Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 31

Removing the Nen from a living person versus removing the Nen after death…

The difficulty between the two is as different as heaven and earth.

This is fundamentally why exorcising Nen is such a painful and arduous process for Erisel.

You must know—

Among all the exorcists in the world, fewer than ten possess the ability to remove the Post-mortem Nen.

Erisel is one of them. But, constrained by Appetite of the Anorexic, the stronger the Nen he has to remove, the more excruciating the process becomes for him.

This highlights the terrifying nature of the Post-mortem Nen.

However…

The Post-mortem Nen, which he had no idea how much energy and pain it would cost him to remove, was easily exorcised by the boy before him.

Yes.

This was not a dream!

Erisel could feel it…

The Post-mortem Nen he had consumed was suddenly gone before he had a chance to digest it.

This means that the boy’s exorcism technique is so powerful that even the Nen isolated outside could be completely eradicated.

“How is this possible? It’s impossible. The principle of equivalent exchange… is absolute, the absolute truth!”

“With such a powerful exorcism method, I wouldn’t be surprised if one had to give up their life on the spot!”

“But how… how did you do it?”

“You merely touched the subject, and you could remove that level of ‘Post-mortem Nen’!!!”

After his shock, Erisel lowered his head, showing a crazed expression, and stood there murmuring to himself.

“Can there really be an exorcist who reaches this realm…!!!”

He suddenly looked at Moyu, as if questioning him, and questioning himself.

The sensory impact of this short-term cognitive upheaval was too intense…

So intense that even if he saw it with his own eyes, he could only try to convince himself with the reason that it’s unbelievable.

“I am not an exorcist.”

Moyu’s response left Erisel stunned.

Not an exorcist?

What kind of joke was this?

He displayed a nearly perfect exorcism technique, and the answer is, “I am not an exorcist”?

Is he treating me like a fool?!

Erisel’s mind felt clogged, and his thoughts slowed.

If he were still his former self before becoming an exorcist, his pride would have made him display his anger.

However, having come so far on the path of an exorcist, deep down, he had a kind of morbid admiration for strength.

He held a revered position, had powerful exorcism methods, and looked down on everyone else.

If someone had higher status, fame, or strength than him, he would be willing to humble himself to the ground, or even bury himself below it.

“You… are truly humorous.”

Erisel seemed to forget Moyu’s age and spoke with utmost respect.

He wanted to know, he was desperate to find out how Moyu achieved it.

If he could get the “answer”…

Perhaps he could touch that “realm.”

“I’m really not an exorcist.”

Thinking of Erisel’s painful appearance when he exorcised for Hawk just now, Moyu patiently responded once again.

But that would be the last response.

In essence, he really wasn’t an exorcist, and he also wasn’t sure if he would have another “exorcism opportunity” in the future.

Of course, one thing is undeniable.

His ‘Soul Echo’ has high malleability, so it has the potential and space to transform into an exorcist type.

But after his Nen battle with Ian, there’s no chance that his ‘Soul Echo’ will develop in the direction of exorcism.

Unless his memory capacity is so extensive that he can squander it recklessly.

After giving his response, Moyu didn’t wait for Erisel’s reaction and turned to wake up the dazed Hawk.

Even Erisel, an exorcist, was so shocked. Not to mention Hawk, who was suddenly pulled out of the mire he had been trapped in for over a decade.

The ultimate problem that trapped him in that quagmire for so many years—

Was easily resolved by his own son?

This development was too dreamy.

Hawk’s mind crashed, and no matter how much Moyu shook him, he didn’t respond.

“Hey, Hawk, wake up. Something happened outside.”

Moyu shook Hawk vigorously by the collar, but Hawk, as if he lost his soul, showed no response.

“Snap.”

Seeing Hawk in such a state, in the urgency of the situation, Moyu slapped Hawk across the face.

Hawk’s expression shifted, and a clear handprint quickly appeared on his cheek.

Just like that, he was forcefully awakened by Moyu.

“Moyu, how did you…”

“Don’t ask. I don’t have time to explain. Come outside with me now.”

Moyu immediately interrupted Hawk’s question and swiftly moved towards the main door.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

At this moment, Hawk’s mind wasn’t fully functioning, and he looked puzzledly at Moyu’s retreating figure.

Moyu glanced back at Hawk.

“Enemies have arrived outside. Four Nen users in total. Cheadle is currently engaging them.”

If Moyu had to explain the whole situation and describe the scene in the forest, it would take roughly five hundred words.

In this pressing situation, Moyu condensed the information, retaining the judgment that the “enemies might be from the Pure team.”

Even if Moyu hadn’t mentioned the Pure team, upon hearing ‘enemies’ and ‘Nen users,’ Hawk naturally thought of them.

Damn…

Do they have a tracking Nen ability?

Hawk’s expression darkened.

Moyu noticed the change in Hawk’s demeanor.

Why would the Pure team, who had taken no substantive action in the past thirteen years, suddenly find them tonight…

Moyu had a suspicion in his heart but didn’t show it.

“Keep up.”

With that, Moyu dashed out of the hall without looking back.

“Eh…”

Hawk stared blankly at Moyu’s departing figure, his feelings mixed with an inexplicable sense of relief.

Elena, our son…

The fact he’s so much like you is truly a blessing.

Hawk gathered his thoughts, glanced back at Erisel, who stood still like a statue, said nothing, and dashed out of the hall, following Moyu’s lead.

Within the forest…

The glow of Nen shimmered brightly, casting its radiance on the ground.

“Boom, Boom—!”

Overwhelming and potent power created several large craters in the ground.

“Damn it, just like a mudfish…”

Sylvia got up, pulling back her fist that was covered in knuckle guards, glaring at Cheadle who held “Diagnostic Register.”

“My speed should be faster than hers. Is it my illusion?”

“It’s not an illusion.”

After Ken’s extremely cunning and sinister attack missed its mark, he confidently refuted Sylvia’s assessment, calmly saying, “If I’m not mistaken, her ability isn’t about enhancing sight but observation…”

“?”

Sylvia tilted her head looking at Ken, displaying her obvious confusion.

“…”

Ken’s mouth twitched slightly, exasperatedly saying, “Being from the Enhancement class as well, how come I feel you lack any thinking ability?”

Saying so,

He looked towards Cheadle, smiling as he posed a question.

“Why aren’t you retaliating? You’ve had plenty of opportunities.”

“To that question… I can answer you.”

Facing Ken’s inquiry, Cheadle deviated from her usual demeanor.

“Oh?”

Ken’s eyes squinted.