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"He's gone mad!" Satsuki frowned, protecting the group of examinees as they quietly moved away from Hisoka. The perverted magician couldn't even control his own killing intent. Only Illumi, in his guise as "Jitaraku," remained by his side, steadfastly protecting him.

"Your ugly appearance is truly disgusting~" With a "whoosh," a Nen nail pierced Hisoka's thigh. "Please wake up!" Illumi shook his hand and looked up at Sean, who stood tall in the sky. "The Transformed Buddha on Top, that's the move Hashirama Senju used when he fought Madara Uchiha to the death!"

He made the Valley of the End infamous with a single move. Damn it, why him, and not me?!

Yeah, why him and not me?

"Humanity's strongest. So awesome! When will I ever have that day?!" The Zoldycks all seemed unwilling to be left out. Illumi, Killua, Milluki, and Kalmod were all like this. The white-haired brat kept his mouth tightly shut, trying his best not to lose his composure, as if only in this way could he demonstrate his disdain for his older brother. Unfortunately, someone didn't care about his antics. Gon jumped and shouted, "Wow! Uncle, you're so cool!"

"He's just as handsome as my dad."

The little kid's innocent eyes were practically glowing like light bulbs, and he was waving his arms and legs excitedly. If Leorio and Kurapika hadn't been holding him down on either side, this idiot might have involuntarily slipped into the battle again.

"Boom!" A thunderclap rose from the ground—a thousand fists suddenly burst forth. The void trembled, rippling outwards, as if unable to withstand the force, howling and begging for mercy.

"Heh heh heh, you brat, you really don't give this old man any face at all!" Netero glanced at Gon out of the corner of his eye, noticing his signature spiky hair, which was almost a match for a young Ginger who didn't like wearing hats. But alas, he was handsome, but the little devil's mind was still developing; he was far from seeing through appearances to his true nature.

The conference president's expression was more serious than ever before. He withdrew his gaze, frowned, looked at Sean, clasped his hands together, and made another move—

The momentum suddenly changed, causing the Hundred Style Guanyin to open her mouth abruptly, and amidst the sky full of fist shadows, she unleashed a fierce roar at Sean!

"One Hundred Forms of Guanyin - Form Zero!" The One Hundred Forms of Guanyin has one hundred arms and one hundred hand gestures. Since there are one to ninety-nine forms, there is naturally a "zero" form.

In the original work, before the "Rose of the Poor" was released, "Type Zero" was already Netero's strongest attack as a Enhancement type, and it was this attack that broke off the tail of the Chimera Ant King Meruem!

Therefore, in order to break through the Hundred Styles of Kannon and defeat Netero, one must withstand the Zero Style. This is beyond doubt!

"Buzz~" A blazing golden light ignited from the open mouth of the Hundred-Style Guanyin, growing brighter and brighter until it became increasingly dazzling. Noticing this, Hashirama narrowed his eyes and said, "This old man is going all out!"

Sean stretched his neck, turned his back to the sun, spread his arms wide, and with a single palm slashing downwards, his back as sharp as a demon's, he coldly chuckled, "This isn't his last trump card, and of course, he doesn't need to use it."

Nuclear bombs are strategic weapons everywhere. They're used in friendly exchanges, unless Netero has lost his mind!

Besides, with the Ant King absent, it's uncertain whether the Chairman has even undergone the transplant.

With a thought, the fists flew in a continuous barrage, transforming into a raging sea of ​​punches that crashed down upon the Hundred-Style Guanyin.

The golden bodhisattva, with Netero's eyes widening and his aura fully condensed, aimed at Sean and unleashed a furious burst of energy, along with Netero's indomitable will!

"I've never cared about titles, but with so many kids watching, as the chairman, I can't let them down in the Hunter Association!"

"So, Sean, let's see if your fist is stronger, or my laser is more powerful!"

With a "sizzle," a golden light pierced through hundreds of fists, instantly reaching Sean. Simultaneously, the remaining nearly nine hundred fists slammed down, unleashing a deafening explosion and a shockwave that swept outwards.

A sharp, piercing sound followed immediately, exploding outwards!

All the test takers covered their ears in agony, some even crouching down with their heads in their hands. This time, it was far less comfortable to watch through a screen.

"Tsk, the shield is broken~" In the chairman's office, Maha put his arms behind his head and squinted at the TV. If he dared to say that his eyesight was second, no one in the world would dare to say that he was first!

The old man clearly saw a thousand punches coming from a thousand angles, but in the end, they still broke through the Hundred Styles of Guanyin's defense and struck Netero with a bang, instantly knocking him to the ground. Meanwhile, Sean...

