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All I can say is, he truly lives up to his reputation as the strongest human!

"Ahem. Shouldn't the focus be on my brother?" The white-haired brat puffed out his chest and said proudly, "If he can even handle my brother, then what's the strongest human? He's nothing special~"

"But didn't you hate older men?" Gon looked at Killua suspiciously. "Your smug expression doesn't seem like you actually hate them."

"Shut up!" Is this wretched brat deliberately trying to mess with me?

Killua gritted his teeth and glared at Gon, but an even stronger blast of air came and blew him and Gon away!

"Ho ho ho Thousand-Armed Guanyin?" Netero looked directly at Sean's Rinnegan eyes and sneered, "Kid, do you think I can't handle you even with a hundred arms?"

"I didn't say that. It's just that some people think your hundred arms are a bit few, right, Mr. Hashirama?"

"Hahaha, that's right! A hundred isn't enough! A thousand would be more like it!" A familiar white light surged into Sean's brow, and his consciousness space expanded. A figure suddenly appeared beside Sean, staring intently at Netero, and grinned at Sean: "How about we broaden his horizons?"

"Then let's broaden our horizons." Sean narrowed his eyes, flipped his hand to sheath the Kusanagi sword, quickly formed hand seals, and said calmly, "Come out, True Several Thousand Hands!"

"Crack!"

I'm attending a wedding banquet today, so I've only written two chapters totaling 6000 words.

Tomorrow, it will return to 8000.

Chapter 127 Bodhisattva's Wrathful Gaze X Buddha Transformed on Top

The forest god, who rules over all greenery, had two jet-black marks creeping onto his eyelids.

"Rumble~" The earth trembled, howling as trees burst forth from the depths of the ground. Looking up with wide eyes, the boundless trees obeyed Sean's command, gathering beneath his feet and in the blink of an eye forming a towering Guanyin.

Her face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy. Compared to Netero's Hundred Forms of Guanyin, she was larger, more magnificent, and had more arms, reaching a thousand in total!

This left all the test takers, including Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, as well as the examiners, Satsu, Buhara, and Menchi, completely dumbfounded!

Is this even a battle between "humans"? Or is it some kind of battle between "gods"?

However, as Sean said, "Compared to the true Thousand Hands, his Hundred-Style Guanyin is indeed inferior."

Netero's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his gaze fixed on the True Thousand Hands, his chin slightly raised, his fighting spirit soaring!

"Hashirama Senju's Wood Release technique? Sean, you've really given this old man a huge surprise!"

"Hahaha~ Has my reputation spread to another world? Sean, get me a few bowls of noodles. I'm in a good mood today, I'm going to eat ten bowls no matter what!"

Black hair, black clothes, and red armor. Hashirama glanced at Netero, then floated lightly to Sean's side, hands on hips, laughing heartily. His laughter, compared to the gloomy Second Hokage, was far more cheerful and lively.

"Noodles are plentiful, but now is not the time to eat, Mr. Hashirama." Standing atop the head of the True Thousand Hands, Sean looked down at Netero and casually waved his hand.

Thousands of hands moved as if controlling an arm or finger, extending a hundred palms and slapping down on the head of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin.

"Sizzle~" The palm wind tore through the air, emitting a series of sharp whistles. The powerful force, along with the shockwave, swept outwards, shattering the flowing clouds and closing in on Netero in the blink of an eye.

"It's only polite to reciprocate." "Old man, don't think I'm bullying you. If I don't fight you with all my might, you'll probably faint from anger."

“That’s right,” Netero chuckled softly, suppressing his voice, “To underestimate me is the greatest insult to this old man!”

The assembly president clasped his hands together, and with a hundred styles of Guanyin dance, he fiercely met the attack, showing no intention of retreating!

Even when facing thousands of real palm strikes, he remained completely calm, maintaining the impenetrable defense of the Hundred Palms Martial Arts.

"That's why they say he's the strongest human being." Hashirama Senju's smile faded, he crossed his arms, and stared intently at Netero, saying, "You've met a good opponent, Sean. This old man has honed his martial arts to the extreme. Trying to break through his defenses with just a hundred arms is probably not enough."

