Mi Ji suffered from heatstroke and was almost dehydrated.
In order to increase his persuasion, he opened his clothes, and his white and tender flesh was covered with sweat visible to the naked eye.
Kurt's face was expressionless.
Members of the Beat the Dike family have to undergo "scorching heat" training at a very young age, and this is just an insignificant part of the hellish training.
So even if Mi Ji did such a funny behavior, Kurt would not believe Mi Ji's excuse for heat stroke.
"What do you see?"
Kurt turned his eyes and looked at the remote control in Mi Ji's hand.
He didn't pay attention to the screen on the remote control just now. When he wanted to look at it now, he could only see a black screen.
Mi Ji sighed, struggling to suppress the fear in his heart.
"Kurt, I should have thought of it earlier..."
"What?"
Kurt frowned, not knowing whether Mi Ji suddenly fell ill or something happened, and his behavior and behavior were quite strange.
More importantly, he could feel what Mi Ji was afraid of at this moment.
Anyway, no matter what happened, you should tell me what you saw!
Mi Ji's fat, sweaty face was full of fear and solemnity, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother concealed some facts, I should have thought of it..."
"Um?"
Kurt pinched the paper fan with his knuckles and exerted force subconsciously. Veins appeared faintly on the back of his white palm, and he resisted the urge to fan Mi Ji.
Mi Ji didn't seem to notice Kurt's psychological activities. He lowered his head and bit his thumb, with a trembling tone in his voice: "No wonder brother is so miserable this time. I should have thought of it..."
"..."
Curt took a deep breath.
Mi Ji noticed Kurt taking a deep breath and took a deep breath as well.
Immediately——
He looked at Kurt and suggested with great solemnity: "How about we withdraw?"
"..."
Kurt was silent for a second or two, held the paper fan tightly, and then asked one word at a time: "So, what exactly did you see?!"
"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier..."
"Crack, snap, snap!"
"Oh, what are you doing, Kurt..."
"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"
After a while.
Mi Ji sat on the sand, his plump face covered with red marks left by the paper fan.
"Kurt, dad once specifically warned my eldest brother not to provoke a man named Moyo, do you still remember?"
"Yeah, remember."
Kurt put away the smashed paper fan and related memories flashed through his mind.
That was already two or three years ago...
Because it was the first time he saw his father being so serious and rarely complaining that the business was not a good deal, he remembered it very clearly.
Mi Ji looked at Kurt and sighed: "Brother lost his limbs because he didn't listen to the warning."
"Is that man named Moyu in there?"
Kurt reacted quickly and finally understood what Mi Ji was afraid of, and couldn't help but subconsciously look at the building in front of him.
Mi Ji nodded and said, "Yes, so withdraw. Dad will definitely not blame us."
"I see."
Kurt slowly withdrew his gaze.
Mi Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this and said with emotion: "It's good if you understand. If you are such a dangerous person..."
"But we are here to take Brother Killua home, not to provoke that person named Moyu."
Kurt pointed out the key points of this operation calmly.
Miji's emotion suddenly stopped.
Inside the venue.
Moyu asked for a stack of playing cards from Hisoka, and then began to draw a divine word with "transfer ability" on the playing cards.
Since the transfer distance requirement is not high, even if the structure of this divine word is simplified, it can still exert the same ability.
This saves a lot of time and energy.
In less than three minutes, Moyu finished writing the divine word with the ability to transfer in one direction, and then controlled the shadow to separate a small part and wrap it around the playing cards.
Because the effect of this divine word is a one-way transfer, it is necessary to reserve a small amount of mental power on top of the divine word as a switch for activation.
And Moyu's shadow can split into dozens or even hundreds of pieces freely.
Although the strength is almost zero, it is still enough to activate the switch.
"Try the effect."
Moyu picked up the playing cards wrapped in black shadow and tossed them away.
call out--
Black playing cards spin and fly out.
Moyu immediately activated the telekinesis on the split shadow.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Moyu appeared out of thin air above the playing cards.
"good."
Moyu's heart moved, and he wanted to grab the playing card after teleporting, but failed.
After all, this was the first time he tried this method, and his proficiency was not enough to make such a delicate operation, so he could only let the playing cards fly forward and hit the wall.
There was a snap.
