Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 22

Acquiring the ability of Shared Vision was within Moyu’s expectations.

However, when it came to further expansion of abilities…

Moyu was in no hurry and felt confident.

At present, by just setting up a condition of Shared Pain, he could achieve the ability of Shared Vision.

In the future, if he wanted to make the combined ability of Soul Echo stronger, he could consider establishing a restriction of Shared Injury.

But compared to the restriction of Shared Injury, Moyu currently preferred conditions like Double Stamina Consumption, Double Aura Consumption, and Life Span Consumption.

He could even establish a mechanism of Unlimited Pain based on Shared Pain.

But before there’s a demand, Moyu wasn’t eager to expand his abilities further. Consolidating the foundation of the Four Major Principles was more critical.

Moreover, the vow rewards that came with this constraint might still have some left.

Thud, thud…

Inside the room, the sound of fists against flesh echoed.

Moyu was practicing some basic martial art techniques taught to him by Light on the shadow figure.

With every punch, every kick.

The resulting pain was accurately reflected back on Moyu.

Moyu frowned but showed no hesitation in his punches. The shadow figure, however, stood still like a wooden post, allowing the attacks.

If it weren’t for Cheadle staying in a guest room on the other side of the courtyard, Moyu probably would have made a lot more noise.

However, in reality, Cheadle was not in her guest room.

In the pitch-dark forest, noisy insect sounds came from all directions.

Cheadle picked up her phone and answered a call from Hawk.

“You’ve seen Moyu, haven’t you?”

Hawk’s voice came from the phone.

Compared to the weak tone from last night, Hawk’s voice now sounded much stronger.

After a day, his condition seemed to have improved.

“I have, and I’m quite pleased with all aspects, especially his looks,” Cheadle replied, eyes looking forward, casually sending out thin, fragile aura threads, hanging them between shrubs and trees.

“Looks?”

Hawk’s tone conveyed his confusion, “Moyu is indeed handsome, but from what I know of you, you aren’t someone who would consider looks in an evaluation, right?”

“Oh, I won’t deny that,”

Cheadle sneered and said, “But seeing that Moyu doesn’t look anything like you, I can’t help but be pleased.”

“This…”

Hawk on the other end seemed choked, struggling to respond.

That statement was quite bitter.

Cheadle could imagine Hawk’s reaction. Without showing any emotion, she asked, “You didn’t call at this time just to ask about this, did you?”

“Of course not.”

Hawk asked seriously, “How advanced is Moyu’s Nen now?”

After a brief silence, Cheadle slowly replied, “Based on my judgment alone, his ‘Ten’ feels like he has trained for more than half a year.”

“He’s progressed so quickly?!”

Hawk’s tone was not of surprise or pride, but horror, “He awakened his Nen less than half a month ago!”

“Yes, so what you said before was correct. Moyu truly has exceptional talent. Throughout my teaching career, I have encountered many talented juniors, but the gap between them and Moyu is very evident.”

As Cheadle walked slowly through the forest, she methodically released aura threads.

Facing such high praise from a two-star professional hunter, Hawk couldn’t feel elated at all.

“We can’t let Moyu continue like this. If we fail… and the price, which feeds on Nen, shifts to Moyu, I fear he might wither in an instant…”

“Hawk, I don’t agree with your judgment.”

Cheadle had some understanding of the power of the price, but her views differed from Hawk’s.

“The strength of the price returned by that ‘Libra’ is indeed proportional to the Nen strength of the host. But don’t forget, Nen is also the only thing that can protect Moyu in such a situation. Moreover…”

At this point, Cheadle’s tone became chilling.

“Don’t mention the word failure in front of me, even if you preface it with an ‘if’, especially when you only make things messier.”

“I…”

Hawk’s voice weakened, reflecting his lack of confidence, “Acting on my own was my mistake, but rest assured, I made many preparations before taking action, I won’t…”

“Hawk.”

With a stern tone, Cheadle interrupted Hawk:

“Can you stop being so optimistic? Apart from the fact that you can’t use the power of Rat Jewel now, even if you could, have you forgotten about your ability constraints? In terms of direct combat abilities, giving you an E-level rating would still be overrating you! If your actions attract the guys from the Old Pure Team, we might not even have the strength left to handle the price!”

Hawk was rendered speechless.

Indeed, as Cheadle mentioned, his Rat Jewel was unavailable as it was helping to suppress the Libra.

Under this premise, he still had to bear the restriction set when he created his ability. In terms of direct combat capabilities, it indeed was hard to feel reassured.

“I’m sorry.”

Hawk apologized, then cautiously added, “Luckily, we still have you.”

“You idiot…”

Cheadle grumbled, “I’ve always been the type not good at combat. Knowing this, don’t expect me to solve all the difficult problems for you.”

Again, Hawk was rendered silent.

Yes, Cheadle is a professional hunter who values ‘practicality’, and her innate talent is top-tier. All the Nen abilities she’s developed so far perfectly embody this practicality.

But the problem lies in this practicality style.

Due to her professional requirements—

Most of the practical Nen abilities Cheadle developed were non-combative.

Meaning, Cheadle herself wasn’t good at fighting.

If members of the Old Pure Team were to find this place…

The combat effectiveness of a team-up between him and Cheadle would be nothing short of disastrous.

Seeing that there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, Cheadle tried to calm her emotions.

This situation had piled a lot of stress on her, but usually, she wouldn’t show it.

It was just Hawk’s optimism that made her snap.

However, after venting, she felt that getting angry because of this man was a terrible experience.

Cheadle took a deep breath and coldly said, “The exorcist I contacted will probably be here in three days. You better start worrying about the compensation.”

With that, she promptly hung up.

Deep in the night, atop a certain skyscraper.

A tall, slender man stood at the edge, dressed in a black suit. The cigarette between his lips was losing its short-lived ember, snuffed by the strong wind rushing against him.

Ding.

A notification sound emanated from the phone in his hand.

He picked it up, and a short message caught his eye.

“Struck the Jackpot!”

Reading the message, the man squinted and smirked, intending to take another deep drag from his cigarette—

Only to find that it had already burnt out.

Oh, the meddling wind…

He felt a twinge of regret.

“Why are you trying to act cool when you clearly aren’t?”

From behind him, a disdainful female voice remarked.