the people present and looked at him earnestly, shouting his declaration.
Machi also walked up to Ian’s side.
Although she didn’t say a word, her guarded stance spoke volumes.
Ian felt deeply gratified by his friends’ concern, but he couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly.
“I might not be the strongest, but you guys shouldn’t treat me like some endangered species.” “But…” Although the group didn’t say it out loud, their expressions showed a unanimous sense of worry.
After all, they had never seen Ian fight before.
Even though Ian had taught them about Aura and possessed all sorts of magical gadgets, their habitual thinking still defaulted to the most primal form of violent combat.
They were terrified that Ian would get hurt in a fight.
“Besides, his goal is very clear…” “As the one who initiated the proposal to leave Meteor City, I don’t want to be seen as a cowardly weakling.
If that happens, no amount of smooth talking will be able to cover up my lack of action!” Ian looked at the group.
Machi, Uvogin, and the others fell silent.
They understood that they couldn’t stop Ian’s decision.
“Hmph, you’ve got some backbone, at least.
I won’t hide it from you—I have indeed mastered the power of this Nen you all keep talking about…” Not far away, Feitan raised his arm and slightly clenched his fist.
Feeling the surge of power in his hand, a look of infatuation with his own strength appeared on his face as he sneered.
“Let’s get one thing straight.
I won’t be showing any mercy in this fight!” Ian remained noncommittal to his words, simply smiling.
“I haven’t sunk so low as to beg an opponent for mercy…” Ian slowly stepped forward, speaking calmly as he walked.
“If you can, just come at me with everything you’ve got…” “While I don’t have much combat experience, I still know a thing or two about battles between Nen users…” As his words faded.
Whether it was Chrollo’s side or Uvogin’s group, everyone’s eyes were now nervously fixed on the two confronting each other.
“Hmph!
I hope you can keep up that calm attitude when I knock your teeth out!” Feitan sneered, then slightly bent his knees.
“Bang!” In an instant, a massive burst of power erupted from the soles of his feet, kicking up a cloud of dust from the ground beneath him.
A distance of nearly thirty meters.
He closed it in the blink of an eye!
A dark blur flashed by, and immediately after, Feitan’s lean yet powerful body appeared right in front of Ian.
His expression was cold and stern as he threw a fierce right punch, aiming straight for Ian’s face!
There was even a brief whistling sound as his fist tore through the air.
“Ian!” Uvogin, Machi, and the others cried out in alarm.
Even they hadn’t expected Feitan to unleash such incredible speed, making him almost impossible to track with the naked eye.
They were all terrified that Ian wouldn’t be able to withstand this straightforward opening strike!
Meanwhile, standing in the center of the clash, Ian was indeed a bit surprised.
‘Such incredible speed!’ ‘As expected of Feitan.
He hasn’t even mastered Aura for long, yet he can already use it so proficiently in combat.’ ‘Just the speed enhancement from his Aura alone has probably boosted him to more than five times that of a normal person.’ ‘However…’ Ian had absolute confidence in his total Aura capacity.
Since arriving in this world, even though he only used Ten and hadn’t yet learned Ryu to distribute his Aura.
The Ten formed by his current Actual Aura Output was more than enough to block most attacks.
It was just like how Isaac Netero’s 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva continuously struck the Ant King at speeds surpassing the material world, yet still failed to deal any fatal damage.
All of this stemmed from the Ant King Meruem’s Actual Aura Output, which was dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary Nen user.
Although the bizarre and diverse abilities of Nen users were what they relied on to fight above their weight class.
When the difference in Aura capacity exceeded tenfold, the gap between the two became an almost insurmountable chasm.
It wasn’t something that could be easily overcome with mere skill and willpower…
Unless it was someone with outstanding talent like Gon.
Using the power of Vows and Limitations, paying an incredibly heavy price just to temporarily exchange for the physique and Aura capacity of his future self, forged through countless trials.
At this very moment.
As Feitan swung his fist heavily toward Ian, under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
Ian’s eyes flickered slightly.
