HxH: I Will Be Supreme

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Stone statues emerged from the altar, each wielding a different weapon and rising under the old man's control.

Operating system activated.

Oboro didn't give the old man time to launch his attack. Using his sprinting technique to accelerate, he soared into the sky.

The elder waved his hand and ordered the stone statues to form a defensive line. They moved in unison, weapons raised to strike.

An unsettling feeling gnawed at Oboro's instincts, urging him to end this quickly.

Using his shoulders as a shield, he used advanced martial arts techniques to ram through the statues. With a thunderous crash, several stone warriors were shattered into rubble, creating a gap in their defensive formation.

The elder tried to retreat, to command the stones to retreat, but Oboro's increased speed brought him face to face with his opponent in an instant.

"Divine Fist!"

Oboro's blow connected with the elder's chest. The sound of breaking bones echoed through the chamber as the old man's body flew backward, crashing into a distant pillar.

The remaining human-sized stone statues attacked from behind, their weapons striking Oboro's back only to shatter upon impact, completely ineffective.

Blood spilled from the elder's mouth as he slid to the ground. Before he could regain his footing, Oboro, who had dispatched the stone warriors, closed in.

A barrage of blows rained down like a storm, leaving the elder no chance to breathe. The stone floor beneath them exploded with each blow. Though the Elder desperately parried and defended, his combat experience and Nen abilities paled in comparison to Oboro's. He could only channel his aura into protecting his body. Within seconds, he was half-buried in a shallow crater, while cracks spidered across the nearby pillars.

With a final thunderous crash, the massive stone pillar collapsed. Oboro jumped back as huge chunks of rubble buried the elder.

The stone warriors under his control crumbled instantly.

Oboro frowned. Something is wrong. His Nen skills, experience and physical abilities are barely above average. Why did he make me feel threatened?

"He should be dead," Oboro muttered and moved to retrieve the body.

The elder's aura defenses had crumbled under hundreds of blows, his body broken and bleeding. He seemed to have lost consciousness, his abilities fading; in that state, being crushed by massive stones should have been fatal.

Most likely reduced to paste.

But when Oboro took a step forward, he froze.

The debris that entombed the elder began to float, coalescing into a giant several meters tall.

Behind him, the shattered stone warriors rebuilt themselves.

"Not dead?"

Oboro's pupils narrowed.

'Impossible.

He should be dead, I wouldn't make such a fundamental miscalculation.

As the stones scattered, Oboro saw his opponent slowly rise from the crater. The elder's hair was wild, his body covered in blood. Countless fractures and wounds made sickening sounds as they healed instantly.

All fatal injuries, reversed.

"His mind is stronger!" Oboro noticed the anomaly.

"A parasitic bug? Like the others?

But unlike the other cases, the elder retained his independent thinking. His blood-stained eyes remained calm, filled with judgment.

"Again!" 

Ice filled Oboro's gaze.

Above him, the giant stone warrior's palm struck down with devastating force.

The entire altar collapsed with an earth-shattering boom.

But the attack missed its target. Oboro's footwork carried him in a rapid zigzag pattern, closing the distance in an instant. His fingers, sharp as blades, pierced the elder's forehead with surgical precision.

Half of his hand sank into his opponent's skull. Oboro kicked the stiff body away and reached for the ritual artifact.

The stone warriors, both giant and human-sized, crumbled once more.

Sure enough, the distant figure rose again, the fatal head wound vanishing without a trace.

Click click'

Noises echoed from all directions. Oboro scanned his surroundings to find more stones transforming into puppets under the elder's mental control. The giant warrior's blow shattered several intact pillars. The scattered stones began to assemble, and within seconds, three colossal figures stood, their heads nearly touching the dome above.

His energy has multiplied, his Nen ability has become stronger, how can he resurrect? This isn't posthumous Nen. It's an ability, but not his natural one,' Oboro's mind raced through the possibilities. 'Is there another Nen user among the Bozwa? Another specialist?

'No'

'Maybe the damage isn't extensive enough? Like the Parasites, does it require complete destruction?'

'Each resurrection triggers an exponential increase in power'

The stone warriors surrounded him again. Time for analysis was running out, and Oboro made the decision to kill the Elder again.

This attempt proved more difficult. The stone warriors moved with a newfound fluidity, as if they were truly alive. More worryingly, the Elder had suddenly mastered advanced nen techniques that allowed him to counter and evade.

The power boost had increased his reaction speed to match Oboro's.

