Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 261 (Patreon)

Chapter 261: The Reasons for Joy

Already resigned to death, he wanted to drag Luo into hell with him.

This was an opportunity Antomu found amidst the mire-like predicament, and the rules of the duel to the death had become a factor that made things easier.

The price to be paid was... life.

Even if it cost his life, he was determined to achieve his goal, which stemmed from his extreme unwillingness and anger.

However, deep down, he was well aware that the battle had progressed to such an extent that death awaited him on either side.

Indeed, this was the constraint he made knowing full well that he had no chance left, making the resolve to die seem incredibly cheap in an instant.

Suddenly, Antomu's burst of aura pushed back Luo, kicking up a circle of sand and stones from around his feet, with the aura surging tumultuously.

Brief, very brief!

Life was like water held in the palm of one's hand, impossible to retain and draining away quickly.

Antomu seemed to see a mocking hourglass inverted before his eyes, like a clown laughing at the cheapness of his life.

Is that all...?

Suddenly, Antomu roared and transformed into a black shadow, whipping up gusts of wind as he rushed towards Luo, his speed several times faster than before.

Seeing Antomu's state, as if he had taken a stimulant, Luo remained calm, like a matador in a bullfight, avoiding Antomu's direct assault.

As they passed by each other, Luo noticed a trace of withering on Antomu's body, a change he had seen before in the tomb of Stajy.

"This is...?"

Luo dodged Antomu's attack and immediately distanced himself, giving up any chance to counterattack.

The longer one lives, the more one sees, and these experiences often come into play at certain moments.

Seeing Antomu's current state, Luo immediately thought of the experience in the tomb of Stajy.

Back then, several people were controlled by the Dark Sonata, and their strength surged dramatically while under control.

The reason for this was that the melody controlled them to set a condition with their life as the price, thereby gaining a huge increase in strength. That is the terrifying aspect of the Harp Solo.

It is more horrifying because the controlled do not need to understand how to set conditions.

However, the Harp Solo itself also has a relationship between conditions and vows, because the performer must pay with their life as the price before using the ability.

Luo knew the ability of the Harp Solo, so he immediately guessed that Antomu had probably set a corresponding condition, which caused such a sudden burst.

However, the degree of this increase was clearly less than those with Nen abilities in the tomb of Stajy, and also...

"Struggling at death's door."

Luo saw a significant change in Antomu's body, like a rapidly decaying tree.

With this judgment, subsequent decisions were made.

No need to act...

Luo decisively withdrew the True Master, allocating more Nen to dodging.

Antomu was in a state of continuous life force consumption. After the first attack missed, he immediately organized a second wave of attacks, as time was extremely limited.

However, when he saw Luo withdraw the True Master, clearly giving up on attacking, a profound sadness and anger arose in him.

At that moment, he desperately wished Luo would clash with him head-on.

With this sadness and anger, he roared out loud, like a maddened bull, attacking Luo again. However, Luo had already assessed the situation and made no counterattack, simply dodging relentlessly.

As long as Luo did not counterattack, he would not give Antomu any chance to use attacks like the "Seven-Injury Fist."

A complete dead end!

"You coward!"

Antomu lost the calmness that a martial artist should have, his frantic roars also losing the pride he had built up over the years.

Why... had it come to this?

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"I am clearly stronger!"

Antomu leaped up, plummeting from the air towards Luo, raising his right hand, which now had only two fingers left, forming a slightly comical fist shape, propelled by a massive release of aura, striking down at Luo like a meteor.

"The ninety-first round, over."

Luo leaped back, retreating to the severely damaged edge of the arena.

His last words, like countless needles, fiercely stabbed into Antomu's flesh and spirit.

One year, within a hundred rounds.

Both Luo and Antomu were clear about what these two numbers represented.

"Boom!"

The heavy punch landed, and the ground shook violently for a moment.

A bloodied severed arm, twisted in shape, flew into the midair—Antomu's right arm

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Antomu landed, forming a shallow crater that spread into a ten-meter diameter circle.

He crouched on the ground, his face shocked, his appearance not yet aged, but the rock-like muscles on his body withered away, stepping into a centennial pose.

Luo looked at Antomu, who had changed so drastically in an instant, and subconsciously thought of Chairman Netero, who had fought against the Ant King.

In that series, many details might be forgotten, but there are always several scenes that are unforgettable, one of which is the oil-exhausted Chairman Netero.

That scene, set to occur over a decade later, featured Netero fighting the powerful Ant King, and after using his most powerful move, his body instantly decayed like dry wood.

The current Antomu was similar to that moment with Chairman Netero, but still different.

The difference between them was that Antomu was doomed to die, while Chairman Netero still had a chance to live.

In the shallow crater, Antomu seemed to have lost all support, falling backwards onto the ground.

As this scene unfolded, the entire arena fell silent, and even the commentator was speechless after announcing Antomu's fall.

Luo walked towards Antomu, who was now silent.

When Luo approached within three meters, Antomu spoke in a weak voice: "Kill me."

"Do you want to die with dignity?"

Luo looked down at Antomu lying on the ground and said: "One minute, or thirty seconds, maybe even less, that's all the time you have left. Why should I bother?"

"You..." Antomu tried to raise his head, but lacked the strength.

Luo stepped forward, clearly seeing the extreme resentment in Antomu's eyes, and calmly said: "This battle may have been just to prove something, but undoubtedly, I've become much stronger."

"Emotionally and logically, I should thank you."

"You gave me a chance to become stronger, but the joy this victory brings me isn't from defeating you, but that I haven't let down the year Bisky spent training me."

"That's more important than this victory."

After saying this, Luo no longer paid attention to Antomu, whose eyes trembled violently, and walked to the other side of the arena.

His voice was low, not captured by the broadcast, but Bisky, who had keen hearing, heard it.

"This kid..."

A smile flashed in Bisky's eyes, and she thought mockingly: "Does he think that'll make me blush? Naive."

As Luo walked a dozen steps away, Antomu, filled with resentment, took his last breath, a wisp of faint black energy suddenly burst from his withered body, flying directly towards Luo's back.

At the same time, the referee cautiously approached the disfigured Antomu, confirmed his death, and announced Luo's victory, officially making him the master of the 230th floor.

The arena erupted in cheers, the audience, being ordinary people, completely unaware of the wisp of resentment from Antomu.

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