HxH: I Will Be Supreme

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A group of Nen users surrounded Oboro, blocking any possible escape route. The moment he shifted his stance, the three fastest attackers charged at him simultaneously. Their fists and feet collided like machine gun fire, creating a blur of strikes and counters.

Oboro's mastery of traditional martial arts showed in every move. Even under intense pressure, his footwork allowed him to shift position in microscopic spaces, his defensive technique nearly perfect. Within a split second, he spotted an opening left by one of his attackers.

He lowered his stance, bent his elbows, and delivered a devastating blow. The force of his blow caused the air itself to heat up.

His attackers had anticipated it. The three immediately jumped back, making way for another Nen user who had transformed his arm into a shield. This defender took Oboro's blow directly.

The blow exploded through the air. The shield-bearer skidded backwards thirty meters, his shoes wearing away before he finally steadied himself. As his shield transformed back into an arm, he stared at Oboro with a mixture of pain and excitement.

"This is powerful!" The bones in his arm showed signs of breaking from the single blow.

While Oboro grappled with the shield-bearer, another attacker moved like a ghost, swift as a leopard, and appeared behind him. A cold flash of metal sliced through the air and blood spurted from Oboro's body.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly handle more than a dozen of us at once!" The assassin licked his blood-stained brass knuckles, which concealed several inches of blade. He had targeted all of Oboro's joints in this single pass.

The strategy was clear: damaged joints would inevitably lead to impaired movement. These weren't just fighters, they were hunters who treated Oboro like prey.

Yet Oboro's expression remained calm, even as he faced more than a dozen Nen users with unknown abilities. His brain processed countless variables while his body reacted to threats from all directions. He didn't even have time to breathe as their attack continued without pause.

Everyone present maintained a laser-like focus. Oboro's mind worked like an overclocked CPU, threatening to burn out at any moment.

Two more attackers, both Enhancement types, rushed in from the sides. Despite his injured joints, Oboro's keen sense of air allowed him to dodge, only to be caught from behind by someone whose limbs moved like plasticine, wrapping around his torso and restricting his movement.

"Just wait and die," the captive said, tightening his grip as his companions seized the opportunity to attack.

But they weren't prepared for what came next. Through sheer brute force, Oboro began to free himself from the restraints. With one hand, he shattered the plasticine grip and thrust his fingers like a sword through his captor's throat.

Even as he died, the restrainer refused to release his grip, using his last moments to buy time for his allies. A swarm of black shadows descended upon them.

Someone kicked Oboro in the knee from behind, forcing him to the ground. A dagger found its mark in his abdomen, though his instantly tense muscles clamped down on the blade to minimize the damage. Another assailant pinned his shoulder while another leapt onto his back, wielding what looked like a massive needle.

The needle pierced Oboro's flesh without pain, but as it withdrew, it began to drain his mental energy like water from a burst dam. His Nen and his breath grew weaker and weaker.

"Watch me drain your thoughts bit by bit," the needle-wielder said with satisfaction.

A woman named Uka approached with a ball of wool in her hand. She collected some of Oboro's blood on it, and the wool began to move like a living thing, quickly weaving itself into what appeared to be a small doll.

"Don't move!" A man named Green warned, pointing a baseball bat at Oboro's head. "The boss wants you alive, but if you so much as flinch, I'll kill you myself."

The hunters had already lost two of their eighteen members to Oboro's counterattacks, and another was seriously injured. They had suffered more casualties than expected from a surrounded target.

"How long will it take?" Green asked Uka, watching the changing wool in her hands.

"At least ten minutes until the curse is in place," she replied confidently.

The moment she finished speaking, Oboro moved. His shoulders dislocated with a sharp crack as he broke free of his bonds. Despite his injuries, despite the exhausted Nen, he struck back with devastating force. His backhand strike removed half of his captor's face in an instant.

He reached for Uka, recognizing her skill as the greatest threat, but Green's baseball bat intercepted it, shattering the bones in Oboro's hand.

Green's eyes blazed with fury as he swung at Oboro's temple. The other hunters joined in the attack, but Oboro just smiled.

"You didn't keep an eye on me," he said quietly to Green. "That is very unprofessional. I brought you all here on purpose, gathered you together."

Suddenly, Oboro's remaining Nen erupted like a flame. A ghostly shadow materialized around him, a massive horned monster carrying a small boy. The Snow Twins, Nunu and Willump, manifestations of his power.

The monster roared, and an arctic blizzard exploded outward with Oboro at its center. Razor-sharp blades of ice mingled with the howling winds, trapping his attackers in a sphere of winter's fury. They could barely move as visibility dwindled to nothing in the white-out conditions.

"If you consider yourself a hunter," Oboro said calmly to Green, frost coating his face, "then understand that while the target is alive, the hunt is not over. Anything is possible. A competent hunter eliminates all possibilities in the cradle. You have failed in that regard."

The snowstorm reached its crescendo. When it finally subsided, more than a dozen bodies lay scattered across the ice-covered ground, torn apart by countless wounds. Oboro exhaled a stream of white breath as he shifted his shoulder.

"That ultimate move is pretty cool," he mused, admiring the devastating technique from a player's perspective. It had taken considerable time and effort to construct heroes in the "game world". So far, he had created just over twenty.