They admired each other, both being masters who founded their own schools of thought. "Wood Release" and "Heart Source" represent contrasting perspectives: one is materialistic, the other idealistic; one emphasizes the refinement, application, and use of wood-style chakra, the other infuses his fists with the power of his soul. Their philosophies differ, but their paths converge. Both are figures to be reckoned with.

Sean nodded in deep agreement: "One slap isn't enough! Then two slaps! Two slaps aren't enough, then a hundred slaps, five hundred slaps, a thousand slaps!"

In short, when facing the number one person in the world, one must not lose momentum!

To break the chain of command would mean being caught off guard and having an opportunity seized. For Netero, who had been immersed in martial arts for over a hundred years, this meant defeat!

So, after exchanging blows with Netero for a while, Sean retreated instead of advancing, waving more arms and leaning in to strike the Hundred-Style Guanyin!

Where the wooden palm clashed with the golden palm, wood chips flew through the air accompanied by golden light. Two hundred palm strikes, three hundred palm strikes, four hundred palm strikes—slapping, grabbing, chopping, striking, cutting, and flicking.

Casting aside all superfluous thoughts, Sean activated his Nen power, unleashing the True Several Thousand Hands technique and displaying Wood Release to its fullest extent.

Once their spirits were lifted, they showed no sign of giving up, and fought with increasing vigor!

"Good lad, you've really got me excited." Feeling the pressure from the True Thousand Hands up close, Netero narrowed his eyes, maintaining his bodhisattva-like appearance, and looked at Sean. As the youth's psychic power surged, his black hair flew upside down, and his Rinnegan eyes, set in their sockets, were clear and bright, radiating waves wildly in all directions, instantly taking him back to the past.

I saw myself back then, practicing boxing in the freezing cold of winter.

From initially managing only a thousand punches a day, to two or three thousand, and then one day finally reaching ten thousand punches before sunset, and finally managing to throw ten thousand punches in less than half an hour. Clearly, the young man before him had already walked the path he had once walked, and had even faintly surpassed him, running ahead. "Truly, the younger generation is formidable!"

"Boom!" The aftershocks of the collision between the old man and the young man continued to escalate, one after another, clearly showing a trend of increasing intensity. This directly led to—

All the candidates couldn't even see it!

Because the two are moving so fast, they could exchange hundreds of blows in an instant!

In the eyes of Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, as well as Hanzo, Babu, Seiri, Pons, Greta, and others, the world seemed to consist of only two colors—

One gold and one red, still colliding and intertwining wildly!

"Step back a bit!" Sasuke leaped forward, grabbing Gon and Killua who had been thrown back by the blast wave. He cursed the two brats under his breath for being so reckless; they were the closest of the group, they were practically courting death.

Gon and Killua exchanged an awkward glance, then simultaneously snorted and turned their heads away!

"It's all because of you!" The two of them thought to themselves, then touched their chests, still shaken and a little scared.

"This is terrifying! I wonder if Dad/Great-Grandpa can handle a battle of this level?" The two seemed to have a rare telepathic connection, as they both thought of Jin and Maha at the same time. It can only be said that they are natural best friends! Their bond is stronger than gold!

At this moment, a certain star-level gourmet hunter who had run to the side to retch returned. Seeing her, Buhara sighed and said:

"Sigh, Menchi, Satso is right. If we had chosen to let things slide, things might not have escalated to this point."

Do you really need to tell me? Who knew Sean Zoldyck would be this strong?

Menqi rolled her eyes at Buhara, whose mouth still seemed to have mud in it, making her lose all desire to speak.

The girl's face was very pale, so she simply stopped talking and silently watched Netero and Sean fighting in the arena. Her small fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her emotions as tangled and complicated as weeds, impossible to unravel.

"Boom!" Finally—

After countless exchanges, Netero unleashed a powerful palm strike, swiftly executing a large circular motion to block the True Thousand Hands. He then took the opportunity to exhale and say, "Kid, I'll say it again—"

"Having more arms but lacking skill is useless. You can't do anything to me, and I can't break through your defenses either. So..."

