Chapter 187 Some Possibility

The battle came suddenly, but it was expected.

Ambush, attack.

Anything is fine.

This was undoubtedly the last desperate fight for the Seirin Group.

Located at the back of the team, even though there was some distance between them, Moses still clearly feels the fluctuation of Aura coming from the front.

The Aura with the strongest presence is undoubtedly Netero's.

This top-notch Nen User showed no mercy and went all out without leaving any room for error after the battle began.

"Don't move, stay here and wait for instructions."

Watching the golden light fleeting from the depths of the fog, Kanzai stopped walking and held his arm horizontally in front of Moses.

Stopped by Kanzai, Moses could only stop in his tracks.

He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't participate in the battle.

But there is nothing he can do about it. After all, the Hunter Association's combat power is so overflowing, it was simply a case of too many monks and not enough porridge. How can there be room for a small fry like him to intervene?

One person who felt the same regret was Kanzai.

Although Kanzai wanted to rush over and join the battle, in order to protect Moses's safety, he could only suppress the fighting spirit in his heart and honestly perform his duties here.

Fiona, on the other hand, stared at the movement deep in the fog without saying a word.

The battle lasted for a while and eventually the smoke cleared, returning to calm.

"Is it over …"

Moses's eyes were calm.

The duration of the battle was longer than he had expected.

'From the looks of it, the comprehensive combat strength of the Seirin Group can't be underestimated. Despite suffering such heavy losses, they were still able to persist for such a long time.'

Bzzzttt-

The phone that Kanzai held in advance made a slight sound. He looked down at the screen of his phone, and then spoke up: "They've found Davidson, let's go there."

He didn't mention the outcome of the battle, probably because he felt the battle was over and there was no need to say anything more.

Moses also had no interest in asking further questions, and silently continued forward.

After a while.

They arrived at the site of the battle.

The thick fog permeated the area, the ground was pockmarked, and it was a mess.

Some of the Hunter Association's members are responsible for the aftermath, cleaning up the battlefield around them.

Some were responsible for moving the bodies to one place, while others were carefully handling small devices suspected to be explosives.

Kanzai did not stop here and motioned for Moses and Fiona to follow.

After about five minutes of walking. the three arrived at what seemed to be a secluded cave, with bright lights shining from inside the cave.

Kanzai strode into the cave first.

Moses and Fiona followed closely behind.

The cave is quite spacious, with various lamps placed around it, and the light released fills the entire cave.

Moses noticed that there were several people in the cave holding instruments that looked like detection equipment, carefully scanning the area.

Without paying much attention to them, he looked away from them and turned his gaze towards the deepest part of the cave.

There stood a square glass cover about half the size of a basketball court.

And Davidson, the target of the Hunter Association's trip this time, was inside the glass cover, sitting on a sofa with an expressionless face.

The surface of the glass cover emitted a faint yellowish light, which is obviously a product blessed being infused with Nen.

Moreover, on the ground around the glass cover, there were engravings of a square-shaped font that seemed to be difficult to understand.

They are Divine Script…

Moses glanced at the completely incomprehensible font, then looked at Davison inside the glass cover.

This man who created the 'Swamp Man' is dressed in a decent silver suit, and his long silver hair and gloomy face exuded an inexplicable aura that kept people away.

Next to the sofa was a small round table.

And there is a bottle of red wine on the table.

Davidson held the red wine glass in his hand and took a sip expressionlessly, as if he couldn't see the people in the cave.     

In fact.

Davidson, who was inside the glass cover, indeed could not see the people in the cave.

Because this glass cover should be a kind of Nen Space.

It could provide a certain degree of protection for the person inside, but the person inside couldn't see the outside situation, while the people outside could clearly see the inside situation.

The Divine Script scattered around the glass cover served to reinforce the strength of this Nen Space.

Pyon came to Moses's side and explained these information to him.

Moses nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

Since arriving here until now, he had been looking at Davidson inside the glass cover.

He was somewhat curious about what this man had gone through to create the Swamp Man Nen Ability.

What can be confirmed is that this man is completely disappointed with the world and must be filled with an indescribable sense of world-weariness deep in his heart.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to create such an ability as the Swamp Man.

And in a sense, the essence of Swamp Man Ability is completely comparable to the calamities from the Dark Continent.

So, it's hard to determine whether this ability is related to the Dark Continent.

Time passes slowly.

Ten minutes later, the Hunter Association broke through the Nen Space enhanced by Divine Script in the glass cover.

As the glass cover collapsed and shattered, the man who had been sitting on the sofa and sipping red wine finally reacted to the people in the cave.

"48 minutes and 32 seconds."

Davidson gently placed the wine glass on the round table and calmly looked at the numerous Pro Hunters led by Netero, reporting an incomprehensible time in a steady tone.

At this moment, the instruments held in the hands of several association members made a sharp, urgent whistling sound.

"Chairman!"

The members of the association were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Netero in a panic.

Netero didn't react at all, just stroking his beard and looking at Davidson calmly.

Botobai stood next to Netero, and after hearing the sound of the instrument whistling, he made a move.

As a Triple-Star Terrorist Hunter, he is very familiar with the various types of bombs often used by terrorists, including the banned 'Poor Man's Rose', which has tremendous destructive power.

No matter what kind of bomb it is, once it is used by terrorists, it will inevitably become a headache for even big countries.

But Botobai is a Triple-Star Hunter specialized in handling such issues.

So even without hearing Netero's verbal instructions, Botobai took action immediately.

This is his duty.

Whoosh——!

Botobai quickly flashed behind Davidson and controlled Davidson as quickly as possible.

Then, with extremely superb control skills, he inserted some Nen into Davidson's body and imposed a 'disabled state' on any lurking dangerous objects.

Davidson did not react at all to Botobai's sudden move, seemingly indifferent to the fact that his weapons were neutralized.

Or.

The weapons hidden beneath the surface were simply unimportant.

"11 minutes and 27 seconds, this is the time I have left, and what you want to do and what you can do has no meaning to me."

Davidson stared ahead at the people in front of him, his tone devoid of any ripples: "You can only sit and wait for 'some possibility' to happen in front of you."

Hearing Davidson's declaration-like words, everyone led by Netero had different reactions.

They realized—

Davidson is dying.

This disastrous man bet on the so-called possibility in his death?

Davidson's expression was so indifferent that he seemed inhuman. Then, his eyes suddenly looked at Moses standing at the back of the crowd.

"It's you…"

He stared at Moses, with a hint of hostility in his eyes that were full of death.

Moses raised his head to meet Davidson's gaze, his brows raised slightly, somewhat surprised.

The Pro Hunters present all noticed Davidson's strange behavior and couldn't help but look at Moses.

For a moment…

Many eyes fell on Moses.