Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 8

The atmosphere in the temple’s courtyard changed instantly with the arrival of the man.

The aura, made up of Nen, could vividly reflect the emotional fluctuations of Nen users.

At this moment, the man exuded a chilling murderous intent from his aura.

Facing this aura, saturated with killing intent, Monica, an ordinary person, felt tormented.

However, Moyu remained unaffected, hiding his presence as best he could in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.

The man walked towards Monica.

From the moment he entered the courtyard, his gaze never wavered from Monica.

Stopping in front of Monica, he smiled, “Do you know why I haven’t killed you yet?”

Monica, her face pale as ash, could only stare wide-eyed as the entity she perceived as a monster approached.

Her mind was paralyzed by his killing aura, leaving her incapable of answering.

“Can’t even muster the strength to guess, can you?”

Seeing Monica’s reaction, the man’s smile deepened, “No matter. I quite enjoy chatting. In the limited time we have, let me unilaterally explain why I haven’t killed you right away. The reason is…”

Mid-sentence, the man, like a leopard suddenly pouncing, lunged at Moyu, who was hidden in the dark corner.

Whether his statement to Monica was redundant at this point didn’t matter.

And whether he truly “liked to chat” also became irrelevant.

The man aimed to distract and manipulate Moyu’s attention with words, intending to end the fight quickly.

“…”

Facing the man’s sudden assault, a look of panic unmistakably crossed Moyu’s face.

In that split second, the man caught Moyu’s reaction.

“Just a brat after all.”

With a sneer of disdain, the man, channeling a surge of Nen into his right fist, aimed a lightning-fast punch at Moyu’s vital spot.

Facing this lethal strike, Moyu, seemingly petrified, hurriedly moved back to dodge. In his haste, he seemed to trip over something, falling onto his behind.

This caused the man’s punch to miss.

However, Moyu, now on the ground, appeared to have lost all ability to counter.

Unless he had a weapon to extend his attack range in his possession, what awaited him would be the man’s second, lethal assault.

However, Moyu clearly had no weapon in his hand.

When it came down to it…

The boy before him was, at best, a novice just beginning to grasp the power of Nen, with no understanding of what combat really was. He was hardly a threat.

“You probably thought that’s what I was thinking, didn’t you?”

The man’s mocking smile vanished suddenly, replaced by a cold, snake-like gaze, focusing intently on Moyu’s hands which supported him on the ground.

At that moment, Moyu, taking advantage of his fall, swiftly drew out a long Western-style chef’s knife hidden under a rag and fiercely thrust it towards the man’s wrist, which was still positioned for a punch.

That was the closest target for Moyu to attack.

However, the man had been vigilant from the start. He noticed Moyu’s subtle move immediately. How could he possibly get stabbed?

Dodging would have been no problem—

But, in order to end the fight swiftly and efficiently, the man, who seemed to take pleasure in killing, shockingly spread his right palm and intentionally met the incoming chef’s knife.

Splash!

The sharp blade pierced right through the man’s palm, splattering a significant amount of blood.

Yet, the man remained expressionless. Instead of retracting his hand, he forcefully pressed downwards on the blade.

Amidst the splatter of blood, the man’s entire hand slid from the blade to the hilt of the knife.

Following that, seemingly indifferent to the pain, the man used the blood-drenched hand pierced by the knife to tightly grip Moyu’s knife-holding hand.

“My aura output is leagues above yours. From the moment I got close and controlled you, you had already lost everything. Come on, let me see your real panic.”

The man looked calm and composed. His other hand, radiating with Nen, was ready to end Moyu’s life at any given moment.

Defeating a Nen user without even using a special ability.

Even if it was just a rookie, it still brought some sense of achievement.

Moyu made a feeble attempt to resist, but due to his aura output being inferior to the man’s, his struggles were ineffective.

However, the man’s heightened alertness surprised him. The determination and ruthlessness to achieve victory, even at the cost of injury, was not to be underestimated.

This guy… was more troublesome than he appeared.

“So you deliberately talked so much to Monica not just to distract me, but you actually really enjoy chatting, huh?”

Moyu sighed softly. While not entirely composed, he didn’t display the panic and fear the man anticipated.

The man stared intently at Moyu’s reaction and coldly said, “It seems I underestimated you. In your next life, don’t stick your neck out carelessly. That way, you might live a bit longer.”

“As if you’d let me go even if I didn’t make a move. Your aura fully exposes your true vile nature.”

“Tsk, was I that obvious?”

The man murmured, “Indeed, upon sensing your aura, I already marked you as my prey.”

Before his words even settled, he launched a punch, aiming for Moyu’s vital point.

Seemingly cornered and unable to evade, Moyu had been waiting precisely for this moment when the man would make his lethal move.

Just as the fierce punch was about to shatter Moyu’s skull, a pair of jet-black hands, appearing out of nowhere, reached out from both sides of the man’s cheeks, covering his face and violently twisting it backward.

Snap!

The man’s head was abruptly bent backward by these hands, causing his throat to snap and blood to gush out.

“Hmm?”

The sudden turn of events froze the man’s expression, and confusion rapidly entwined within his mind like creeping vines.

What just happened?

He tried to speak, but only managed to produce a wheezing, unintelligible sound, quickly falling lifeless to the ground.

The shadow figure that had mysteriously appeared behind the man withdrew its hands, and under Moyu’s command, reverted to its normal shadow state.

It was a layered illusion that concealed the existence of the shadow entity. Then, at the crucial moment, this shadow entity revealed itself to deliver the fatal blow.

Thus, the battle ended in less than a minute.

Moyu looked down at the man’s corpse, brewing with a certain inexplicable emotion.

A mix of joy and satisfaction.

“It’s odd. I’m quite certain I don’t enjoy killing, but why do I feel this way?”

Moyu raised his index finger to his chin, musing aloud:

“Is it because I saw this guy step into the trap I laid out, one step after another? Or because I eliminated a nuisance without much effort? A sort of euphoria, like speed-running a game?”

“Right, I don’t even know this guy’s name, or his Nen ability… Wait, did he even have a Nen ability?”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Moyu lightly shook his head, once again looking at the man’s corpse.

That feeling of victory, it still echoed within him.

Battles with Nen are fascinating. Just one successful ploy and the battle can end in an instant.

And I can still become even stronger…

With that thought, a smile unknowingly crept onto Moyu’s face.

Monica, having seen the man’s fate and Moyu’s emerging smile, felt a chill run down her spine.