Hisoka was exactly that kind of person.
The mont he saw soone who could bring him a sense of surprise, he beca interested.
Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Illumi, Ron, Chrollo...
Hisoka's actions were driven entirely by this kind of curiosity. Nearly everything he did was to chase that feeling of surprise—sothing he sought to experience through combat.
The strength and abilities displayed by the white-haired youth matched Hisoka's tastes perfectly.
"Interesting ability."
"To be able to fight Chrollo to that extent... that's impressive strength."
"Getting to fight this guy would be a great experience."
"Hopefully, I'll get the chance."
Hisoka stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Ron, watching through binoculars, raised an eyebrow.
"If I wasn't seeing things just now, that guy pulled out his own bones?"
"Used them as weapons?"
"But after pulling them out, his body imdiately grew replacents."
The scene made Ron think of soone.
In the world of Naruto, there was a person nad Kimimaro. Incredibly powerful, but ultimately died a tragic death. He held the advantage in fights against Naruto, Rock Lee, and Gaara, yet lost due to his own bloodline limit.
Kimimaro's life was defined by his Shikotsumyaku. It made him strong—so strong that Orochimaru took interest—but it was also what destroyed him. Without it, he would've died early in the civil unrest of Kirigakure, long before anyone cared. But with it, he lived long enough to beco powerful, only to be consud by it.
That power was both his blessing and his curse.
The unlimited proliferation of bone drained his life force at a staggering rate.
"I wonder if this test subject will have smilier side effects," Ron murmured, eyes sweeping across the battlefield.
"These guys are clearly stronger than the Six Herd I fought back then."
"But they're also fundantally different."
"The Six Herd were natural Nen users."
"This biological experint squad... they're all products of pure human experintations."
"Still, being able to create such powerful test subjects through bio-experints—even if it takes imnse resources and the success rate is low…"
"These few might be one in ten thousand."
"But this proves Oster's experint was a success."
It reminded Ron of Resident Evil.
Umbrella Corporation didn't originally set out to create zombies. Their true goal was the developnt of bioweapons—and a biological revolution in humanity.
Normal humans were simply too weak.
They extracted the Progenitor Virus from the Stairway to the Sun. Building on that, they developed the T-virus and G-virus branches.
Countless problems arose in the process. But the mont the Tyrant was created, it proved the T-virus had value.
Translating that into this world—if Oster's research were acquired by another human, there was little chance they'd bury it.
They would use it.
From the perspective of humanity's elite, this was a successful experint.
As for the countless failed and discarded test subjects—no one cared about them.
"The bio-squad's strength is undeniable."
"But I'm not the sa as I was back then."
"When I fought the Six Herd, I was an A-rank Nen user."
"I still am—but my total strength is sothing else entirely."
First, Ron had fully mastered the Conjured Sphere. And he had one nen weapon specifically for long-range fighting.
Second, the manga platform had boosted the popularity of Baki and Bungou Stray Dogs, which raised the power level of Natsu and Sasuke far beyond their earlier forms.
Third, the Gourt Paradise journey and the appearance of the Nen Beast Erina provided Ron with significant feedback.
Fourth, after consuming large quantities of high-quality food, the "Gourt Cells" within Ron granted him trendous enhancents.
On top of that, Ron had acquired Rosgell—a humanoid nen construct. Even though its activation conditions were strict, it was still one of Ron's trump cards.
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The brute swung his fists furiously at Uvogin. The simple act of trading brute force thrilled him. Overwhelming his opponent with raw strength brought him imnse satisfaction.
His suppressed violence was erupting.
But just as he swung again—this ti, Uvogin didn't et him head-on.
The mont the brute's fist ca crashing in, Uvogin suddenly ducked low.
A figure stood behind him.
A blade of light swept just above Uvogin's head.
If Uvogin had crouched just a bit higher—if he had moved just a mont slower—or if Nobunaga had been a fraction quicker…
Then Nobunaga's blade would have struck him.
But it didn't.
The two had fought side by side for years. Saying they understood each other perfectly was no exaggeration. Their trust in one another was absolute.
"Battōjutsu!"
Nobunaga's sword ca down on the brute's fist.
Clang!
A tallic crash rang out.
Then Nobunaga withdrew his blade.
A thin red line appeared across the brute's knuckle.
A mont later—
Splurt!
A torrent of blood gushed forth.
The brute was imnsely strong—fast, powerful, and incredibly tough.
Until now, Nobunaga's strikes had failed to harm him.
But this was different.
This ti, Nobunaga used Battōjutsu.
Using a tightly compressed, hypersensitive En, he sensed the enemy the mont they entered his field and struck—not randomly, but with precision, at the most effective spot.
When Nobunaga used Battōjutsu, the sharpness and force behind his sword were on a completely different level from ordinary strikes.
In a sense, it was a precision strike to a vulnerable point.
A fist isn't a vital spot, but even a fist has its weak areas.
The brute was injured.
Pain surged up his arm, twisting his expression into a snarl.
"Damn it!"
He roared in fury, glaring at Uvogin and Nobunaga.
Even more aura gathered in his fists.
Boom!
Uvogin was sent flying backward.
Nobunaga too was knocked back.
But neither was seriously hurt. Their movents had dissipated much of the impact.
They exchanged glances—and instantly understood each other.
"This works—keep it up."
Uvogin's eyes glead. He thumped his chest fiercely, excitent radiating off him like heat. He looked like a silverback gorilla that had just won mating rights.
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