Hunter x Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Chapter 485 How Much Strength Should Be Used

There is a towering canyon on the northeast side of the coastal fortress. Between the steep stone walls is a fairly wide field of weeds, with vegetation similar to tumbleweeds everywhere.

More than a dozen gray-green military off-road vehicles stopped at the foot of the cliff. Groups of strong soldiers jumped off the trucks and took turns carrying searchlights.

Where the searchlight beams intersect is also the focus of everyone's attention, it is a battlefield.

Admiral Mike, with a corncob pipe in his mouth, took off his toad sunglasses and pinned them on the patch pocket of his military uniform.

He walked from the darkness into the spotlight, as eye-catching as the protagonist behind the scenes walking from behind the stage to the front.

"German." Admiral Mike said to the hunter in a black suit not far away, "Your opponent is called Morton, and he is my subordinate."

A man walked out from behind Admiral Mike. He was as tall as an iron tower, had a crew cut, a neck as thick as his head, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Morton grinned at Germann, revealing his full mouth of white teeth, which were particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Admiral Mike walked to the side to make room, took a puff of his cigarette, and said, "There are no restrictions on the rules of the fight. If you fall to the ground and fail to get up within 10 seconds, you will be considered a loser."

He stood surrounded by a group of soldiers and raised his chin proudly: "Do you still have questions?"

"Report to the General, no!" Morton responded loudly and decisively, twisting his arms and making a crackling sound.

German also replied: "No doubt."

"That's good." Admiral Mike laughed a few times and said, "You can start anytime."

Morton swung his arms, and his mental energy overflowed like white mist, attaching to his strong body, and in an instant it materialized into a knight's armor.

The protrusions on his helmet looked like the sharp spikes of a dungeon trap. He was wearing heavy armor and holding a chain in his right hand. At the end of the chain was an incredibly large iron ball.

Although Morton was dressed like a medieval man, his armor was actually strong enough to withstand a rocket or even more.

Similarly, when he swung his meteor hammer, it was common for it to split mountains and crack rocks.

These made him, as a Nen user, become one of Admiral Mike's personal guards.

Most of the soldiers had witnessed the power of this guard before - Morton had subdued vicious assassins more than once.

They all showed expressions of watching a good show and looked at German.

In front of Morton who was in such a posture, would the man who looked only slim and strong dare to come out and fight?

"Don't kill him." President Netero hid his hands in his sleeves, narrowed his eyes, and whispered to German, "But don't hold back too much, or it won't be impressive enough."

German turned his head and asked, "How much force should be used?"

"Let him lie on the stretcher, but let him hold on until Qiduo and Sambika can give him emergency treatment and save him."

That is like pressing down an ant with your fingers to break its legs, but not enough force to crush it into pulp... Germain frowned and pondered.

To be honest, he killed and killed all the way, leaving very few enemies alive. It was really a problem for him how to only seriously injure the enemies but not kill them.

Seeing that German was not coming out, Morton misunderstood.

Sure enough, there is a problem...

Morton looked at the hunter in the black suit, who was younger than himself, with suspicion... How could he have achieved such achievements as described in the report at his age?

This German, maybe he has some skills, but that's all.

But Netero wants to promote this young man. Does he want him to be the next president?

Ha...it would be interesting if I caught your lie.

Morton chuckled a few times, spat on the ground, and then shouted loudly: "German, are you still going to fight? Are you scared?"

Admiral Mike didn't say anything, which was his tacit consent for him to shout like that.

Then, more soldiers joined in the commotion, shouting, "German, are you still going to fight?" and there was a continuous burst of laughter.

The soldiers' shouts and laughter reverberated back and forth in the canyon, echoing all around.

Xiutaina stood behind German with an awkward look on his face. Given his position, it would not end well no matter which side he supported.

Biscuit was so angry that he walked quickly to Germain's side, put his hands on his hips and said angrily:

"German, listen, beat him to death!"

President Netero stroked his beard calmly and said with a smile, "Little Biscuit, killing people is not good." "It's obvious that they don't intend to leave any room for him... Well, well, at least we should teach him a lesson and let him know what politeness is."

"Oh ho ho..."

German looked at the master and disciple with a puzzled look, then walked towards Morton.

He suddenly thought of what he should do, so that Morton would not even be seriously injured.

"You're finally here." Morton used a provocative tone, but his whole body was alert and ready to strike. "I thought you were going to turn around and leave. Although I can understand that."

Provoking the opponent is one of Morton's tactics, but he will not underestimate German and he will do his best.

Since Netero thinks so highly of him, his strength must be strong. Only talented people are worthy of such great efforts to be highly praised.

Now, what I have to do is to make him fall from the height into the valley with a bang...

Suddenly, the intuition that Morton had developed from struggling in the sea of ​​blood and corpses made him feel the danger.

The danger lies ahead.

He swallowed his saliva almost subconsciously, and instantly pulled the chain, swung the meteor hammer out, and hit German's head.

After throwing it out, he realized that something bad had happened... If German's head exploded, it might not be a good thing for them.

However, the meteor hammer had already been thrown out, and he had no time to retract it... If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame the sudden surge of... this... indescribable...

His attack was completely a stress response.

bang——

As if the nightmare had come true, German smashed the meteor hammer to pieces with a casual punch!

Morton looked at the flying iron pieces in amazement, then saw German walking towards him and further releasing his mental energy.

German had a flash of inspiration not long ago, and when he thought of the Chimera Ant King and its three guards, he knew what to do.

The spiritual energy gushed out from his body like a flood that broke its dam, instantly engulfing Morton in front of him, and then rushed to a farther place, engulfing everyone present.

Malice - I will inject the malice that wants to take your life into everyone without reservation.

President Netero, Biscuit, Mo Laowu, Xiaodi and other Nen users used Nen energy to defend themselves almost immediately, but they all had frowns on their faces.

Several Nen-user guards were also shocked and almost subconsciously stood in front of Admiral Mike to protect him from the impact.

And most of the ordinary soldiers felt like they were standing naked in the snow.

They clenched their teeth, shivered for a while, unable to utter a word, and then fell to the ground one after another.

Morton, who was at the center of the storm, was already sweating profusely in his heavy armor, his hands and feet were stiff, and he had difficulty breathing...

This feeling reminded him of the time when he first learned the ability of Nen, the feeling of helplessness and despair when he first came to know the world.

Is the world still so far away?

Morton's legs went limp and he knelt down. He watched as German materialized a strange weapon that looked like one that only a butcher would use.

Death, that is the weapon of death.

Morton gave up struggling and thinking, and let the saw chop him down, but only his helmet was cut.

The suffocating feeling suddenly disappeared.

It took Morton a long while to come back to his senses. He realized that he had kept his mouth wide open, with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a fool.

He wanted to stand up, but couldn't because his legs were completely numb.

In fact, there were not many people who could stand firmly at the scene, and the majority of them fell down and fainted.

When he looked up, he saw Germain staring down at him like a god.

The string of reason broke at this moment, heat and hot current surged out of his pants, wetting a large area, and then he fell to the ground.

He heard the demon's whispers.

“10、9、8……3、2、1。我赢了。”

(End of this chapter)