Cards were switched back and forth between Hisoka's fingers one after another, being thrown out continuously.

With the additional mental energy, the sharpness of the cards is no less than that of a flying knife...

The card blocked all the angles that Moritonio could dodge, making it impossible for him to dodge.

After Hisoka rushed up to him, he immediately kicked his foot.

But what was lifted was just the top hat the old man was wearing...Moritonio had already bent down, preparing to fight back.

Hisoka's speed was not bad. Seeing that he failed to hit the target, he bent his elbow and hit the leader's Tianling Gai.

Bang!

Moritonio raised his arm, and their arms collided.

At the moment of the fight, Hisoka noticed that Moritonio's body was tilted to a certain extent, and he used the angle of his arm to perfectly block his sight, allowing the other hand hidden behind his back to catch the falling

The hat covered his face.

The hat came, and Hisoka's vision went dark.

A powerful and heavy fist hit Hisoka in the abdomen.

Hisoka's expression changed, and the corner of his mouth overflowed.

The body jumped back like a spring, widening the distance.

"Talent needs to grow... No matter how excellent your qualifications are, you are just a newcomer who has just stepped into practice." Moritonio did not pursue, slowly put away his arms and said calmly.

Seems very confident.

The probing between the two ended almost in the blink of an eye... Hisoka suffered a bitter loss.

"I'm not serious yet...can you hold on?" The old man opened his hands.

"Please."

Hisoka wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and responded with a smile.

"By the way... It's rare that you have seen through my true face, so let me reveal to you... the secrets and principles of john.doe." Moritonio seemed to be interested in performing, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket:

"This is a handkerchief without any mechanism..."

As he spoke, the old man unfolded the handkerchief and put it on his face. "After putting it on my face, I imagined the appearance I wanted to transform into..."

With his voice, the handkerchief began to shrink and deform, and Moritonio's facial features also changed.

After a few crackling sounds.

A brand new face came into view.

Astonishingly, he looked like the serial murderer on the wanted portrait.

"This is the magic of the murderous doe...my ability 'the patched reality!'"

Not far away, Long looked at this scene without any surprise.

This move is the predecessor of Hisoka's 'frivolous illusion'.

"interesting…"

Hisoka smiled.

"Then what follows...is my own magic, which is full of traps and calculations...Hisoka, you have to be careful."

The conversation changed, and Moritonio suddenly extended his palm towards Hisoka.

boom!

For no apparent reason, Hisoka, who was standing there, felt like he was hit hard, and his right arm deformed directly... and he was thrown away.

Hisoka looked shocked, obviously defenseless.

"I feel...I am being oppressed by something..."

After Hisoka landed, his brain was spinning rapidly, and the injury did not affect his thoughts or actions at all.

"Minced meat...it's time to have fun making hamburger meat again..."

Moritonio's excited expression also began to become ferocious, and he muttered something in his mouth.

Boom boom boom!

Moritonio slowly rose into the air, as if he were a king on earth, looking down at Hisoka who was running back and forth in the field, but was knocked away by "some force" time and time again.

"It's coming...your trembling...crunching fragile life..."

Moritonio in the air was like a cat playing with a mouse, he chuckled and sarcastically said.

Hisoka is so embarrassed!

Even though he instinctively used his thoughts to defend himself, being hit again and again made his injuries worse.

In this way, he might be played to death by Moulitonio.

"Hazy...won't you help him?"

In the sky, Moritonio looked at the ground. As a bystander, the boy was extremely calm.

"No need...you are already a dead person in my eyes."

Hao said calmly.

"oh?"

Moritonio was unimpressed.

No one understands Hisoka's perversion better than Hajime... This guy's ability to grow in battle, including insight, on-the-spot thinking, etc., are all extreme! Moritonio thought he was sure of Hisoka because he had a crush on Hisoka.

I don't know, I don't know at all what level of Hisoka's strength... He can find a way to use 'Absolute' by just exploring on his own... It shows that the telekinesis skill of 'Condensation' is not useful to Hisoka.

Disaster.

Snap!

As expected, the words fell silent.

On the other side, after Hisoka sensed that something was coming from the void, he immediately took action and focused his mind power on his eyes... In his field of vision, two thick iron bars immediately appeared, attacking from between them.

He relied on inertia and momentum to lock the iron rod with his arms before it hit him.

The danger was eliminated.

"What?!!!"

At this moment, Moritonio finally changed his expression.

"It's actually... Ning! When did he learn it? How is it possible... I never taught him... I even sent some wrong information to guide him to prevent him from groping for the door..."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

But he reacted quickly, and immediately increased his mental magnetism, tightened the two iron rods together, and wanted to crush Hisoka into a meat pie.

Whoosh.

However, his wish failed.

Hisoka's figure shot up and escaped from the gap in the iron rod.

"Escaped! He was actually... able to run away..."

Looking at Hisoka who jumped into the air and stood on the roof of the stadium, Mouritonio's eyes darkened.

"What... it's very simple... I thought your magic was so mysterious, it was just a magnet..."

"The reason why you deliberately used your handkerchief to use telekinesis at the beginning was just to give me an illusion. Your telekinesis can be seen..."

Above, Hisoka shrugged his shoulders, and his embarrassed appearance didn't seem to affect him at all. The young man smoothed his red hair with his hand, "The strong attraction to each other, and the invisible magnet... Is this your trump card? A bit

It’s boring…”

"..."

Moritonio remained silent.

Hisoka added: "The essence of magic is to hide... At this point, you are too rough."

"There's no point in winning or losing... Young man, as you can see... my ability is to turn my thoughts into iron pillars with magnetic force, but I haven't used my full strength yet... you are a little too happy too soon!"

“The bipolar nature of dyed iron!”

The old man shouted softly, and suddenly, the number of iron rods appearing in the air became denser.

"Stop playing... hurry up."

At this time, Long, who was standing on the ground, shouted coldly to Hisoka.

He was not interested in reading anymore.

"hehe…"

Hisoka laughed and disappeared from sight the next second.

Moritonio controlled the iron rod and shot wildly at Hisoka's afterimage flashing around him, but all failed.
To be continued...