Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Cry——

A long and strange cry came from the night sky.

Netero looked sideways and saw the dragon-like monster of the Zoldyck family, which looked like a dragon but not a dragon, and a bird but not a bird, flying down from the clouds.

Zeno and Silva both stood on its back.

Zeno nodded to Netero, pointed at the monster under him, and motioned Netero to come up.

Netero understood, and jumped again, stepping on the sharp claws of the dragon bird monster and flew up.

He landed on the thick, long and wide back of the dragon bird, and "Hundred Styles of Guanyin" disappeared.

Netero glanced at Zeno, paused, and laughed.

"Zeno, didn't you say that you would never care about anything other than the mission? Why are you still here?"

Zeno put his hands behind his back and laughed.

"Because it's rare to see. The fall of the strongest man in the past and the birth of two monsters."

Netero was not angry, but just laughed.

From the time he was a toddler to his old age, Zeno has always regarded Netero as the strongest in the six continents.

His feelings for Netero are enough to be called respect, there is no doubt about that, and what he said just now was just a bit of a sigh.

The younger generation pushes the older generation forward, not only him, but even Netero, a recognized evergreen in martial arts, has been caught up and surpassed by young people.

This is really a very complicated feeling.

Zeno and Silva watched the battle in the air. Although they couldn't see it clearly, they could generally feel that Germain and Meruem were not giving in to each other from the collision of their thoughts.

Even Netero couldn't intervene.

It was too intense to attack and defend, with no breathing space.

If Netero insisted on letting "Hundred Styles of Guanyin" blast out a palm wind, whether he could hit it and who he would hit was a matter of luck.

However, after the initial shock, Zeno and Silva remained calm after the aggressiveness and violence shown by Meruem.

This is because the Zoldyck family has always held a trump card.

It is hard to say what price they will pay in the end if they use that trump card to deal with Meruem.

If possible, they father and son do not want things to go to that extent.

It would be best if Germain could win tonight.

If he fails, the saturation bombardment of human shells from the six continents can kill Meruem, which is also an acceptable result.

Zeno glanced at Netero again.

"But you, President Netero, didn't you say before that if you can't beat Meruem in a one-on-one duel, you will win at all costs?"

"Is it because you don't want Germain to be buried with you if you don't detonate the "Rose of the Poor" now?"

Netero stroked his beard and shook his head.

"At first, it was, but later it was not..."

"Zeno, because the situation was not optimistic at the time, I told a lie to Germain and Meruem. "

He raised his hand and knocked on his chest, feeling the movement inside.

Zeno and Silva's eyes widened slightly.

Netero looked serious.

"I was seriously injured at the time, so I accepted the healing of "Breath of the Archangel", and she removed the "Rose of the Poor" that was obviously not part of my chest. "

"Soon after I was completely healed, I noticed this, but I didn't say it, trying to use lies to gain an advantage for me and Germain. "

"However, the battle has evolved to this point, and there is no chance for me to intervene, and I don't need to hide this matter. "

Netero looked down at the Eye of the Abyss from the dragon-like and bird-like monster.

"Now we have only one way to go, which is to win. Otherwise, if Meruem eats Germain, the consequences will be disastrous..."

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The underground test site was in chaos, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the space was constantly compressed.

The battlefield between Germain and Meruem was limited, but their fight became more and more violent.

The two of them were rampaging underground, and the waves of their thoughts alone were enough to destroy everything around them.

Meruem felt that he had an advantage, an advantage that had opened the door to victory for him in the general direction of the game.

However, he needed to make Germain really fall into a dead end, with no way out.

Puff--

In the dark, Meruem bit Germain's shoulder fiercely, and then quickly bit off a piece of meat and swallowed it whole.

German didn't care, and after quickly stopping the bleeding, he joined the battle again.

Whenever he had the chance, Meruem would bite off a piece of Germain's flesh.

Germain's flesh and blood could nourish Meruem and replenish his consumed energy.

As one side gained, the other lost, and the balance no longer existed. The scale completely fell towards Meruem...

That was how it should have been.

However, in the extreme environment, under the collision of flesh, under the stimulation of blood and pain, Germain's spirit surprisingly held up until now and has not collapsed.

Incredible.

Meruem has taken the advantage, but he still can't overwhelm Germain and fail to achieve the winning blow.

Not only that, through the offensive of both sides, the true thoughts of Germain's mind were constantly transmitted to Meruem's heart.

