Chapter 60 Spider-Man·Hisoka

From the moment Imori instinctively chose to rely on the Enhancement-type puppet, his doom was sealed.

A 200%-powered Shooting Star...

That is no laughing matter!

Furthermore, a portion of Imori's Nen was still lingering on the long street; under those circumstances, it was utterly impossible for him to withstand this fatal strike.

Moro turned and walked away for a short distance. Upon hearing the explosion triggered by the falling Shooting Star, he directly raised the back of his hand to take a look.

Lv.22 → Lv.31

"I went up 9 levels..."

Looking at the numbers in the center of the tree rings, Moro's eyes flickered slightly, a sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

In half a month, leaping straight from Lv.7 all the way to Lv.31...

If it were purely through bitter cultivation, half a month's time would probably only yield an increase of two or three levels on top of the foundation at Lv.7.

Moreover, the higher the level, the more the training time required in the later stages would undoubtedly multiply.

Yet hunting high-level Nen users allowed him to directly bypass the span of time, firmly grasping the fruits that should have belonged to the future right into the present.

The only catch was—

Hunting Nen users inevitably meant taking on the risk of losing one's life.

"Imori's level should be somewhere between Lv.45 and Lv.60..."

Moro estimated Imori's Nen level.

At first, the distance was too great, making accurate observation difficult. Once the distance closed, because a portion of Imori's Nen had been split elsewhere, the difficulty of assessment increased, leaving him with no choice but to widen the estimated numerical range.

"No time to dwell on that, I need to run first."

With the intuitive feedback from the tree ring tattoo, Moro didn't need to care about so-called feigned death tricks; he immediately broke into a sprint along the opposite direction of the alleyway.

Striking at Imori belonged to the realm of seeking fortune amidst mortal danger.

Now that the fortune had been secured, he naturally had to figure out a way to extricate himself from the lingering risks.

If he had waited until Hisoka completely acquiesced to Imori's fake-death scheme before making a move against Imori, perhaps the risk could have been lowered.

Conversely, however...

At that point in time, Imori would be at 100% of his peak state. How difficult would it be to assassinate him relying solely on an ambush?

"Choices are so crucial..."

Moro sprinted forward, pondering silently in his heart.

Passing through the corridor isolated by a complex of buildings, Moro emerged onto a pedestrian walkway lined with plane trees.

"Chirp, chirp..."

A chorus of sparrows echoed from the trees.

Moro suddenly came to a halt, looking up into the branches where several sparrows could be vaguely seen perched on the trunks.

Beep-beep~ Woo~~ Beep~~ Woo...

Along the long street, sharp police sirens wailed in rapid succession from various directions.

Startled by the piercing sirens, the sparrows on the trees abruptly fluttered their wings and took flight into the sky.

Seeing this, Moro leaped up, thrusting out his right hand to grab one of the sparrows.

"Squeak, squeak—!"

The captured sparrow struggled desperately, its cries turning shrill as it continuously pecked at Moro's knuckles with its sharp beak.

Moro looked down at the sparrow.

[Starlight Condensation]

Nen shattered into starlight, swirling around Moro's body.

Moro extended his left index finger, slowly pressing it toward the sparrow.

Sensing the danger, the sparrow grew even more terrified, frantically pecking at Moro's left index finger.

Yet Moro dodged every single strike with ease.

A few seconds later.

Moro withdrew his ability, released the sparrow, and then turned his gaze toward the direction of the sirens.

He saw police cars speeding down the roadway one after another, private vehicles pulling aside to yield along the way.

Pedestrians on the street, rarely witnessing such a spectacle, turned their heads to stare.

Moro quickly withdrew his gaze, glanced once more at the sparrow that had already flown far away, and then resumed his sprint in the opposite direction.

His astonishing running speed immediately drew gasps of shock from the surrounding pedestrians.

However, Moro had no leisure to care about that; his sole focus was to get away from the epicenter of the storm as quickly as possible to avoid any extraneous complications.

After a long while, just as Moro was running with his head down, he abruptly heard even more intense cries of alarm coming from behind him.

"Huh?"

Alerted, Moro swiftly turned his head back, his pupils contracting involuntarily.

What came into view was a red Spider-Man swinging swiftly through the air...

No, it was Hisoka!

In mid-air, a strip of pink sticky text-line shot out and fastened onto the top of a street light at the intersection.

At the other end of the pink adhesive line was Hisoka, radiating a voracious, murderous intent, looking as though he had donned the visage of an evil demon.

With the sudden contraction of the pink line, Hisoka vaulted over the traffic lights at breakneck speed, flying downwards from above directly toward Moro's location.

Almost everyone on the roadway and the pedestrian street noticed Hisoka.

Though they could not clearly see Hisoka's ferocious and terrifying face, they could sense a chilling, evil aura emanating from his high-speed flying figure, wrapping around their necks like a venomous snake and instantly suffocating them at just a single glance.

If not for the fact that Hisoka had no regard for their existence whatsoever...

That extreme murderous intent, amplified by his aura, could have entirely shattered their consciousness from dozens of meters away.

The police cars speeding along the roadway noticed Hisoka from afar, slamming on their brakes to a halt and immediately turning around to flee.

Yet Hisoka paid no attention to the reactions of the police cars.

His eyes were locked solely on Moro.

"The killing intent hasn't completely dissipated, I can tell... The lingering resonance of that satisfaction is still lingering in your Nen♡."

Contracting the pink adhesive line high in the air, utilizing the astonishing rebound force, Hisoka shot downward like a released arrow toward Moro, who was only a few hundred meters away.

Boom.

His arrow-like figure slammed into the ground, the accompanying impact shattering a large swath of brick pavers.

Fragments scattered across the ground, kicking up a light haze of dust.

Hisoka's figure burst through the rising dust, his narrowed eyelids revealing golden pupils that flickered back and forth.

Dozens of meters ahead.

Hearing the commotion of Hisoka landing, Moro abandoned his attempt to flee.

In a bustling metropolis, trying to shake off the pursuit of Spider-Man Hisoka by relying on a long-distance sprint was an utterly impossible task.

Thus, Moro simply stopped, turned around, and looked at Hisoka ahead, who was radiating a terrifying aura.

From that aura, one could unmistakably perceive a complex mixture of madness, longing, and murderous intent.

Coupled with Hisoka's demon-like visage at this moment, this was undoubtedly the filthiest monster Moro had encountered since arriving in this world.

"He's here fast, is this guy a hound...? And this aura is definitely above Lv.60..."

Looking at the surging Nen radiating from Hisoka as if it were about to burst out of his body, Moro immediately made what he believed to be an absolutely accurate assessment in his mind.

Without the element of scavenging a kill... well, without the advantages of time, place, and people all aligning in his favor, given his current strength, it was utterly impossible for him to defeat Hisoka in this state of extreme craving.

"Can I help you?"

Moro opened his fine nodes, letting the maximum amount of Nen flow around his body. As he spoke to Hisoka, the Nen gathered in his right hand abruptly sharpened into a pointed shape.

The corners of Hisoka's eyes and mouth pulled closer together, making his expression appear even more ferocious.

He slowly glanced at the unmasked Nen shimmering on Moro's right hand, narrowing his eyes as he said: "It's Conjuration... wait, Emission, isn't it?♡"