Chapter 119

You're not the only one who wants to fight Morin, Uvogin!

"Wha-lip-plip?"

Suddenly, Uvogin's phone started ringing.

"It's here!!"

Seeing the caller ID labeled "Morin," Uvogin instantly perked up.

"Looks like things have wrapped up on their side."

Nobunaga stood up, and his aura began to subtly gather.

"Are we heading back?"

"Let's go!!"

With a loud laugh, Uvogin stormed off back to their original location.

Not long after, Uvogin and Nobunaga arrived to find Morin and Machi standing there, neat and composed, seemingly unbothered.

"All set?"

Morin wiped the corner of his mouth and lightly ran his tongue along the inside of his lips, savoring the lingering taste.

Catching this motion out of the corner of her eye, Machi awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ear, though the atmosphere had clearly become more relaxed.

The earlier tension between Morin and Machi had dissipated completely.

"Let's do this!!"

Uvogin's muscles instantly swelled, his aura erupting violently from every inch of his body.

"Alright."

Morin nodded, rolling his shoulders.

"Let's be real—no need to hold back between us."

His expression turned serious.

"If we go all out, with me using every prop in my arsenal…

You wouldn't last a single round."

Morin wasn't joking—he genuinely had the strength to back that statement.

Over the past three years, he had amassed countless powerful props.

Take the Protective Sphere prop as an example—Uvogin wouldn't even be able to break through its defenses.

"So, if you're hoping to see me at full strength, I suggest you give up now.

Not only would you lose, but the fight would also be completely pointless."

"Ah, I know!"

Hearing Morin's warning, Uvogin grinned.

"I've thought this through well before deciding to fight you."

"I'm not stupid enough to make it boring for myself."

"For the past three years, whenever I imagined fighting you, I never even considered your props."

"Because I know better than anyone—when you bring out those props, the fight is already over!!"

"At that point, I wouldn't stand a chance!

Not just me—even Chrollo, our leader, wouldn't last more than three moves against you, would he?"

Morin stayed silent.

Truthfully, his props were indeed ridiculously overpowered.

Uvogin continued, "So the fight I want isn't about that…

It's about a battle between men, isn't it?"

Morin unfastened his trench coat and removed it.

"Exactly!!"

Uvogin laughed heartily. "You get me!!"

At that moment, an overwhelming aura burst forth from Morin, stunning everyone present.

His aura wasn't just powerful—it was profound and vast, like an endless ocean or an infinite sky.

"Impressive!!"

Uvogin's eyes lit up with excitement as he subconsciously rubbed his hands together, feeling a fiery anticipation burning inside him.

"Not only are your props incredible, but your own aura is just as immense…

Your Nen is unbelievably strong!!

And your physical strength isn't lacking at all!!

This fight is everything I've been waiting for!!"

On the sidelines, Nobunaga and Machi both stared, stunned.

It was their first time witnessing Morin unleash his full power.

The immense pressure of his aura made their pupils contract sharply.

"So strong!!"

Despite mentally preparing themselves, seeing Morin's true strength firsthand left them shaken.

It was like in Dragon Ball, when Captain Ginyu witnessed Goku's Kaio-ken burst surpassing 180,000 power level—utterly shocking.

"This is what a real fight looks like! Totally worth the wait!!"

Laughing, Uvogin charged toward Morin, his steps leaving a trail of shattered rocks and dust clouds in his wake.

"Come on!"

Morin, calm and collected, readied himself in a signature Shingen-ryu stance.

In the vast wilderness, the battle began!

During his training with Biscuit, Morin had learned that aura had distinct classifications.

Aura was divided into latent aura and manifest aura.

The manga also quantified Nen to some extent, touching on the concepts of latent and manifest aura as measurable data for Nen users.

Latent aura referred to the energy stored within the body. Its upper limit increased with training.

Manifest aura, on the other hand, was the energy released externally—the actual amount of aura one could use at any given moment.

In rare situations, manifest aura could surpass its upper limit, like Gon's Rock, Paper, Scissors.

To simplify: latent aura was like your mana bar in games. Training and leveling up expanded its capacity.

Manifest aura represented the visible energy. Someone could have a lot of latent aura but release only a small amount, tricking opponents into underestimating them.

Morin's latent aura was immense. Under Biscuit's meticulous training, it had reached astonishing levels.

When he unleashed it, his true strength shocked everyone present and decisively determined the outcome of the fight.

Uvogin lost.

He lost utterly.

In terms of aura, he was completely outmatched.

In Nen intensity and willpower, Morin—shaped by Biscuit's guidance—was equally unmatched.

Uvogin's Big Bang Impact was indeed powerful. But if it couldn't hit, it was useless.

In combat experience, physical stance, and adaptability, Uvogin had improved greatly, thanks to Morin's strengthening techniques.

Against most opponents, even those with greater aura, Uvogin had a decent chance of turning the tables.

But Morin was different—he was stronger in every aspect, a flawless powerhouse.

A true six-sided warrior.

Years of disciplined training under Biscuit's instruction had left Morin without a single weakness.

"You're a complete monster!!"

The battle-scarred ground was riddled with craters.

Uvogin lay spread-eagled like Katakuri after being defeated by Luffy, gasping for breath.

"You're not far off yourself," Morin replied, his aura gradually receding. From his bag of tricks, he retrieved his black trench coat, putting it back on to cover his muscular physique.

With his aura concealed, Morin reverted to looking like an ordinary, albeit stunningly handsome, young man.

"Your Big Bang Impact has improved."

"It's still no match for you," Uvogin admitted, his gaze fixed on the sky, his thoughts unreadable.

Then, a smile broke across his face.

"But this fight… was absolutely satisfying!!

Completely worth it!!"

"You got what you wanted," Nobunaga remarked, hands tucked into his robe as he approached. He looked Uvogin over and shook his head.

"Pity, no serious injuries."

"If I'm not, neither are you!!" Uvogin retorted, proving he had some fight left in him.

As comrades in the same group, Morin had naturally held back.

Still, the fight had been exhilarating.

For Uvogin, a hallmark of the Enhancement category, he was the perfect training dummy—no, sparring partner.

"These minor injuries shouldn't require me to use a healing prop, right?"

"No need. These scratches…"

Uvogin grimaced but climbed to his feet. "I can handle them myself."

"Good."

Though forcing himself to stand, his physique meant he'd recover in a few days at most.

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