It is said that when the swordsmen of Wano Country fight with swords, they can feel the opponent's inner will from the opponent's blade.

This is a similar situation.

The "King" wants to overwhelm Germain and wants to defeat him completely.

But Meruem could feel Germain's tenacity and perseverance, as if he really wanted to continue fighting to the end of the world.

For the first time, Meruem had a strange thought.

Perhaps he was not the life form that was destined to stand at the top of the world after the continuous evolution of all the Chimera Ants.

Perhaps he still knew too little about this world.

If he was really the "king" born at the top of the food chain, why was he trapped by the man in front of him in a place like the Republic of East Goth?

Meruem should have been invincible.

In fact, Germain could feel the severe pain of the wounds all over his body, but he could no longer interpret this pain.

The pain of the wound is usually a punishment for the weaker party in the fight.

However, this punishment is not worth mentioning for Germain now.

What he wants is to continue fighting and win.

The elite is undoubtedly experienced in hundreds of battles and has experienced countless death battles.

The master is undoubtedly a school of his own, with his own path, and does not need the guidance of others.

And the champion is undoubtedly a king who is the best.

Germain was immersed in it, unaware of the outside world and the passage of time.

He quietly sneaked into Meruem's heart and felt the changes in Meruem's body and mind.

The synaesthesia of both sides caused a wonderful change in the battle at this moment.

They began to miss each other.

This was because they both felt the will of the other party and guessed the next attack of the other party, and then both missed.

And the frequency of such misses is increasing.

Now they look like two clumsy boxers who don't even know how to hit each other's head with their fists.

However, once you consider that even if the attack misses, the mind waves blasted out are enough to shatter the ground, like a cannonball explosion, it will be chilling.

It is also because of synaesthesia that Meruem can't help but notice the changes in Germain's body.

Before this, he was so seriously injured, but he actually regained his strength and became more powerful.

Meruem still accepted it.

However, at this moment, Germain became stronger again, as if he had destroyed the boulder that he had been carrying on his shoulders.

He was climbing up the mountain.

The vortex of mind energy formed unconsciously, engulfing Germain and Meruem.

Both sides had fought to the point of blood and flesh being blurred, unable to tell each other apart.

The pain caused by Meruem hitting Germain was actually fed back due to synaesthesia, as if he was hitting himself.

The spirits of both sides were tense together and kept stretching like a rubber band.

It stretched to the limit.

Finally, snap, it broke.

Meruem's eyes widened.

Germain was bathed in silver-white light, and his offensive punches hit the flesh, and continuously emitted brilliant silver light and made explosions.

"Critical hit" --

Continuous "critical hit" --

When low-probability events are unreasonably linked together and become the norm, the situation will completely collapse.

Boom boom boom --

The tight fishing net woven by countless offensives was finally completely closed at this moment.

Fists, feet, meat saws, shotguns, flamethrowers, spiral canes, and the sword Qianying kept hitting Meruem, shattering all of his outer shell defenses!

What was even more terrifying was that with the "critical hit", Germain's injuries were visible to the naked eye!

Meruem, who had completely turned into a bloody man, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then with bloodshot eyes, he tried to bite Germain's right hand.

However, Germain's headbutt was also a critical hit, smashing Meruem's face into it, and his eyeballs were squeezed to the sides.

And he clenched his right hand, broke through the wind and swung his fist, hitting Meruem's temple who was no longer able to defend himself!

Puff——

That was the sound of shattering.

Germain could still feel the ferocity in Meruem's heart.

Meruem would never give in!

So he continued to attack without restraint, smashing Meruem's limbs and Meruem's torso!

In the final blow, Germain grabbed the meat saw in the air with his own hands and chopped it hard on Meruem's face, splitting Meruem's head completely in half!

Puff——

Meruem, who was completely unrecognizable, finally collapsed on the cracked and uneven ground.

Germain panted rapidly, and he himself became a bloody man, and the blood had long been flowing out.

However, he also had a lot of injuries on his body, which had been healed by the "serial critical hits".

He stared down at the fallen Meruem, and finally could not feel any of Meruem's thoughts and breath.

Germain's mood at this time was what the ancestors of mankind had felt in ancient times.

They used sharpened spears and burning flames to knock down one after another beasts that had driven them into despair, and finally stepped on them and made them one of their own recipes.

Go all out and kill them all, this is my greatest respect for you.