The playing card hit the wall and slowly fell to the ground. When the shadow escaped, it was already torn into pieces.
As a carrier of the divine word, it is not easy to use the playing cards once due to their quality.
If it weren't for the shadow of the split body, even the stability wouldn't be guaranteed.
Moyu looked at the fragments of playing cards that fell in the corner, raised his hand to his chin, and said to himself:
"The transfer is obviously not as smooth as the 'transformation'. There is an obvious feeling of stiffness, but the impact is not significant."
After the initial attempt was successful, Moyou counted the number of playing cards and there were still thirty-two.
Before the competition with Nitro began, he had to draw simplified transference words on these playing cards.
Afterwards, Moyu began to work hard.
It took nearly two hours for Moyo to successfully draw twenty-six transfer playing cards.
The other six were scrapped by him.
"It should be enough."
Looking at the twenty-six playing cards in his hand, Moyu let out a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa.
After thinking about it, Moyu took out his cell phone and sent Menqi a text message about not having dinner, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The competition time is set in the evening, and before then, Moyu needs to adjust his condition.
Around this time, Curt sneaked into the building alone and found Killua after many twists and turns.
As for Kurapika and Gon next to Killua, they were directly ignored by Curt.
"Brother Killua, dad asked me to come. He wants you to go home now."
Kurt, who was wearing a purple kimono, stood in front of Killua, and his tone when he spoke revealed a hint of fragility unique to women.
If Mi Ji were here, he would definitely shout unfair, why are they the same brother, but their attitudes are so different!
"I'll go back when I've had enough fun."
Killua didn't buy it at all.
Dad is not here, so he is not afraid at all.
"If you don't go back, Brother Killua, then I can only follow you until you change your mind and go home."
"ha?!"
Killua's face suddenly fell.
Curt, on the other hand, looked calm and didn't care at all about Killua's reaction.
If you don't go home, I'll pester you!
This was the rhetoric that Kurt had already thought of before he came over.
Anyway, there is a person who takes the blame who does not want to contribute, so even if he fails to bring Brother Killua back today, Curt will not have any worries.
And I can take this opportunity to play outside with Brother Killua for a while.
Kurt's little calculation was crackling.
Killua doesn't know what Kurt has in mind, and he doesn't want to have a follower behind him.
Gon and Kurapika found it difficult to intervene in this topic, so they could only look at each other from the side.
The few people in the room did not notice the fleeting figure outside the window.
This figure is actually Jin Fulisi who arrived just in time to watch the excitement.
He still looked unkempt, wearing a cloak that looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time.
"Do you want to run away..."
Jin whispered to himself in some distress.
He knew that Xiaojie participated in this hunter test, and also knew that Moyu and Nitro were going to have a fight after the test.
So he stepped on it.
But what he didn't expect was...
The hunter test is over, but Xiaojie hasn't left yet.
What Jin is worried about now is that Xiaojie may also go to watch the match between Moyu and Nitro.
When he thought of this possibility, Jin was suddenly in a dilemma.
Should we simply run away, or should we take a certain "risk" to watch the fun?
"Oh, right."
Jin suddenly thought of a way.
Before he came, he made some inquiries about the hunter test process, and thus learned about Moyo's trick of wearing a Nitro mask.
Regardless of whether Xiaojie will go to watch the battle, he can simply dress up and then go to Moyu to borrow a Nitro mask.
Just do it if you think of it!
Jin ran to find Moyu.
In the evening, the sky was dyed red by the setting sun.
Inside the construction venue.
This was the venue for the final test, and now it is the arena where Moyo and Nitro compete.
The two of them stood in the field, about thirty meters apart.
Menqi, Xiaodi, Buhara, Satz, and Doumianren stood beside the wall outside the venue, leaving the maximum area of the venue to Moyo and Nitro, who were preparing for the competition.
Killua and the others also came, but they were further away, almost standing next to the gate.
Kurt, who came to persuade Killua to go home, could not come in with him and could only wait outside.
"Well……"
Beside the wall, the bean-faced man looked at Jin, who was wearing a Nitro silicone mask, with a complicated mood.
He really didn't expect that Jin, who had lost contact for a long time, would come here specifically to watch the game.
And why even Kim has to wear this terrible mask…
For this purpose, two temporary eye holes have to be dug out in the silicone mask.
