Hunter X Hunter: The Strongest Corpse Touch

293 The Last Cry Of The Undead Bone Demon Clan!

"Where is he?! Where the hell is he..."

"boom!!"

Before Overfield's sluggish nerves could react, he felt as if his chest had been stepped on by a giant beast from the Dark Continent. The huge force made him feel a violent shock from his front. pain!

"Crack!"

The bone body that had just been healing tended to break again, with more and denser cracks than before, and even a faint tendency to collapse!

With the last of his strength, Overjord caught sight of Ron's movements.

The fist full of astonishing strength instantly bombarded his skeletal chest.

The hard body that I was once proud of is now so broken that it has no blocking effect at all. It was directly pierced by this punch, running through the front and back!

I don't know if it was the severe pain that stimulated the brain to become clear for an instant, or the last flashback before death, which made Overold's spirit suddenly cheer up, as if the original strength had returned to him.

He clearly knew that Ron's serious injury made his already serious injury worse, and it had reached the limit he could accept.

If he didn't slow down and deal another damage of the same power, even with his tenacious vitality, he would definitely not be able to see the sun outside the canyon!

Looking at Ron's movements and starting gestures, it is obvious that he is following the policy of "killing you while you are sick" and has no intention of stopping. He will stop all movements only after killing Overfield completely.

No way! I can’t sit still! I still want to conquer the human world, become the king of this Mobius lake, and then gather enough strength to fight back to the Dark Continent one day!!

Overjord roared in his heart, he gave up all his defenses, and concentrated all his strength and thoughts on the bone gun.

He clearly knows that even if he uses all his strength to defend, in front of this human being whose strength has been greatly improved and his state is at its peak, at most it will only delay his defeat.

Although the chances are slim, if you really want to survive and complete the counter-kill, you have to give it a go!

Do your best to kill this human in front of you!

All he can rely on is the bone gun in his hand!

Overjoyed made a decision in an instant. With a sudden thought, he directly controlled the deformation of his sternum, and used his physical strength to firmly lock Ron's pierced arm in the middle.

"Um."?"

Ron was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that Overold had run out of oil and lamps to this point, and he still had the power to fight back.

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

When Overjord jammed Ron's arm, the arm holding the bone gun rose quickly.

It covered all the thoughts he had left, and stabbed fiercely towards Ron's chest!!

The icy blue flames in the bone eyes were beating extremely fast, and there was a hint of arrogance that would give up life and forget death.

However~

"The power is good, but unfortunately, it's too slow~"

Ron's faint voice came, and at the same time the other hand spread out the palm and grabbed it forward!

Immediately, under the stunned and slightly desperate eyes of Overold, Ron's big hand directly held the tip of the bone gun.

The current Ron is not the same as before, and Overfield is far from its heyday.

Wrap the air around the palm of your hand with "firm" and "hard", and catch it at the right time. It seems powerful, but the actual power is just like that. Isn't it difficult?

Did it fail in the end?

The look in Overjord's eyes faded quickly, and there was a pessimistic mood all over his body, even Ron could feel it.

The last comeback method was easily resolved by the opponent. Obviously, Overfield no longer had the desire to fight and the hope of surviving.

There is no hysterical and crazy shouting, and there is no desperate frustration.

Yes, just endless loneliness and compromise to fate, his era is over.

Knowing the ending, he left himself a bit of final majesty.

The sternum loosened, and after releasing Ron's hand, the figure staggered back two steps.

Without any words, he broke free his hands and looked up at the sky, without even looking at Ron.

As the king of the undead family, he finally died at the hands of humans he despised. This result made him never lower his proud head and give up that little bit of dignity.

"Let's go all the way~"

Ron was silent for a moment, whispered the last five words, and then raised the arm that had just been removed from the breastbone.

boom!!

The bone fragments scattered all over the ground, and the last sound of the undead bone demon clan came from the quiet path~

So far, the undead bone demon clan, which has been passed down for an unknown number of years, has completely withdrawn from the historical stage of the Hunter world!

At the starting point of the intersection of Yangchang Trail~

`~ Shua!"

Ron's eyes instantly regained clarity, and his whole body instantly relaxed.

Ending Overold's life and returning the dominant consciousness basically declared the end of this exploration.

After relaxing slightly, Ron stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and then he felt something was wrong.

Turning his gaze to the side, he found that Jin was staring at him with a strange expression on his face.

"...What's the matter?"

"Nothing~" Jin shook his head, but frowned, rubbed his chin and said with some doubts:

"I don't know if it's my illusion, just now I seemed to feel that your strength (Zhao Lizhao) has made a lot of progress, which made me feel a little palpitation~"

Ron glanced at him, the guy's perception was less acute than a dog's nose.

Maybe Gon's nose is from Jin's inheritance, maybe?

"By the way, how is the situation this time?"

Jin himself changed the topic first, and asked with some expectation.

"Well, I got everything I need to take..."

Ron responded with a smile, a Japanese pun.

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, Jin exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I don't have to listen to the sound of flies buzzing in my ears~"

Obviously, in Jin's view, the harassment of those so-called artists is no different from the chirping of flies.

This is not to ridicule the artist, but to say that it is undoubtedly a very painful thing to communicate when the tastes and styles of the two parties are not equal.