Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

For offensive Enhancement users and Conjurers whose primary abilities involve weapons, before they use their abilities, they inevitably gather more aura in their dominant hand.

For Conjurers, their aura tends to gather in a soft yet sharp, spherical formation.

For Enhancement users, since they must channel and release larger amounts of aura, their aura naturally takes on a sharp, aggressive shape.

This is a hallmark of Enhancement users during combat, something they cannot hide at this stage of their technique.

Even someone as advanced as Zeno cannot completely conceal his intentions during this phase. Perhaps only someone at Netero's level could achieve such concealment.

By observing Moro's aura formation, Hisoka preliminarily judged that Moro was an Enhancement-type user.

"Snatching someone else's prey—it's not a good habit, you know," Hisoka said.

Even as he spoke, he could barely suppress his desire to act.

Moro looked puzzled. "Prey? What prey?"

"Heh… hahaha…"

Hisoka, a master of deception, was also an expert at seeing through lies.

But in this case, no deception was needed.

His chase from a distance had been enough for him to discern Moro's essence in a single glance.

A kindred spirit—

Without a doubt, Moro was like him.

That lingering satisfaction after a kill—it was impossible to fake.

If Moro knew what Hisoka was thinking, he'd be shouting his innocence.

It was true that killing Men'ei had left him satisfied.

But the satisfaction came not from the act of killing but from the rewards of leveling up afterward.

As Hisoka's aura grew sharper with his laughter, Moro stopped pretending and raised his right hand. The sharp aura gathered around his hand began to rotate and compress.

Under Moro's deliberate control, the rotating and compressed aura flattened slightly, its edges glowing with a faint green luminescence.

"Accusing someone of stealing… prey or whatever… isn't a good habit either. Besides, letting prey escape right in front of you is a kind of incompetence, isn't it?"

"Hmm…"

Hisoka's smile deepened, his eyes narrowing as he replied in a soft tone, "I won't deny that. So… shall we start 'getting along' now?"

"Let's make a bet," Moro said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Hisoka's aura flickered slightly, his interest piqued. "Is this… foreplay?"

"Yes," Moro replied calmly. "You can refuse, of course. But if you do, I'll simply give up resisting and stand here motionless, waiting for you to kill me. And I'm guessing… you wouldn't enjoy a completely unresponsive one-on-one, would you?"

"…"

Hisoka uncharacteristically fell silent.

He could tell Moro was serious. The indifferent way he spoke about death gave his words a powerful conviction.

No, that wouldn't do…

A motionless opponent would be no fun at all.

With a flick of his wrist, Hisoka conjured several playing cards, squinting as he said, "Fine, let's call it 'foreplay.' I agree. Now, what's the wager?"

"Let's bet… on whether you can successfully kill me," Moro said, staring straight at Hisoka.

Hearing the terms, Hisoka immediately understood and lost some of his initial enthusiasm.

"If your idea of foreplay is a game of cat and mouse… do you think I can restrain myself?"

As he spoke, Hisoka rested one hand on his hip, deliberately striking a provocative pose.

Moro noticed this trademark gesture of Hisoka's, as well as certain physical responses it revealed.

Still, Moro's expression remained calm as he said, one word at a time, "As I said, letting prey escape is a form of incompetence."

"…"

For the second time, Hisoka was silent.

Meanwhile, his aura grew even more intense, brimming with desire.

"And if—"

Hisoka stepped forward uncontrollably, his golden eyes focusing solely on Moro, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He asked, "I don't kill you?"

"One year," Moro replied, raising his left index finger. "If you lose, we'll end this 'passionate romance' immediately and enter a year-long 'cold war.'"

"Oh?"

Hisoka immediately grasped the implication.

If he lost, he'd have to wait an entire year before resuming their "intimate relationship"—a relationship defined by their deadly clashes.

Oddly enough, despite it being their first meeting, Hisoka felt an unusually high level of compatibility with Moro.

It would be a shame to kill him just like this—

But he couldn't help it.

No, he absolutely couldn't help it.

He had to kill him here and now.

Hisoka licked his lips uncontrollably, struggling to contain himself as he said, "How can we call it a romance if we don't even know each other's names?"

"Oh, true…"

Moro nodded. "I'm Moro."

Hearing the name, Hisoka raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. However, he didn't dwell on it, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Hisoka. That's my name. Now… can we begin?"

"Go ahead," Moro said.

He immediately threw the slightly flattened, green-glowing aura sphere at Hisoka, then quickly retreated to create distance.

Hisoka's grin widened to its limit as he charged forward. With a quick duck, he easily dodged the incoming aura sphere and continued his relentless pursuit of Moro.

At this moment, every cell in Hisoka's body seemed to be dancing with excitement.

As Moro watched Hisoka's face, a mix of exhilaration, desire, and unbridled anticipation, he couldn't help but admire his "top-tier theatrics."

Still, while he observed, he didn't stop moving.

Before Hisoka could close the distance, Moro created another flattened aura sphere and hurled it behind him.

After throwing the second sphere, Moro stopped retreating and instead charged toward Hisoka.

"Huh?"

Hisoka's finely tuned instincts seemed to detect the second sphere's return trajectory.

Almost reflexively, he halted his forward charge and leaned backward, just as the sphere zipped past his face.

"So it's a boomerang-like attack…"

With incredible flexibility, Hisoka straightened his posture in an instant and raised a card, preparing to slash at Moro's vital points.

But Moro leaped into the air, evading the returning sphere.

To Hisoka, this was a fatal mistake.

While Moro was midair, Hisoka redirected his cards toward him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The spinning cards hurtled toward the defenseless Moro.

But at that precise moment—

The aura sphere Moro had thrown earlier curved upward like a swallow pulling out of a low dive.

It was no longer targeting Moro.

The flattened aura sphere positioned itself beneath Moro, who landed on it in a crouch. It then launched him upward like a missile.

The cards only managed to slice through Moro's clothing before he soared higher, escaping unharmed.

From Hisoka's astonished perspective, the sphere seemed to act like a guided missile, carrying Moro into the sky.

The key was Moro's Star Mark technique—it wasn't limited to human targets.

Before coming here, Moro had marked a sparrow with the Star Mark ability.

Using a second aura sphere to track the Star Mark's directionality resulted in the scene Hisoka was now witnessing.

This was Moro's escape route!

Feeling a rare sense of exhilaration, Moro shouted, "Hisoka, you've lost!"

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