He raised his hand in front of him, not dodging, but swiftly adopting a defensive stance.
“Thud!” The heavy punch landed viciously on Ian’s forearm.
But in the next second.
The corners of Ian’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up slightly.
Just as he had thought, his Aura capacity was enough to guarantee his safety.
Feitan, who was just inches away from him, revealed a faint look of astonishment.
The sensation transmitted from his fist made his expression turn somewhat ugly.
‘Damn it!’ ‘Is this guy made of stone?’ At this moment, Feitan felt as if he had punched a solid rock, unable to find the slightest opportunity to shake his opponent.
However, Feitan’s combat experience was rich after all.
In a flash!
He quickly changed his attack, sharply hooking the tip of his right foot upward.
Using his left leg as a pivot, he spun with explosive force.
As he pulled back his fist, his hooked right foot acted like a dagger, stabbing viciously toward Ian’s temple!
Everything happened in a split second; the onlookers didn’t even have time to react.
Even Ian, who had just blocked the previous attack, was somewhat startled by the relentless assault!
‘The distance is too close!’ Ian’s eyes narrowed!
“Bam!” He swung his elbow like a blade, smashing it heavily downward and colliding fiercely with the tip of Feitan’s foot!
With a dull, heavy thud, both of them took a step back.
Feitan remained expressionless, imperceptibly twisting his toes.
That momentary collision had left his foot numb!
“You bastard!” In the distance, Uvogin was furious.
Seeing that the opponent was actually striking to kill, he wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat Feitan to a pulp!
“Stop, Uvogin!” However, right at that moment, Ian’s calm voice rang out across the field.
Ian rubbed his elbow joint, his expression serene.
“It’s fine…
The battle has only just begun…” His heart remained completely tranquil.
The opponent’s attacks just now had been incredibly dense, leaving him somewhat overwhelmed.
If he hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have almost fallen for the opponent’s trick.
It wasn’t until that heavy clash that he gradually confirmed the reality that he was indeed living in the Hunter world.
Surviving in the Hunter world meant that fighting and getting injured were destined to be unavoidable.
Gon, Hisoka, Killua—who among them hadn’t been beaten black and blue before…
Although he could gain many advantages and seize the initiative through his four-dimensional magical gadgets, he still couldn’t completely avoid the reality of combat.
Even though he had obtained Nen in this life.
Ian was also very aware that he didn’t have much combat experience.
His previous life was in a society governed by law.
Let alone the word “combat” being far removed from ordinary people.
Even just getting into a street fight was something many had probably forgotten how to do…
But here, battles where one could lose their life over a single disagreement were the norm.
If he couldn’t adapt, what awaited him would likely be elimination.
“A very nice combo, Feitan.
I have to admit, when it comes to combat, I still have a lot of experience to gain…” After evading Feitan’s attack, Ian quickly stepped back a few paces, his eyes locked onto his opponent as he spoke.
“Tch!” “You’re not too bad yourself.
I didn’t expect you to be so tough!” “Otherwise, I would have taken you down with that first strike!” Feitan sneered, his eyes filled only with the ruthless desire to continue fighting, and he continued coldly.
“However, daring to fight me without a shred of combat experience…
I don’t care how you brainwashed that idiot Uvogin, but with me, there’s no such thing as holding back!” In response, a smile blossomed on Ian’s face.
“You have a point.
Jumping straight into such an intense battle without having learned any combat techniques…
I suppose I was being too impulsive…” “Still, I’ve gained something from it.” “At the very least, I’ve realized how ridiculous it is to think I could master the essence of combat just by watching a few fighting videos.
I probably won’t make such a rookie mistake again in the future…” “So next, Feitan, let’s begin a true battle between Nen users…” The corners of Ian’s mouth slowly curled into a smile.
He slowly raised his left hand, as if summoning a suit-wearing robot doll out of thin air, while his right hand flipped a coin.
In the distance, for some unknown reason, seeing this scene caused a wave of panic to wash over Feitan’s heart.
‘Stop him…
I have to stop him!’ “Are you ready to play a wrestling game, Feitan?”