An enemy who should have been tough to crack was swiftly resolved by Ging in just a few moves.
It was like strategizing against a ga boss… no matter how high the defense stats, finding the weakness and thod led to success.
This concept, integrated into Nen Abilities, ford a terrifying effect.
This was Ging's Nen Ability. It seed simple and clear, yet had extrely complex and diverse extended applications. He had only shown a shallow layer.
In this world, there are no perfect gas, nor perfect people.
Any ga inevitably has imbalances, minor bugs. Any human inevitably has flaws and strengths, things they're good at and not.
Ging's Nen involved rules and conditions, thoroughly aligning with the principles of Limitations and Vows. The more conditions and rules unfavorable to himself, the stronger the reflected effect.
His Nen had two playstyles: one for recreational, another for life-or-death.
The type he initiated against Jones was life-or-death, requiring eting certain conditions to forcibly draw the target into a rules-based ga.
He would first set one or more rules for the opponent. Based on the number and stringency of rules, a rule-based ga of varying difficulty targeting himself would be randomly matched.
In that match, Ging only set one rule for Jones. The feedback was Ging needing to abide by three disadvantageous active and passive rules.
The result was Jones failing to overco his habit of using his ability, violating the rule, and suffering death.
That thod of killing, bypassing powerful defense, was, in a sense, a manifestation of rigid rules, like an unviolable divine decree.
Notably, among the rule-based gas Ging had constructed so far, ranging from simple Nen Ball gas to even constructing dedicated Nen Space arenas, the variety was imnse, and Ging had never lost, whether in recreational or life-or-death.
He was an exceptionally talented Nen User, with observation and analytical skills considered top-tier.
Even when matched in areas he wasn't proficient in, he could win surprisingly, sotis even learning on the spot.
As Ging turned and left, it was also when Jones fell.
By the ti Ging walked a few hundred ters away, Kite had also dealt with the remaining Officer-level Chira Ant.
Compared to Jones's strength, these two Officer-level Chira Ants weren't on the sa level.
If Kite had faced Jones, it probably would have taken a while because Enhancent-type defense could be unreasonable at tis, let alone Jones's considerable Manifested Aura and physical strength.
The two walked side by side again, their figures disappearing into the wind and sand.
A day later, they arrived at East Gorteau's neighboring country… the nation of West Gorteau.
There, Law and Tonpa ca to et them. Morel, Knov, and Netero had other matters, so they weren't present.
"Slow enough."
Sitting in a shabby tavern, Law sighed softly.
Ging pretended not to hear, introducing Kite to Law while casually shifting bla onto Kite.
The gist: Because Kite was a Biologist Hunter, to have Kite help, they wasted a few days.
Regarding Ging's bla-shifting, Kite, as a disciple, dared not resist, silently bearing the bla.
"Anyway, that's the situation," Ging said seriously.
"I believe it."
Law rolled his eyes, waved for the waiter to bring a few beers, then said, "The King is born."
"How strong?" Ging's question went straight to the core.
Law thought for a mont. He initially wanted to say stronger than himself, but he felt if he faced the King, utilizing his Nen Ability's traits properly, he might not be at a disadvantage. So, at the last mont, he changed his words.
"Stronger than Netero."
He lowered his voice as if afraid Netero's keen ears might hear.
"Oh."
Ging raised his eyebrows, 'Although the Chairman's Aura Capacity was declining, he was a practical fighter. With seasoned experience complenting him, his combat ability couldn't be underestimated.'
After a mont of silence, Ging asked, "Where's the Chairman now?"
"In seclusion," Law replied.
Netero, aware of the enemy's strength, after reiterating the event's danger to V5, entrusted miscellaneous tasks to Morel and Knov. He alone found a place to enter seclusion, consolidating his essence, energy, and spirit, storing power.
"Is that so..."
Ging unconsciously pinched his chin, suddenly looking at Law. "Seems the Chairman is resolved."
Law said calmly, "Resolved or not, anyway, in the operation against the King, I don't want anyone to die."
Compared to the incoming large reinforcent team, the mbers actually facing the King and three Guards head-on weren't many. Besides himself, there were Netero, Morel, Knov, Tonpa, Ging, Kite… seven in total.
Regarding the matter Morel ntioned two days ago about his and Knov's disciples participating, Law rejected it, stating: insufficient strength.
To this reason, Morel and Knov didn't object. They had personally witnessed the King and three Royal Guards' aura. If the task was only containnt, they might manage sowhat.
But if their disciples ca, even for containnt, it would basically be sending them to their deaths.
This decision wasn't wrong because, in this extermination operation, there wasn't that chaleon Chira Ant with invisibility to assist.
Ging and Law's conversation was sothing Kite and Tonpa couldn't interject into, feeling a generation gap.
The waiter brought beers, placed them on the table, and left.
Ging took a big gulp of beer and asked, "So what's the Chairman's plan?"
Instead of answering, Law asked in return, "Have you ever seen Netero with blazing fighting spirit?"
Hearing this, Ging paused for quite a while, seemingly recalling and contemplating, then shook his head after a mont.
…
Hunter Association, Vice Chairman's Office.
Pariston sat at the desk, calmly staring at two landline phones on his right.
Several minutes later, one phone rang.
Pariston smiled slightly, picking up the receiver and placing it to his ear.
A middle-aged man's voice ca from the other end, skipping pleasantries, getting straight to the point. "Send the list of recomnded candidates."
Pariston smiled. "No problem. It'll be in your hands in two minutes."
"Understood. If there are changes, rember to inform promptly."
The middle-aged man hung up after speaking.
That voice sounded like the Examination Departnt's head who attended the eting.
After the call ended, Pariston slowly put down the receiver, stood up, and faxed a list.
That list contained information on reinforcents for the Chira Ant extermination operation. Eighty percent of the mbers were the Temp Hunters.
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