Hunter x Hunter Rise Meteor Street

Finks also rushed towards the oncoming Jiaer with expectant eyes and Qi in both hands.

On the busy street next to the hotel, some people were rushing, some were shopping, and some were eating while walking.

Vehicles were passing by fast and slow, and no one cared. Two teenagers were running and killing each other.

Jiaer ran faster and faster, and his fists quickly changed from being wrapped in Qi to being covered in flames. This change shocked the pedestrians on the road.

Finks also kept waving his right arm, like an invisible windmill.

As he ran, he felt Jiaer's Qi increasing and pressing towards him.

"You can turn Qi into flames, which really surprised me. It seems that you are worth me turning my arms a few more times!"

Jiaer's powerful mind ability approached, making Finks unable to control his excitement and constantly increasing the impact of his fists.

"Return to Heaven, Respectfully!"

"Red Flame Fist!"

Finally, one second later, Jiaer's Red Flame Fist, with dazzling flames, collided with Finks's right arm punch, which had rotated more than 50 times.

The two people looked at each other and met each other. At that moment, the two people seemed to collide with two meteors at high speed.

With a "bang", a huge air wave burst out from the collision of the two fists and rushed to the surroundings.

People passing by this scene on the street were hit to the other side of the road and fell to the ground before they could react.

The vehicle was also rolled in the air by the impact

several times, heavily overturned on the road, exploded, and flames and smoke came out. The people in the car struggled to climb out.

The window on the roadside near Jiaer and the others fighting was not spared, and all of them were blown to pieces.

After this heavy blow, Jiaer was hit by Finks's return to heaven punch and flew to a height of 50 meters in the air. His whole arm was numb.

"This guy's attack mode is to swing his arms and continuously accelerate the inertial impact? It's amazing. If my spirit doesn't match his punch, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to pieces by him."

The sound of wind in the air blew past Jiaer's ears. He looked down and glanced at everything that was hit on the ground.

The people lying in all directions, groaning, and damaged vehicles with thick smoke.

Jiaer activated the ability of transformation again, stretched out his right fist with a more fierce flame than before, and rushed towards Finks on the ground.

"You forced me to do it. I can only deal with you here."

Finks, who was hit by Jiaer, retreated forty or fifty meters away, and two deep grooves were scratched on the road with his feet.

The clothes on his right arm were burned by the fierce flames, and the skin was burned and ulcerated by the high temperature.

"Hiss, it's a very powerful attack. His flames can cause secondary damage."

Finks looked up at Jiaer in the air, lamenting his injuries, and prepared to launch a second round of attacks.

But it became very difficult to turn the right arm.

"Oops! I should have swung my arm 100 times just now, and I would have killed you directly, kid."

Finks found his tactical mistake and was thinking about turning his left arm to meet Jiaer's attack from the sky.

The air impact was more violent than before, and the extremely strong sense of oppression reminded Finks in his intuition that this blow might be the opponent's last full-strength blow.

Suddenly, Finks' mind flashed back to his past. He first punched when he was three years old.

At that time, he was still wandering on the streets, and every bite of food was snatched back by his fists from wild dogs and barbarians.

I can't remember what my parents look like now, and he relies on his fists to prove his existence.

At first, he could only defeat wild children of the same age as him, but he didn't find a place to hide and sleep peacefully after eating and drinking like them.

They don't think about tomorrow, and feel that thinking about the future is a meaningless thing.

When Finks' stomach is full, he will continue to practice his punches.

He would throw a thousand punches every day, and gradually his speed became faster and faster. The wild kids on the street were no longer his opponents.

Whether they were fighting one-on-one or five or six people at the same time, Finks could knock down the people who kept rushing up in the crowd one by one.

After the age of six, his talent was discovered by Moore, a gangster.

That day, Moore was fighting with dozens of people from another gang in an alley.

Moore killed more than a dozen people with one punch. Suddenly, a guy appeared behind Moore and was about to shoot Moore.

Finks, who was passing by, jumped up and knocked him down with one punch.

Moore turned around and saw Finks, smiled and said:

"Don't go, kid, wait for me."

I saw Moore rushing into the crowd of the other side like an arrow, hitting them, and people kept falling down.

After the fight, Moore gave Finks the first fixed place to sleep in his life, the warehouse of their organization.

There were all kinds of gang equipment, pistols, submachine guns, daggers, grenades, machetes, baseball bats, swing sticks, hand daggers, etc.

There are all kinds of gang paraphernalia you can imagine, and they are taken out and used at every turn.

Moore is different from other gang members. He is not used to using weapons. He likes the feeling of hitting flesh.

Every time he heard the groan of a broken rib and the deformed facial features of the opponent, he felt that the most primitive way of killing was the most enjoyable way of fighting.

When there was no mission, Moore would fight with Finks, and he began to explore the greatest destructive ability in this child.

Moore asked Finks to fight with thinking, and every blow must be fatal, so that he could save his physical strength the most.

"Finks, your fists are okay for hitting children, but it's not enough for killing people. I'll take you to a place where you can find the trick to killing the fastest."

In order to let Finks experience the life and death experience of a real battle, Moore took Finks through several streets.

Knocked on the door of a bar, passed the drunken crowd, and came to the corner behind.

There was a staircase going down all the way. After they walked five floors, they passed a dark corridor and found light at the end of the corridor.

It turned out that there was an entrance and exit. After they walked in, Finks' ears were filled with the roars of various beasts.

In front of him was a huge circular iron fence, with circles of spectators, or gamblers.

These spectators were people who liked to go crazy and witness bloody scenes.

They roared loudly, saliva splashed from their mouths, and the people sitting in the front row waved their fists and kept hitting the iron fence.

"Welcome to the underground Colosseum. Tonight's duel is still exciting. Audiences who haven't placed bets can go and buy them. While feeling the excitement, you can also make a small profit. Why not!"

The loudspeaker just above the iron fence began to announce the list of tonight's duels, and Moore took Finks to the bottom of the fence.

That night will be the night when he feels the deepest about life and death.

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