Chapter 22

Getting the "Field of Vision Sharing" ability was within Moyou's expectations.

As for further ability expansion...

Moyou was not in a hurry and felt confident.

Just by setting up the "Shared Pain" constraint, he could obtain the "Field of Vision Sharing" ability as desired.

In the future, if he wanted to strengthen the comprehensive ability of "Soul Resonance," setting up a "Shared Damage" constraint was also not out of the question.

However, compared to the "Shared Damage" constraint, Moyou was more willing to accept constraints such as "Double Stamina Consumption," "Double Mental Power Consumption," and "Lifespan Consumption."

He could even establish a mechanism of "Unlimited Pain" on top of "Shared Pain."

But before there was a need, Moyou was not in a rush to expand more abilities; consolidating the foundation of the "Four Great Practices" was more important.

*Punch, punch...*

Inside the room, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoed.

Moyou was using some basic physical techniques taught by Lai to attack the shadow person.

Every punch, every kick.

The "pain" generated was all accurately fed back to Moyou.

Moyou frowned but did not hesitate to punch, while the shadow person stood like a wooden stake, remaining in place to receive the attacks.

If it weren't for Kido staying in the guest room on the other side of the courtyard, Moyou would have made more noise.

But in fact, Kido was not in the guest room at the moment.

In the dark, noisy forest, the sound of insects came from all directions.

Kido picked up her phone and answered Hawk's call.

"Did you see Moyou?"

Hawk's voice came from the phone.

Compared to last night's listless state, Hawk's voice now sounded much stronger.

It seemed that his condition had improved throughout the day.

"I saw him, and he is very satisfactory in every aspect, especially in appearance."

Kido looked ahead, and while talking, she casually threw out thin and fragile mental threads, hanging them between the shrubs and trees.

"Appearance?"

Hawk's tone revealed confusion: "From what I know about you, you're not the type to include 'appearance' in your evaluation criteria, right?"

"Oh, I won't deny that..."

Kido gave a cold laugh and said, "But seeing that Moyou doesn't look like you at all, I can't help but be satisfied."

"This..."

Hawk on the other end of the phone was speechless, as if his throat had been choked.

This didn't sound right at all.

Kido could imagine Hawk's reaction and asked calmly, "You wouldn't just call at this time to ask about this, right?"

"Of course not."

Hawk asked seriously, "How far has Moyou's 'Nen' progressed now?"

"..."

Kido fell silent for a couple of seconds before slowly saying, "Judging by my own eyes, his 'Ten' feels like he has been practicing for more than half a year."

"Progressed so fast?!"

Hawk's tone was not one of surprise or pride, but of fear, "He has only awakened his 'Nen' for less than half a month!"

"Yes, so you were right before. Moyou indeed has extraordinary talent. In my teaching experience, I have met many talented juniors, but compared to Moyou, the gap is very obvious."

While walking slowly in the forest, Kido regularly threw down mental threads.

Faced with such a high evaluation from a two-star professional hunter, Hawk could not feel happy at all.

"We can't let Moyou continue. If we fail... and the cost of 'Nen' as sustenance is transferred to Moyou, he might wither instantly..."

"Hawk, I don't agree with your judgment."

Kido understood the "cost power," but her view differed from Hawk's.

"The intensity of the cost returned by that 'Scale' is indeed proportional to the host's 'Nen' strength, but don't forget that 'Nen' is the only thing that can protect Moyou in this situation. Besides..."

At this point, Kido's tone became increasingly cold.

"You, who only cause trouble, don't mention the word 'failure' to me, even if you add 'if' before it."

"I..."

Hawk's confidence was clearly lacking, evident from his weakened voice: "Acting on my own was my mistake, but you can rest assured. I did a lot of preparation before acting, so I won't..."

"Hawk."

Kido interrupted Hawk with a stern tone, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"Can you not be so optimistic? Not to mention that you can't use the 'Rat Treasure' ability now, even if you could, have you forgotten your 'ability constraints'? In terms of comprehensive combat ability, giving you an E-grade would be generous! If your reckless actions attract the 'Old Seirei Team,' we might not even have the strength left to deal with the 'cost'!"

"..."

Hawk was speechless.

Indeed, as Kido said, his 'Rat Treasure' was in a state where it could not be used to assist in suppressing that 'Scale.'

Under this premise, he still had to bear the 'constraints' set when he created the 'Rat Treasure,' making his combat ability far from reassuring.

"I'm sorry."

Hawk bowed his head in apology and said cautiously, "Fortunately, we still have you."

"You idiot..."

Kido gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not the type who excels in combat. Knowing this, don't expect me to solve all your thorny problems for you."

"..."

Hawk was once again speechless.

Yes, Kido was a professional hunter who valued 'practicality' and had first-class talent. All the 'Nen' abilities she had developed so far perfectly embodied practicality.

But the problem lay in this 'practicality' style.

Due to her profession—

Kido's practical 'Nen' abilities were mostly aimed at 'non-combat fields.'

In other words, Kido herself was not good at combat.

If the Old Seirei Team found them...

The combat power that he and Kido could exert would be nothing but terrible.

Seeing that the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time, Kido was trying to calm down.

This matter had put a lot of pressure on her, but she usually wouldn't show it.

But because of Hawk's optimism, she couldn't help it.

But after venting, she felt that getting angry because of Hawk was a terrible experience.

Kido took a deep breath and said coldly, "The exorcist I contacted will probably come in three days. You should worry more about the payment now."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

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Late at night, on a rooftop somewhere.

A tall, slender man in a black suit stood by the railing, the cigarette in his mouth being quickly consumed by the strong wind.

"Ding."

The phone in his hand buzzed with a message notification.

The man picked up his phone, and a text message caught his eye.

"Jackpot."

Looking at the message, the man squinted and smiled, about to take a deep puff of the cigarette—

only to find that it was already burned out.

The noisy wind...

The man felt melancholic.

"You said you don't need to act cool, right?"

Behind him, a disdainful female voice sounded.