Chapter 196 Moses vs Netero Conclusion

100-Type Guanyin· First Hand!

Netero felt quite satisfied and used the First Hand of the 100-Type Guanyin again, but this time, with an unconventional manner.

'You might think the next move would be the 100-Type Guanyin· Second Hand.'

'Then I'll let you be surprised by being struck down to the ground by 100-Type Guanyin· First Hand.'

This is what Netero is thinking at this moment.

There was a hint of teasing, but this move that was unconventional was indeed an adjustment and response made after 'listening' to the opponent's intentions.

The golden light flashes—

It is still a palm strike that was extremely fast.

Facing the palm strike from the 100-Type Guanyin within the so-called 'forbidden zone'...

Even with the time compression to the extreme, one can only use their consciousness to capture the afterimage produced when the palm was swung.

This was an attack that couldn't be dodged at all!

Moses, who was within the forbidden zone, was facing an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if the sky was collapsing and blocking out the sun.

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked away in this moment, and the movements of his body began to become heavy and stagnant.

The sudden feeling of suffocation spreads throughout his body in a conceptual way.

Or perhaps, it was because of the indescribable pressure he felt that he unconsciously forgot to breathe.

But one thing was certain.

Time-

Slowed down.

At this moment, Moses's gaze was no longer focused on Netero.

Or rather, after dodging the first palm of the 100-Type Guanyin, his gaze was focused on the 100-Type Guanyin.

He had thought that Netero would follow up with the 100-Type Guanyin · Second Hand.

But he hadn't expected that it was still the 100-Type Guanyin · First Hand that he was familiar with.

Even though time slowed down, he had no extra energy to think about why Netero did not follow up with the smoother Second Hand, but chose to repeat the First Hand.

'This is an opportunity!'

Moses, who is very familiar with the 100-Type Guanyin and First Hand, had already made the judgment, 'Ah, it's going to be First Hand again' the moment the 100-Type Guanyin made a move.

This allowed Moses to have more time to prepare.

"Soul Echo"

The shadow clone conjured in front of Moses.

'The final distance…'

'Could only be bridged in this way!'

Moses suddenly punched the shadow clone that revealed its figure.

And the shadow clone displayed a straight posture like a spear thrust into the ground, with its feet together, which was exactly where Moses's fist struck.

Bang!

The fist struck the shadow clone's feet, creating white aura at the point of contact.

The sudden force caused Moses's body to leap backward, while the shadow clone shot towards Netero like a spear.

100-Type Guanyin's palm strike descended!

Even though Moses leaped backward, he still couldn't avoid it completely.

The unparalleled power blasted him directly into the wall at the edge of the venue.

At the same time.

The shadow clone, which had shot out like a spear, also arrived in front of Netero. At the moment of the attack, it did not choose to punch, but chose to thrust its palms together towards Netero's neck.

Just because the reach of the palm thrust was longer...

These are all the preparations completed after much thought.

Netero was surprised to find that he had greatly underestimated the young man's familiarity with the 100-Types Guanyin and First Hand.

'Is it just "remembering"?'

'No.'

'That must be the result of 'visualizing' countless times.'

'Little guy...'

'How many times have you simulated the 100-Type Guanyin· First Hand in your imagination?'

 At this moment…

Netero actually felt regretful.

'This match—'

'is too early!'

With a slightly complex mood, Netero silently looked at the palm that pierced his beard, as if a riverbed had been forcibly split open.

And that palm thrust, like entering a deserted place, fell on his neck.

Immediately…

Before the force could form, the shadow clone suddenly dissipated like a bubble.

Because Moses lost consciousness, he could no longer maintain the existence of the shadow clone.

If he had persisted for another 0.1 seconds...

Perhaps it wouldn't be as simple as a dragonfly skimming the water.

However, there is no if.

Netero's beard fluttered like willow fluff as it came back together.

Outside the arena.

Bean was confused.

Cheadle and Fiona, on the other hand, were shocked, and a chill ran down their backs, spreading throughout their bodies.

They were shocked by the unfolding of events and the outcome.

'It turns out…'

'He had already reached such a level!'

If they haven't seen it with their own eyes…

They would never have imagined that this fight, lasting less than three seconds, would end in this way.

'Moses... can you see Chairman's attack clearly?'

In their thoughts that seemed to stop, Cheadle and Fiona could only conclude this way.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Moses was able to get through the oppressive feeling of the 100-Type Guanyin without retreating from the possibility that was only a drop in the ocean, and finally shortened the distance and launched a counterattack against Netero without hesitation.

And he did it.

At the end, he used his shadow clone to send a palm thrust to Netero's neck.

Although it was only a light touch, it was enough to shock Cheadle and Fiona.

"Moses!"

Cheadle finally reacted and rushed to the edge of the venue.

Netero's attack is no joke!

At this moment, Cheadle was very worried about Moses's condition.

The center of the arena.

Netero, however, knew very well that Moses was fine.

It was just a bit of a heavy injury, nothing serious.

Netero's view is very optimistic.

Looking at the smoke and dust filling the edge of the venue, the regret in his eyes slowly faded like the tide.

'What a great junior.'

'I sincerely look forward to the next match we will have in the 'future'.'

'Hopefully by then...'

'You can grow into an opponent that I can truly 'take the initiative'.'