Taking no chances, Oboro continued to focus on the runes of Precision and Domination. Though his previous rune combinations were unavailable, other combat-oriented runes within these categories could still increase his damage output.

"Die!"

Minutes later, Oboro destroyed a stone warrior blocking his path and reached through the settling dust to grab the retreating elder.

He crushed the throat and severed the head, then systematically destroyed the body.

The subterranean chamber fell silent.

Oboro stood, breathing heavily, watching the corpse, then witnessed something that made his blood run cold.

A piece of flesh suddenly swelled like fast-growing spores, becoming a tumor. Oboro reacted instantly, his fingers becoming a storm of knife-like blows that shredded the writhing, growing mass.

But when he turned, the remaining pieces had already regenerated. Flesh, blood, and bone rebuilt, and the elder lived again.

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"Unkillable?"

Oboro's shock was obvious.

The elder before him now radiated an aura that matched his own.

The entire subterranean space trembled as countless pieces of rubble assembled into an army of puppets. Their numbers were beyond counting.

Oboro also noticed their stone skin peeling away to reveal detailed facial features and intricate limbs. The Nen surrounding each warrior had become overwhelming.

"Retreat!"

Oboro considered retreating.

His body reacted instantly, becoming a black bolt of lightning as he darted between the stone warriors, heading for the tunnel where Kaki was waiting.

Halfway there, a spear thrust caught his peripheral vision and forced him back. The attacking stone warrior had developed eyes capable of tracking his movements.

A shiver ran from his feet to his scalp.

Oboro paused, changed direction and ran towards another exit.

But before he could cover much ground, a massive hand descended from above, nearly crushing him.

At the mouth of the cave, Kaki's face had turned pale.

His legs trembled.

Uncertain whether to flee or stay, he had seen Oboro kill the Bozwa elder repeatedly, only to watch him rise stronger each time. Though the underground space spanned nearly 200 meters, a distance Oboro could normally cover in a single bound.

Now he bounced around like a trapped insect, his movements constantly interrupted by stone warriors as his room to maneuver shrank. The encirclement was almost complete.

Finally, Kaki clenched his fists and ran.

Earlier, he had used his ability to "patch" his vision through the passage to locate Hisoka's position.

He had to find Hisoka quickly or the captain might die!

A roar resounded through the chamber.

The Bozwa elder ordered his stone warriors to destroy and seal every entrance and exit.

"Your companion has abandoned you"

The elder looked at Oboro, now surrounded like a turtle in a jar.

Oboro threw the ritual skull away like garbage and kept his composure.

"Your resurrections are tied to the sacrifice. The rules of the ritual replace your death with that of your tribe members. In other words, once all the Bozwa outside die, you can't resurrect, and each resurrection doubles your strength because the ritual gave you that ability."

Oboro took a deep breath and continued, "Although I've deduced that it's ritual-based, I can only see fragments of the rules and truth. My understanding is not complete."

The surrounding stone warriors halted their attack at the elder's command.

In his eyes, Oboro was already defeated.

"The rules of the ritual serve a purpose. All rules are there to achieve that purpose, and achieving that purpose is the most important thing. I'm surprised that an outsider like you can understand that," the elder said calmly. "The purpose of this ritual is to ensure the survival of the last member of the tribe, no matter what the cost Even if hundreds of members are alive, once the ritual is completed, only one will remain We only initiate it when absolutely necessary".

"There are two original insects, mother and daughter. The daughter splits and evolves while the other remains."

"You have consumed the mother insect. The connection between sacrifice and resurrection, including the evolution of your power, comes from the mother insect itself. It's not parasitism, it's fusion. During the ritual, your protection is absolute! Consuming the mother insect marks you as the last surviving bloodline of the tribe."

Before the elder could continue, Oboro cut in coldly: "Honestly, if it were not for my position and mission, I might support your cause, but now I realize that killing you means nothing".

"Shouldn't the queen bee go to someone younger? After the ritual, can you even continue the bloodline? At your age, it will be difficult to have children, won't it?"

Oboro's tone dripped with sarcasm.

"I am the leader of the tribe. My understanding of our origins and history is unsurpassed. Only I can pass this heritage on to future generations without loss," the elder's voice boomed with authority.

"Is it so hard to admit that you want to live? Such selfish thoughts are natural, don't make excuses. I know a liar, so I can tell when you're being dishonest".

"I only feel sorry for the Bozwa who died."

Oboro's words stripped away the elder's facade and ignited his anger: "Worry about yourself first!"