Maha couldn't help but narrow his eyes and gasp. Just as Netero's Zero-type shot hit Sean, a barrier suddenly appeared in front of the brat, completely blocking the Zero-type shot!

This is much simpler, more powerful, and more abnormal than the Hundred Styles of Guanyin's defense!

"So... what is that thing?"

The old man was dumbfounded; he would never have imagined that the barrier came from *Pirate King*.

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And now, it is firmly in Sean's hands!

so

Carelessness will lead to defeat anywhere, at any time. Never underestimate any opponent, especially one who is my grandson.

Never mind what it is!

Coming to his senses, Maha couldn't help but smile, especially when he saw Netero's defenses broken by the Hundred Styles of Guanyin, forcing him to physically withstand the transformed Buddha on his head and then being slammed into the ground. He grinned even more, almost bringing the bean-faced man, who had just "died," back to life with laughter!

"Damn it. Why is this old man so happy? Did the guild leader get hit by some bad luck?"

"No, no, that's the chairman!" Bean Man really wanted to stand up and see, but he pinched himself hard and held back. He didn't want to be dragged into being a massage parlor worker by that old geezer Maha.

"Hey~ Hey Menchi, hit me! I... I might have low blood sugar. I must be feeling dizzy and lightheaded, right?"

As the smoke cleared and the roar subsided, everyone eagerly looked around and noticed that Sean was completely unharmed, while Netero had been blasted into the ground. He let out a strange scream, unable to believe his eyes, as he received a heavy blow to the lower back from Menchi.

"Hiss—Holy crap!" Buhara gasped in pain, glaring at Menqi. "That's despicable! She actually used 'Kidney Strike'! Are you trying to destroy my manhood so I can become your sister?"

Heh~ Menqi rolled her eyes at Buhara, touched her chest, and felt as if she had been beaten in place of Netero. She felt indescribably uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the other party's strength far exceeded her imagination. It seemed that being perfunctory with her was not something she could not accept.

But... his opponent is the guild leader! He's just a candidate taking the exam, yet he managed to break through the guild leader's defense. How can I accept that?!

Frustrated, Menqi kicked Buhara again. The fat man looked at her with a wronged expression, which made Saci shake his head.

“Something’s wrong, my mind is in turmoil.” Saci glanced at the sulking Menchi and Buhara, and compared them to the group of examinees whose eyes were sparkling, Sean’s battle was destined to become a memory that everyone would never forget!

"Sigh, he's only in his early twenties, and he can do something like this? Isn't that a bit too outrageous?"

The title of the previous chapter was wrong. It wasn't 123, it was 126.

I've already applied for revisions, sorry.

Chapter 129 Netero's Defeat X Hashirama's Dark History

Is this outrageous? He crossed his arms and gradually stood beside Sean, glancing at the young man. A pallor crept across Sean's ruddy face. Clearly, the continuous use of the Rinnegan and Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands had taken a toll on Sean.

Fortunately, it's almost over; I've already realized that the opponent has lost all will to fight.

"Heh heh. I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore. You really have no sense of respect for elders and children! Just like your grandfather." At the very center where the golden and crimson Nen lines intertwined, Netero crawled out of the deep pit in a sorry state. The guild master was glaring and covered in dust. Where was the aura of a master?

He looked more like an old man who collected scraps; his well-fitting martial arts uniform was torn in several places, revealing his dry, brittle skin underneath.

"Doesn't this look alright to you?"

"A few minor injuries won't shake your foundation, will they?"

"I've already used Zero Style, what more do you want?" Netero glared at Sean, both amused and annoyed. "Keep your Eight Gates and Planetary Devastation for your grandpa. I'm not playing along today!"

No, I absolutely will not play along anymore.

This seemingly unassuming young man has a multitude of trump cards, seemingly endless. Does he really think Netero is a fool who'll fall for his trap?

His swift and decisive surrender left Sean with a desolate silhouette.

"What a pity." Hashirama smacked his lips, glanced at Netero, and said, "As one gets older, the decline of one's vitality is inevitable; it's the law of nature. Otherwise," the First Leader turned his head and said solemnly to Sean, "if the opponent were in his prime, kid, you might not have gotten the better of him."

Sean remained silent, watching Netero walk towards Menchi. He then rubbed his fingers together to retract his True Several Thousand Hands technique, and together with Hashirama, lightly landed on the ground.

Once the battle started, it was impossible to stop. Everywhere you looked, trees were gone, rocks were broken, and there were large, circular pits everywhere. Netero and Sean had been clearing the area one after another. The woods in front of the warehouse were especially badly damaged, looking like a dog had been chewed up. There wasn't a single good spot left.

