Chapter 58

Practice, intense practice, and relentless, life-or-death training...

This is the simple and unadorned way to improve one's strength.

This is also what Moyou has been doing, moving straight ahead without ever slacking off.

However, there is another way to enhance one's strength.

That is—

The struggle between life and death!

On the tightrope where death looms at any moment, one can closely experience one's own shortcomings, thereby taking a new step forward.

This is also the reason why Moyou is restless.

Now, Bisiji has pointed out that there is a hostile Nen user outside, and Moyou can hardly contain himself, feeling a bit regretful at the same time.

If the "Mimicry and Shared Appearance" ability of "Soul Resonance" could be developed, perhaps this combat opportunity could be used to test its tactical value.

Despite the regret,

Moyou looked beyond the office, his eyes flickering with a faint light.

He did not want to miss this combat opportunity.

Or rather,

The "ten seconds" he experienced at the temple...

Have made him cherish every combat opportunity.

Bisiji observed Moyou's expression with interest.

I never thought...

That beneath the boy's gentle exterior, there lies a combative and warlike nature.

Realizing this, Bisiji's interest in Moyou grew even more intense.

At this moment,

The hour hand pointed to eleven.

Compared to the brightly lit commercial street on the other side, Yujin Street was already deserted.

At this time, including the Suibian Law Firm, most of the non-food shops on both sides of the street had already closed.

As the crowd dispersed, the night street became quite quiet.

Along the street, only the streetlights stood, emitting warmth.

In the light, a figure darted past.

The figure moved along the dark areas, slowly approaching the Suibian Law Firm.

Finally,

The figure stopped about fifty meters away from the Suibian Law Firm.

This figure was a man wearing a hat, tall and slender, with narrow eyes and thin lips, his expression revealing a lingering malevolence.

The man's name is Buck Arno, a professional who operates between mercenary and assassin, accepting only commissions related to killing.

"What a bunch of fools."

Buck's nose twitched as he carefully sniffed the faint scent in the air, then his eyes turned malevolent as he looked at the Suibian Law Firm not far away.

"Having already gained the upper hand, they could have easily eliminated the target by working together, but they insisted on vying for the glory..."

Buck stared intently at the law firm and said coldly, "Underestimating a professional hunter, it's only fitting that they die at the hands of that woman."

With that, Buck raised his arm, his right hand gripping a short knife with a blade that resembled a blooming flower or interlocking fangs, with an exaggerated appearance.

At first glance, it looked like a small mace.

However, from the multiple blades extending outward, it was勉强 still classified as a short knife.

"Now... it's more complicated."

Buck tightly gripped the short knife called Fangblade, even though he had already determined the target's position, he had no intention of advancing further toward the Suibian Law Firm.

He could confirm that the woman who had killed several of his colleagues was seriously injured, and in this situation, it would be easy to strike and succeed.

However—

Just by standing there, Buck vaguely sensed a lingering sense of danger.

This near-instinctive sense of danger dissuaded him from advancing directly, causing him to hesitate fifty meters away.

Careful planning ensures long-term success; he only acts when he is certain, and if he senses anything amiss, even a little, he will first observe.

This style of action, even if it is called cowardly, does not matter to Buck—

Buck does not care about others' opinions and has never thought of changing.

It is precisely because of this that when his colleagues were fighting individually, Buck chose to observe and wait.

This is why he is unharmed and has come here in the end.

According to the original plan, since he came here, he could enjoy the fruits of victory alone after his colleagues were all dead.

But the sudden, inexplicable sense of danger has clearly hindered his plans.

"Should I give up?"

Buck paused to think.

Abandoning a risky situation due to a vague sense of danger is the fundamental reason why Buck has survived countless killings.

"Hmm?"

Just as Buck was considering whether to give up, he suddenly became alert and threw the weapon in his hand.

Whoosh!

The Fangblade, with its interlocking blades, shot out like an arrow and embedded itself in the ground twenty meters away.

Beneath the blade, there was a shadow, different from the normal shadows, about the size of a manhole cover.

"Shadow?"

Buck focused his gaze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Such an extraordinary phenomenon can be attributed to Nen ability.

So—

Upon seeing the Fangblade pin down an independent shadow, Buck anticipated that a Nen user would attack him, instantly tensing up and becoming highly alert.

At this moment, Moyou, who had concealed his presence with "Absolute," launched an attack from a blind spot, kicking Buck's calf with all his might.

During the attack, his aura points reopened, and abundant Nen wrapped around his foot, enhancing its power.

If this kick were successful, it would certainly impair Buck's mobility, laying the foundation for a gradual victory.

However, Buck was mentally prepared and reacted immediately.

Hard clash!

He suddenly twisted his waist and kicked Moyou's neck with his leg.

Willing to suffer a severe injury to his calf in exchange for a decisive blow to the enemy.

This was a good trade.

But Moyou would not let Buck have his way. The moment he realized the attack had failed, he leaned back, changing the kick aimed at Buck's calf.

Whoosh—

In the sharp sound of the air being split,

Because Moyou leaned back, Buck's kick aimed at a vital point missed.

At the same time,

Moyou changed his kick to a thrust, striking Buck's knee.

Bang!

Using the thrust's recoil, Moyou maintained his backward lean, flying backward to create distance between himself and Buck.

At this moment—

A sharp blade of light flashed past Buck's side, skewering the ground where Moyou had been.

It was the oddly shaped short knife, the Fangblade, that Buck had thrown earlier.

"Tch."

Buck regretted the missed opportunity, raising his hand and pulling the string attached to the hilt of the Fangblade.

With his movement, the Fangblade embedded in the ground flew back to him.

Buck caught the flying Fangblade skillfully and glared at Moyou, who had retreated.

The seemingly hasty throw of his weapon had two purposes: one was the ability to instantly retrieve it, and the other was to create the illusion of temporarily losing his weapon, thereby luring the enemy to attack first.

Then wait for the opportunity to counter and deliver a fatal blow.

In the brief exchange, Buck's true killing move was to retrieve the flying Fangblade from a blind spot and strike the enemy with a single slash, ending the battle.

But it missed.

"That angle, he couldn't have seen the Fangblade's return, but this kid's level of defense was as if he had foreseen the attack... Is it the ability of that shadow?"

Buck stared at Moyou, silently speculating in his mind: "It seems to be a surveillance function, capable of real-time transmission of images."

In the shadows,

Bisiji quietly observed the battle.

"The enemy's level..."