Hunter X Hunter: the strongest corpse

“Where is he?! What the hell is he in…”

“Bang!!”

Before Owotard’s somewhat dull nerves could react, he felt as if his chest had been kicked hard by the Dark Continent’s giant beast, and the huge force made him feel a sharp pain in his front!

“Click!”

The bone body that had just had a healing tendency broke again, producing more and denser cracks than before, and even faintly had a tendency to collapse!

Ovotid used his last strength to see Ron’s movements.

The fist, which was filled with an astonishing amount of energy, instantly bombarded his skeletal chest.

The hard body that he was once proud of was now broken to the point where he didn’t play any blocking role at all, and he was directly pierced by this punch, running through the front and back!

I don’t know if it was the intense pain that stimulated the brain to be instantly clear, or the last return to the light before death, which made Overtide’s spirit suddenly cheer up, as if the original power had returned to his body again.

He knew clearly that Ron’s heavy blow had made his injury, which was not light, even worse, and had reached the limit of what he could accept.

If you don’t slow down, and then strike the same powerful damage, Rao, with his tenacious vitality, will definitely not see the sun outside the canyon!

Looking at Ron’s action start style, it is obvious that he is playing the policy of “taking advantage of your illness to kill you”, without any intention of giving up, and it is necessary to completely beat Owold to death before stopping all actions.

No way! Can’t sit still! I’m also going to conquer the human world, become the king of this Lake of Möbius, and then gather enough strength to one day, kill back to the Dark Continent again!!

Ovord roared in his heart, he gave up all his defenses, and gathered all his qi and thoughts on the bone gun.

He clearly knew that even if he used all his strength to defend, in front of this human being whose current strength had been greatly improved and whose state was at its peak, it would at most delay his defeat.

Although the odds are slim, if you want to really survive and complete the counter-kill, you only have to give it a final shot!

Do your best to kill this human being in front of you!

All he could rely on was the bone gun in his hand!

Ovold made an instant decision, his heart was crossed, he directly controlled his sternum deformation, using his physical strength to block Ron’s penetrating arm in the middle.

“Huh?”

Ron winced slightly, he didn’t expect that Ovotid had run out of oil to this point, and there was still room for counterattack.

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

When Ovochide stuck Ron’s arm, the arm holding the bone gun quickly lifted.

It covered all of his remaining mindpower, and stabbed at Ron’s chest!!

The ice-blue flame in the bone eyes was extremely faint with a hint of forgetting life and death.

However~

“The strength is good, unfortunately, too slow ~”

Ron’s faint voice came, and at the same time the other hand spread out his palm and grabbed it violently towards the front!

In Ovord’s stunned and slightly looking eyes, Ron’s large hand directly grasped the tip of the bone gun.

Ron is not the same as before, and Ovozyd is now far from his heyday.

Is it difficult to wrap the gas volume in the palm of your hand with “firm” and “hard”, and see the timing to take this seemingly powerful shot, but the actual power is also like that?

Did it fail in the end?

The look in Ovord’s eyes quickly faded, and a gloomy pessimism permeated the whole person’s body, which even Ron could feel.

The final reversal was easily defused by the other side, and it was clear that Ovold no longer had a desire to fight and an expectation of survival.

There is no hysterical cries of madness, no unwilling anger.

There is, just endless loneliness and compromise of fate, and the era that belongs to him is over.

Already knowing the ending, he left himself a little final majesty.

The sternum loosened and Ron’s hand was released, and the figure staggered back two steps.

Without any words, he broke his hands and looked at the sky with his head, without looking at Ron.

As the king of the undead bone clan, he eventually died at the hands of a human being he despised, and as a result, he would never lower his proud head and give up a little dignity.

“All the way to the good ~ ”

Ron was silent for a moment, softly uttering the last five words, and then raised the arm that had just been taken out of his sternum.

Bang!!

White bone fragments were scattered on the ground, and the quiet path heard the last sound of the undead bone demon clan

At this point, the Undead Bone Demon Clan, which has been passed down for an unknown number of years, has completely withdrawn from the historical stage of the Hunter World!

From the beginning of the intersection of the Sheep Gut Trail

“Uh-huh!”

Ron’s eyes instantly regained clarity, and then the whole person’s body relaxed in an instant.

After ending the life of Overtide and the return of dominant consciousness, it is basically the end of this exploration.

After relaxing slightly, Ron got up and patted the soil on his body, and then he felt that something was wrong.

Turning his gaze to the side, he found that Jin’s face was staring at himself with a strange face.

“…… What’s going on? ”

“Nothing~” Kim shook his head, but his brow furrowed, touching his chin and saying with some doubt:

“I don’t know if it’s my delusion, just now I seem to feel that your strength has improved a lot, so that I feel a little palpitations ~”

“……”

Ron glanced at him, a guy whose perception was sharper than a dog’s nose.

Maybe Xiao Jie’s nose is genetically from Jin?

“By the way, how is it going this time?”

Kim himself changed the subject first, asking with some expectation.

“Well, I got everything I should have.”

Ron responded with a smile, a pun.

“Is that so?”

Hearing this, Kim exhaled.

“Finally, I don’t have to listen to the flies buzzing in my ears~

Apparently, in King’s opinion, the nagging of the so-called artists was no different from the crying of flies.

This is not to ridicule the artist, but to say that in the case of different tastes and styles on both sides, it is undoubtedly a very painful thing to communicate. _

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