Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The Nen aura surrounding a person reflects their thoughts and emotions through its flow and shape.

Similarly, a person's Nen ability directly reflects their personality and past experiences.

This demonstrates a subtle but significant connection:

The more one's Nen ability is developed, the more it amplifies their strengths, weaknesses, and moral views.

The benevolent become more benevolent, while the malevolent become more evil.

Therefore, those who disregard human life often feel no remorse for treating others as mere ants.

In the original story, this was best exemplified by those infected by Melina's "Love Training Song"...

Their common goal was murder.

When killing others, they displayed not even the slightest emotional disturbance.

In their eyes, human life…

Was nothing more than experience points for leveling up.

Nen amplifies their beliefs and makes their worldview unshakable.

In this world of Nen users, those who choose evil often descend into unimaginable depths of depravity.

The man in front of Moro, who stood on the stage with open killing intent, was undoubtedly one of those who reveled in slaughter.

For such people…

Once they awaken Nen, their powers always increase their lethality.

Moro wasn't interested in Tagore's backstory or motivations, nor was he about to lecture him on why his actions were wrong.

He only confirmed one thing:

When Tagore revealed his killing intent, he made it clear that this battle was a fight to the death.

With nothing more to say, Moro stood in his designated position after the referee's signal.

Moro then released his aura at full capacity.

The aura surrounding him flickered like flames.

Opposite him, Tagore openly imbued his aura with pure killing intent.

The oppressive atmosphere had an immediate impact on the referee.

As an ordinary person unfamiliar with Nen, the referee felt as though an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

His face grew pale with sweat.

If it weren't for his professional training, he would have fled the arena on the spot.

"Referee, I'm sure you heard what Tagore just said."

Moro spoke calmly.

"In response to Tagore's request for a deathmatch, I accept. Therefore, this match is officially a battle to the death, and your presence as referee is no longer required."

"Understood..."

The referee's face lit up with relief.

But he didn't immediately leave the arena. Instead, he looked toward Tagore to confirm his agreement.

Without even sparing him a glance, Tagore coldly said, "Get lost."

The referee fled the stage without hesitation.

In the commentary booth.

The young female announcer received the updated information and excitedly announced:

"What?! Moro and Tagore have agreed to a deathmatch! This means that the match is now a no-holds-barred, life-or-death duel where only one fighter will walk away alive!"

The announcer's declaration reverberated throughout the arena.

The crowd, already excited for the match, became even more frenzied upon hearing the word "deathmatch."

The stadium erupted into deafening cheers, as if the roof was about to be blown off.

On the stage, as the referee exited, Tagore wasted no time in launching his attack.

He raised both fists in front of his chest and advanced toward Moro with quick, shuffling footwork.

The arena was small, and Tagore quickly closed the gap.

Without any probing or hesitation, he confidently threw a straight punch at Moro's face.

The punch was so fast that it left a sharp sound in the air and a fleeting blur of white.

Prepared for such an assault, Moro stepped back just in time, dodging the punch while preparing to observe Tagore's fighting style.

But in that instant—

A force Moro couldn't see struck his cheek.

Boom! A dull thud echoed through the arena.

Moro staggered from the blow, his cheek rippling as though hit by a shockwave.

"His aura... extended."

As the hit landed, Moro noticed that the aura around Tagore's extended fist had rapidly expanded outward.

It was this sudden extension of aura that struck him in the face like a physical punch.

And based on the impact...

This wasn't just a regular en (aura extension).

If it were, the aura alone wouldn't have been powerful enough to cause such damage.

The aura had been imbued with some kind of forceful, striking property.

It was a manipulation-based ability.

Moro staggered back, his right foot digging into the ground to regain his balance.

The crowd erupted in various reactions—gasps, cheers, and shouts.

They couldn't see the invisible aura extension but could clearly see Moro being hit even after dodging the punch.

This bewildering spectacle was the reason for Tagore's nickname: Sonic Fist.

On stage, Tagore pressed his advantage, refusing to let Moro catch his breath.

With quick steps, he closed the distance once more, his killing intent pouring into his punches aimed at Moro's upper body.

But Moro, instead of reinforcing his upper body's defense, channeled most of his aura into his legs.

Tap, tap, tap—

Suddenly, Moro pushed off with his toes, leaping backward like a gazelle.

Then, as his heels touched down, he pivoted sharply and dashed sideways at high speed.

Tagore's follow-up punch hit nothing but air.

Realizing this, Tagore didn't retract his punch but instead followed through with a sharp elbow strike aimed at Moro, unleashing an aura-blade-like extension.

But once again, Moro outpaced him, tracing a half-arc around the stage and ending up on the opposite side of the arena.

Tagore halted near the edge of the platform, his brows furrowing.

He had nearly cornered Moro at the edge and believed he could have delivered a decisive blow.

But Moro had slipped away with surprising footwork.

In the audience.

Among the spectators was the long-haired ponytail woman who had lost to Moro during the preliminaries.

Her eyes widened as she whispered in disbelief:

"He... How does he know... my 'Gazelle Step'? And... he's even faster than me!"

The footwork Moro had just used was exactly the same as hers.

But how could it be?

Not only had he copied her technique, but he executed it at a speed and precision she herself couldn't achieve.

The long ponytail woman was stunned.

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