Binolt charged at Loki. His speed was impressive, even for a Nen user; he was a Specialist-type Nen user wielding scissors. He drew them instantly, aiming for Loki's face.
Swish! In the blink of an eye, they crossed paths. Loki easily dodged the attack with a simple sidestep.
However, Binolt countered, using the scissors to cut a lock of Loki's hair.
The high-flying hair was neatly severed by Binolt's scissors.
Holding the crimson hair, Binolt laughed.
"My ability is Cutting Beautician. By eating an opponent's hair, I can determine their age, potential power, and health. Cute kid, let me assess you!"
He ate the hair. His smile vanished, replaced by a pale, bloodless face. His breathing became labored. Binolt couldn't describe the terrifying aura, like that of a wild beast, emanating from Loki.
And he was only twelve! What could a twelve-year-old do? How could someone cultivate their Nen to this level at twelve? It was unimaginable.
The scissors slipped from his hand. Binolt swallowed hard, looking at Loki in terror.
"How... how did you...?"
'What kind of monster is this?!' 'At twelve, his Nen is honed to perfection!' 'His potential power is even more terrifying!!! 'A bottomless abyss!'
"Eating hair reveals someone's condition?" Loki smiled. "Seems pointless."
Loki raised his left hand. "I haven't got time for this. You're not my target."
A white Nen aura emanated from his hand. Whoosh! Loki vanished.
Loki vanished like a streak of light, appearing before Binolt in an instant. Binolt looked up, but Loki was gone.
A cold breeze blew past his face. An intensely cold aura enveloped him, as if he were in a blizzard. He tried to move but couldn't.
His Nen, flowing in his arm, froze instantly. Light blue ice spread across his body, encasing him in a perfect ice sculpture in a blink of an eye. Even in his frozen state, his eyes reflected terror.
Loki stopped behind Binolt, the white mist dissipating from his hand. He put one hand in his pocket, lowering his left arm. He looked at Biscuit. Biscuit stared in disbelief at the instantly frozen Binolt.
'An instant!' 'His Nen frozen!' 'What ability is this? It can freeze Nen!'
Despite having seen countless incredible abilities, Biscuit had never witnessed anything so terrifying.
Binolt might not understand how he was frozen, but Biscuit saw it clearly. Loki's incredible speed wasn't the most surprising aspect. What was terrifying was the lack of intense Nen; only a faint, almost transparent white aura surrounded his left hand. Then, with a light touch on Binolt, ice instantly spread, freezing him solid. A lifelike ice sculpture! Even Biscuit was shocked.
With a flick of his wrist, a powerful Nen user was instantly killed! Biscuit could have killed Binolt instantly, but not so effortlessly. She would need to concentrate a large amount of Nen in her fist. But Loki, with minimal Nen and a casual movement, had instantly killed a powerful Nen user.
'Who is this kid? I've never seen such a terrifying ability,' Biscuit thought, carefully watching Loki. The ability to freeze someone's Nen with a touch was astonishing.
"Alright, now it's our turn!"
After Loki spoke, Biscuit asked, "I don't sense any killing intent. Why do you want to fight me?"
Loki smiled. "No particular reason. I just sense you're strong."
"Liar! If that were the reason, you could've approached directly instead of secretly following!"
Loki showed no embarrassment. "The reason is irrelevant." His eyes flashed coldly. "What matters is, if you don't use your full power, I will kill you."
A wave of killing intent enveloped Biscuit. Biscuit was startled. Loki seemed to know her abilities, which surprised her. He was prepared. If she didn't fight seriously, she could be in danger.
And that ability to freeze Nen... from a single touch, freezing someone solid... Biscuit didn't know how to counter it.
But she had noticed something: Binolt was frozen, not so much as a person, but as his Nen.
In other words, to defend, she'd need to enter the Zetsu state. But doing so would expose her weaknesses. At her level, she needed Nen covering parts of her body during combat; otherwise, even a light touch could be fatal.
The situation was serious, yet Biscuit felt a surge of excitement.
'To think a mere child would stir my fighting spirit,' Biscuit thought, smiling, and assuming a fighting stance.
"I'm Biscuit Krueger, a martial artist of the Shingen-ryu"
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