"How about we stop here?"

Sean stood firmly on the ground, his feet planted firmly on the ground, looking down at Netero with a slight smile: "People have to admit they're getting old, old man~ Give up? You've probably been reading too many hentai comics like some shameless old man, gotten weak from it."

Netero: "."

The candidates and the three examiners, Saci, Buhara, and Menqi, all said: "."

They all turned into bean eyes

The pervert was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hehehe~ This is getting more and more interesting, isn't it?"

Hisoka's lips curled into a deep V-shape, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he gazed intently at Sean. As expected of his mentor, he was becoming increasingly alluring. That passion for battle was truly, truly to his liking.

"Whoosh~" Hisoka pulled the playing cards into an accordion shape. It would be a shame not to sing a tune after such an exciting battle.

Unfortunately, some people weren't having any of it. Under the unfriendly glares of Menchi, Buhara, and Saci, Hisoka became a little more subdued, quickly slamming his deck of cards back together. He was far inferior to Maha, ignoring everyone except Netero. In fact, when the old man got angry, he didn't even give Netero any face, pointing smugly at Sean on the TV screen and laughing as he cursed, "You brat, who are you calling a coward?!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and tear that damn Guanyin statue to shreds!"

As he spoke, Maha glared, spat on his hand, and slapped the dough-faced man again, yelling, "Easy! You're hurting me!"

"What, you're angry because I scolded your boss? You want to murder him?"

"Stop joking, okay?" The bean-faced man's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. "Damn it, in front of you, the progenitor of assassins, trying to commit murder? I might as well just die first as a sign of respect."

With a "thud," the bean-faced man fell face down and was silent.

Maha curled his lip: "A spineless coward, just like your boss."

Little did he know, Netero's lips twitched, and he cursed that man in his heart!

"Like father, like son. Your grandson is just as clingy as you, old man."

"I already offered him a way out, but he didn't give me the slightest face. Tsk~"

"It seems the Zoldyck family's upbringing is truly worrisome."

Netero smacked his lips, quickly regaining his composure. Being the strongest human was no joke; his ability to control his emotions was also top-notch.

Netero looked at Sean with a smile and said calmly, "Kid, it seems you don't agree with what I'm saying."

"Or do you think you're confident you can break through my defenses?"

However, "Old man, I'd like to know, who gave you this confidence?"

"Is it that hard to break through your defenses?" Sean clapped his hands: "Atop the Buddha!"

The crackling sound of soybeans being fried echoed across the sky, as the Bodhisattva glared angrily and showed no mercy.

As Sean made a decision, Netero looked up at the sky. The boundless blue sky instantly turned black, replaced by countless fists!

Chapter 128 Hundred Style Guanyin Zero Style X The True Absolute Defense Barrier Fruit

Chapter 128 Hundred Style Guanyin - Zero Style X: The True Absolute Defense - Barrier Fruit

"Humanity is the strongest, isn't it?"

"After all these years, I think it's time to change my name—"

Holy crap, he's so arrogant!

A sense of silence was spreading. When Sean uttered those words, surprisingly, not a single person in the room voiced any objection, as if it were simply the way things were supposed to be. For the candidates and examiners, there was nothing but envy and bitterness, not jealousy. How strange!

"Phew~" A true man is born between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long?!

You should sleep with the most beautiful girls, drink the strongest liquor, ride the most powerful dragons, and fight the most awesome people!

"I was wrong. This teacher is practically aiming for 'Pirate King'!"

Unspeakable astonishment. Whether or not they were fans of Sean, at this moment, everyone felt a fire burning fiercely in their chests!

"Ah~" Hisoka knelt down with a "plop," opening his arms to embrace Sean, who stood tall in the sky. His narrow eyes were fixed on the thousands of fists, so excited that he couldn't even laugh. Only heavy breathing could be heard coming from his mouth.

I'm going to fuck him! I'm going to fuck him! I'm going to fuck him! Nobody can stop me from eating him! Oh ho ho ho!