The bean-faced man wanted to know what Jin was thinking, but in the end he refrained from asking.
Jin leaned against the wall, folded his arms and looked at Moyo and Nitro in the field, his eyes full of expectation.
On the other hand, Menqi and the others were also focused and full of expectations.
Being able to see a master's duel at close range is a rare experience for every telekinesis user.
Inside the venue.
Moyu and Nitro looked at each other from afar.
Before coming to the venue, Moyu went to Nitro to make a bet.
If he can definitely hurt Nitro, then Nitro will agree to his small request.
At that time, I thought I was going to talk a little more, but Nitro didn't even ask what the request was, and just agreed.
As if he had absolute confidence that Moyu would not win the bet.
"It's impossible to win, as long as you can be injured..."
Moyu looked at Nitro with bright eyes.
Even if his ability to control his mind reaches a higher level and his overall strength finally reaches A level, he will never be able to defeat Nitro.
And Moyu was mentally prepared to be seriously injured by Nitro in this match.
But no matter what, he had to win the bet, and then take this opportunity to print out Nitro's Mask of the Thousand Changes.
Tick, tick...
The suddenly very quiet venue was filled with the only sound of the second hand moving.
Ding dong——
When the hands are fixed at six o'clock, the clock sounds.
At this moment, the competition begins!
Moyu took the lead in charging, while Nitro stood still.
When Moyu stepped into the attack range, Nitro was unambiguous and clasped his hands together slowly and quickly.
"One Hundred Styles of Guanyin·One Palm"
In an instant, golden light suddenly appeared.
A beam of golden light struck Moyu from top to bottom.
Everyone watching the battle could only vaguely see the golden stream of light passing by.
The next moment.
I saw the ground beside Moyu suddenly explode, the bricks shattered and flew, and the smoke and dust flew upward like a torrent.
It was also at this time that they realized that Moyu's evasive action without warning was actually to avoid Nitro's attack.
Just looking at it from their perspective, Nitro had clearly not taken action yet, but Moyo had already made moves to avoid the attack in advance.
So it's visually full of weirdness that's hard to describe.
But soon——
They realized what was going on.
It was entirely because Nitro's attack was so fast that they couldn't see clearly.
Based on this premise, Moyu was able to see the attack clearly and make corresponding evasive actions.
This leads to——
They couldn't see Nitro's attack clearly, but they could clearly see Moyu making evasive movements, which was why they had such a weird look.
On the field.
Moyu dodged the first palm of Baishi Guanyin without slowing down, leaving the surging smoke and dust behind, and threw three black playing cards with a wave of his hand.
Boo hoo hoo…
Three playing cards flew forward in a "C" shape.
But almost at this point, Baishi Guanyin's second palm struck Moyu's side diagonally from the right.
Bang!
The golden palm of Baishi Guanyin hit Moyou's side hard, and a jellyfish-shaped white air wave suddenly burst out from where the palm landed, and the accompanying impact was poured into it.
At the moment of hitting the palm, there is no possibility of releasing the force.
Moyu flew sideways like lightning.
Seeing this scene, everyone outside the venue, except Jin who was always very calm, everyone else looked shocked.
Withstanding the blow from the legendary professional hunter head-on, they seemed to be able to see Moyu lose consciousness instantly.
But at this moment——
Things are changing!
Moyu was knocked away by a blow, but appeared in front of Nitro the next moment without any hindrance.
To be more precise, it appeared above the black playing card flying towards Nitro.
Nitro's eyes reflected the figure of Moyu who appeared out of thin air, but neither his eyes nor his face showed any signs of disturbance.
Always felt--
This scene seems very similar.
While murmuring in his heart, Moyu in front of him launched an attack.
His empty right hand made a slashing motion with a knife. As the arm swung, a black knife materialized out of thin air, and the sharp blade was about to cut through Nitro's face.
However--
Another golden light came with lightning speed and hit Moyu's body accurately.
Bang!
Moyu's offensive collapsed instantly, and he was blown away by this domineering golden light.
Nitro watched calmly as Moyo flew backwards.
There were just a few strands of white hair falling slowly in front of his eyes.
That's his.
If it had been delayed even a moment, it might not be as simple as just losing a few hairs.
"Hoo ho..."
Some long-lost emotions welled up in Nitro's heart.