Staring at the three kings for a moment, a faint smile curved on Hisoka's lips. Then, with a quick flick of his palm, another card appeared: yet another king.
To everyone else, there were only three people on the field, but to Hisoka, there were clearly four. This scene, where the real and fake Netero overlapped, reminded him too much of what happened that night in Yorknew City.
He still remembered what the fake Feitan had said: "I follow the master's order and have come here to monitor you. My master's name is Larry."
Others thought Larry hadn't made a move and wondered where this second Netero had come from. Only Hisoka knew it was Larry's trick. Even though Larry hadn't appeared, he had already acted.
"Netero, you're really good at hiding," Jed muttered bitterly as he watched the scene unfold.
His Hundred Demons Rakshasa attack was blocked, unable to get any closer. After the golden light that had torn the sky apart faded, the spectacle below was fully revealed. Netero stood firmly behind the massive sharp hand, which couldn't budge him. His right palm pressed against the sharp hand, dissolving its attack.
At that moment, Ditto Netero's entire body glowed with golden light, and a faint image of a large Guanyin statue appeared behind him. He pushed his right palm forward, sending the sharp hand flying backward. Immediately, an even more intense golden light and energy surged into the sky, matching the power of Jed's Hundred Demons Rakshasa.
Ditto Netero then slowly raised his hands, bringing them together, left and right palms meeting in front of him. To everyone else, his movements seemed unusually slow and deliberate. No one understood why he was moving at such a measured pace.
By the time people realized what was happening, Ditto Netero had already made his move. His actions seemed slow at first, but that was only because he moved so fast that afterimages appeared.
In reality, his speed was impressive, before the last movement had even faded from people's eyes, he had already finished it. Suddenly, with a sharp "Bang!" a dull collision echoed as Ditto Netero clenched his hands completely.
Then, a golden light burst forth. Behind him, bathed in that radiant glow, stood a massive golden Guanyin statue with thousands of giant hands faintly visible. This was Chairman Netero's signature ability, the Hundred type of Guanyin.
If anyone had doubts about who the real Netero was before, the appearance of the Hundred type of Guanyin erased all uncertainty. Having worked alongside Netero for so long, Jed instantly recognized the technique.
"You faker! And you still have the nerve to talk to me!" Jed snapped, glancing at the Netero tied up beside him. It turned out the one in front of him was a fake, and all his emotions had been wasted on a sham.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of Netero's mouth. Why was he suddenly being called a fake? Honestly, even Netero had questioned himself when the Hundred type of Guanyin appeared. Was he really the true Netero?
How could he wield such a signature move? At that moment, even Netero doubted himself, let alone anyone else. Except for a few, most believed the later arrival was the real Netero.
On the battlefield, Netero's Hundred type of Guanyin clashed sharply with Jed's Rakshasa. One radiated a powerful black On, while the other shone with dazzling golden energy. It was a clear contrast, good versus evil, facing off.
"It's been years since I've seen anything like this, Netero," Jed said, watching the familiar scene unfold with a sigh of relief.
"It's been decades. The last time we fought like this, I was beating you up!" Netero replied in a deep voice. "Jed, I know the On you carry in your heart. Let it go, attack me!"
"I was truly sorry for what happened back then," Netero added solemnly, his voice sincere. Anyone who heard it could tell he meant every word from the bottom of his heart.
Anyone who sees this knows that the real Chairman Netero is no stranger to such matters. His actions are not sudden or unreasonable at all, especially to those familiar with the Zodiacs and the deeper story behind it. But there's one exception, Netero himself.
Each time Ditto Netero spoke, a new black line appeared on his forehead, a clear sign of his deep frustration. These words were all true and reflected his inner thoughts perfectly, but they were exactly what he wanted to say.
After all, these were his words! Now that someone else had spoken what he wanted to say, what more was left for him?
"Hehehe, Netero! Do you really think I'm going to forgive you just because you said that?" Jed sneered repeatedly, and the On he had been holding back for years suddenly exploded.
His face twisted into a fierce outline of the Rakshasa, and the air around them filled with a dark, blue-black hatred, turning the entire scene into a chilling, lifeless place. The night, already dark, was now shrouded in this eerie glow of rage.
But standing right across from him was Ditto Netero, radiating a golden light. On his left was Guanyin, also glowing warmly, and on his right stood the strange and vengeful Rakshasa. The real Netero looked almost like a decoration, caught between these two powerful forces.
Following Jed's roar, the massive Rakshasa began to move. But instead of swiping with his clawed hands as expected, he straightened his arms and pointed his palms directly at Netero.
Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of On gathered in his pale hands, transforming instantly into a massive flame bomb. Two blue-black ghostly flames flickered like hellfire, their mere sight enough to send chills down anyone's spine. The terrifying light lit up the dark night like will-o'-the-wisps, making everyone shudder.
This was the true power of the Rakshasa. Unlike what many thought, the Rakshasa excelled at long-range attacks. It was like a telekinetic bomb for those who could use telekinesis, gathering pure On in its palms and launching giant, deadly blasts of hatred.
The airship that appeared in front of him was too weak to bother using the on bomb; a simple flick of his pointed hand could easily blow up several spaceships at once. But now, facing Ditto Netero, he had to bring out his best attack. In close combat, he wasn't as skilled as Netero's Guanyin, but when it came to long-range attacks, his Rakshasa was far superior.
Within seconds, he transformed faint flames into massive flame bombs. Since these attacks were formed from concentrated On, they possessed corrosive properties that ordinary aura didn't have.
On is an energy made up of almost all negative emotions, anger, fear, strangeness, death, you name it. That's why Jed and the others were able to create the "On serum" and turn people into resentful puppets.
The power of Rakshasa, condensed from these negative emotions, is not to be underestimated. Decades ago, when the Shadow Army was being wiped out, On played a huge role in their downfall.