So, "Don't assume it's about Mr. Hashirama. The world doesn't have so many 'others'; it's all about the winner and the loser!"

The winner takes all, and if you lose, no excuses will work. Netero's energy is depleted and he's not at his peak. Does that mean Sean is at his peak right now?

After Ninja Tune and Pirate King, how about checking out Doraemon?

Sean's lips curled into a smirk as he gently patted Hashirama's shoulder, saying, "There are always people more capable than you, and the world is always a better place. Don't let the tiny place of Konoha limit your horizons, Mr. Hashirama. I've told you more than once that this world is vast and wonderful."

"Hey~ "You brat, you're lecturing me now." Hashirama looked at Sean with amusement and said, "When are you going to the Dark Continent? Show me around. I want to see how much better that place is than the Otsutsuki clan's territory."

That's incredibly powerful. Ever heard of the Five Calamities? Sean curled his lip and followed Netero: "The exam isn't over yet, Mr. Hashirama."

In other words, Sean smiled and said, "Welcome, Hokage-sama, to the examination hall for your guidance."

"Bullshit! You're just insulting me." Hashirama laughed and scolded, "Stop with the nonsense~ Where's my noodles~ Where's my noodles?"

"Tch~ Do you think I need your few bowls of noodles?" Extending his consciousness, Sean pulled a few bowls of noodles from the sea of ​​clouds and tossed them to Hashirama, the First Generation, yelling with concern, "You brat, don't spill them!"

He took the noodles, slurping them down as he followed Sean's footsteps. After his "Temperament" broke through its limit, the "Sage" was also evolving step by step as Sean's strength increased. Now, his extended consciousness space could accommodate Hashirama, allowing him to stay in the world of Hunter x Hunter for two days.

Hashirama was utterly content with his current situation. Holding his ramen bowl, he passed straight through Netero's body like a ghost.

"Whoosh~" It felt like a cold wind was blowing into his body.

Netero's expression hardened, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately sensed something was wrong, stopped in his tracks, and looked behind him warily. Apart from Sean giving him a blank nod, there was nothing there. It was truly strange.

"Am I overthinking things? Or is it that old geezer Maha is still spying?"

A master's intuition is always sharp. Netero raised an eyebrow and glanced at the clock hanging above the warehouse door. The faint arc of electronic light flickered on the clock face, clearly reflecting his face onto Maha's face.

"What are you looking at? Losing to my grandson isn't shameful, you brat. Consider this your punishment for sneaking onto the Dark Continent with Jeg back then," Maha chuckled smugly, turning without turning to the bean-faced man lying lifeless on the ground. "Stop playing dead, get up and get to work!"

Uh... the bean-faced man lay still, determined not to get up until the old man left. Unfortunately, his plan backfired; Maha lifted one foot and lightly stomped on the floor.

With a loud "boom," the entire office seemed to shake, and the dough figurine was thrown off the ground.

"Ouch~" What's the old man up to now? The Bean Man winced in pain, gripping the sofa as he struggled to his feet, and cautiously refilled Maha's teacup.

"Hmm, that's more like it." Maha withdrew his foot, lay down contentedly, and glanced at the TV one last time before going to sleep. Following Netero's "casual" glance, Sean, who had just dispelled his Rinnegan, followed with a half-smile, silently opening his mouth and saying, "Just you wait, one more year... and it'll be your turn."

Mah's eyelids twitched violently, and the smug smile that had just appeared on his old face instantly melted away, replaced by a look of utter annoyance.

"Hmph~ You get cocky just because you defeated a piece of trash, huh?"

"One year is fine, I'll be waiting for you, old man!"

The old man lay on the sofa, tossing and turning, and suddenly couldn't fall asleep.

Netero frowned, muttering to himself, "Having lost the old man's attention, Ivankov lost interest."

"Hmm... Could it be that I'm mistaken?"

The chairman stroked his beard, looking suspicious, and turned to walk towards the warehouse.

I noticed something was off about him.

Hashirama watched Netero walk towards Menchi, his mouth bulging, and mumbled, "Hey~ Sean, that old man seems to have noticed me."

“Why don’t you just not go see him?” Sean rolled his eyes at Hashirama, annoyed. “You don’t need to speak to me so quietly; no one else can hear you.”

Hashirama nodded. "That's true."

He was merely a phantom of will, impossible to see at all.

Netero noticed something amiss, or rather, he noticed that eyes were watching him; that was all.

"Let's go. I'll treat you to boiled eggs later."

Hashirama chuckled: "That's good, at least you have a conscience."