Chapter 76

"What's in that box?"

After leaving the hotel for a distance, Bodoro immediately stared at the black explosion-proof box, his eyes revealing intense curiosity.

He really couldn't figure out what else Allen, a hunter with a one-star license, could possibly need from the hands of the gangsters.

"Hehe, trust me, you don't want to know. Because what's inside is something you're least interested in, and it's extremely dangerous," Allen replied, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

"Oh? If you call it extremely dangerous, I want to take a look even more." Bodoro was not deterred; instead, his curiosity was piqued.

The characteristic of a power-type ability user is their single-mindedness. Once they become interested or curious about something, they won't easily give up until they figure it out.

"Sigh, alright, I'll let you take a look."

Allen clearly understood this, so he sighed slightly, found a secluded corner, and gently opened the box, revealing a rectangular solid the size of a large lunch box, with a device similar to a trigger mechanism on its surface.

When Bodoro saw this, his muscles instantly tensed, and he whispered in shock, "P... Poor Man's Rose?!!"

"Exactly! Poor Man's Rose! And this piece is dozens of times larger than a regular Rose. If it detonates, the flames and shock waves from the explosion alone could destroy an area of one to two hundred meters, not to mention the terrifying biochemical toxins that would follow," Allen explained solemnly.

He had always thought that "Poor Man's Rose" should be a small tactical nuclear bomb in terms of both size and explosive power.

Because on Earth, apart from nuclear weapons, no other bomb could release such astonishing energy in such a small volume.

But after investigating and learning about this world, he found that it was not as he had imagined.

" Poor Man's Rose" is just a simple chemical bomb, and its manufacturing process is extremely simple, unlike nuclear weapons, which require extremely complex and powerful industrial capabilities just for the extraction of raw materials.

However, some of the chemicals inside are unique to the Hunter world, so as long as one can obtain large quantities of these substances, thousands of "Roses" can be manufactured in a very short time.

The reason Allen wanted "Poor Man's Rose" was partly to test its power in the dungeons and partly to use it in conjunction with Kube's ability— "God's Left Hand and Devil's Right Hand"—to give himself an extra trump card.

"Truly a terrifying thing. I don't understand why you need such a dangerous bomb. Is there an enemy you can't handle with your strength that requires the use of a Rose?" Bodoro asked, puzzled.

Allen carefully took the Rose out of the box and placed it in his waist pouch, then shook his head with a meaningful smile: "No, you don't understand. There are many strong people in this world. Without mentioning others, just the speed of Netero's ability—Hundred Hands—do you know how fast it is?"

"How fast can it be?"

As soon as the topic turned to martial arts and combat, Bodoro immediately became excited.

"Beyond the limits of human eyes! From the activation of the ability to the attack, it takes no more than 0.01 seconds. In other words, it's an attack that cannot be dodged," Allen bluntly stated the most terrifying aspect of President Netero.

That's right!

An attack that cannot be dodged!

Even the "Cat Woman" Pitt, whose movement speed can exceed the speed of sound and whose ability— "Black Cat Dance"—takes only 0.1 seconds from activation to attack, cannot react in time.

As for the Ant King Meruem, he relied on his formidable defense and advanced prediction to finally find a weakness and complete a decisive counter-kill.

Therefore, to a certain extent, President Netero being called the strongest Nen user among humans is beyond dispute.

As the saying goes, there is no invincible martial arts in the world, except for speed.

Unless one has the incredible defense of the Ant King, most human Nen users would instantly turn into meat paste under the relentless bombardment of "Hundred Hands," with no chance of counter-attacking or escaping, a true instant kill.

Of course, the President is not without flaws.

Since all his Nen is used to enhance attack speed, the destructive power of "Hundred Hands" has never been particularly strong.

At least in terms of equal energy consumption, it has a significant gap compared to techniques like Gon's Rock-Paper-Scissors and Wobbling's Ultra Destruction Punch, which enhance their ultimate attack power through charging.

"From the activation of the ability to the attack, it takes no more than 0.01 seconds?" Bodoro's mouth opened wide in surprise.

As a martial artist, he knew all too well what such an attack speed meant—invincibility.

"Yes! Doesn't that sound terrifying? That old man has been the strongest Nen user among humans for decades, and no one has ever truly challenged his position. So don't be arrogant. This world is much broader and more dangerous than you can imagine. Strive to become stronger! Only when you are strong enough can you stand high and see the beautiful scenery that others cannot see."

Allen said this while throwing the empty black explosion-proof box into the trash can.

Without the Rose, the box was naturally useless.

"Stand high and enjoy the scenery that others cannot see? Understood! I will work twice as hard! For the pride and honor of a martial artist!" Bodoro clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

No need to ask; President Netero's invincible strength had severely stimulated his competitive spirit as a martial artist.

Seeing the mix of excitement, agitation, and determination on Bodoro's face, Allen immediately smiled in satisfaction and encouraged him: "Work hard! I look forward to your performance in this hunt. Remember, the Phantom Troupe is very different from the wanted criminals and Sky Arena floor masters we've encountered before. These guys are true desperados who treat their lives and deaths as a game from the moment they join. They don't care about others' lives or their own. This will be a battle filled with blood and death—either you kill them or they kill you, with no third outcome."

"Ha ha ha ha! In a way, I'm just like them. Since I've already died once, why fear dying again? Besides, I've already seen such an interesting Nen world. Even if I die, there's nothing to regret. Of course, the premise is that I die meaningfully." Bodoro grinned widely.

"Yes... Since I've already died once, what is there to fear?" Allen narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

One might think he was repeating the other's words, but in fact, he was also talking about himself.

In a way, Allen had also died once, and his fear of death was far less intense than most people's. He was also mentally prepared to die at the hands of an unknown enemy one day.

After all, in this world, no matter who you are or how strong you are, you always have two identities: hunter and prey.

No one can always be the hunter. When you hunt others, you naturally become the target of others' hunts.

It's cruel, but it's also fair.

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