Chapter 10: Gon


    An raised his hand and said: “Gon, you’re my dear (stupid) little brother, I will let you attack first.”


    An was Gon’s teacher, so it’s expected for the former to be more proficient in Nen.


    Gon knew this all too well, but if he didn’t ept a challenge, he wouldn’t get stronger.


    Now An allowed him to make the first attack. Gon won’t decline such an advantage. Stepping forward, Gon’s feet cracked the ground as heunched himself toward An.


    An didn’t evade Gon, who was trying to punch him. Instead, he covered his fist with Nen before meeting Gon’s fist head-on.


    The two Nen covered fists collided, creating a small shock wave. Gon didn’t relent. He directly started punching and kicking at An without any rest, which caused Gon’s stamina to drop at a fast rate as he was using Nen.


    As he slowed down, An directly kicked him on the chest and sent him away like a cannonball.


    Gon got up after hitting the ground and asked: “Can we fight again?”


    “Yes, of course.”


    Gon Supported himself with one hand before standing up straight.


    During this time, An surely could take him down again, but he didn’t do so. He didn’t have any noble reason, but he felt it was unnecessary.


    Gon rubbed his chest as it still hurt slightly. Fortunately, his instincts helped hone his skill to follow the direction of the hit he was receiving, which reduced a great deal of damage.


    Otherwise, that kick he just got would render him unconscious without any doubt.


    An gestured for gone with a finger and said: “Come!”


    Gon took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and suddenly, his Aura burst out astonishingly.


    Although he was still young, he was stubborn still and didn’t ept defeat no matter what.


    Once again, Gonunched himself toward An like a wild animal as he started attacking.


    One punch, two kicks, three punches…


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Gon attacked without stop while An blocked and evaded everything. Gon didn’t manage tond a hit.


    An’s Nen techniques were superior to Gon’s as Gon only knew those basics of the Nen of me. He has only a small chance to hit An as he was currently.


    A rule is known throughout the world, the greater the difference in power, the smaller the chance of winning the weaker party had.


    That rule applied to Nen users as well.


    An wasn’t in a hurry to win, after all, except for Gon, he didn’t have any sparring partner in the ind.


    Although Gon only learned the Nen’s basics, he had good physical power and fitness, and too much will power.


    An himself knew that his own will power and strength couldn’tpare to Gon’s.


    His advantage was his knowledge of Gon’s fighting style and also his superior skills in Nen.


    After struggling for a while, Gon finally seeded innding a hit on An’s face.


    With a tone full of surprise, Gon said: “I really managed tond a hit.” His face was almost splitting from smiling too widely.


    But then he was stunned. He saw that An almost didn’t feel his punch and was shocked when he heard An say: “It hurts a little bit.”


    “How can this…”


    Gon immediately received a heavy punch, and then he was kicked by An.


    After a while, Gon got up and felt a little embarrassed about his defeat.


    “Can you still fight?” An asked with a rxed stance.


    Whether it was the technique or amount of Nen, he was currently stronger than Gon.


    So, no matter how much Gon wanted to fight, he was fine with it.


    He wanted just to convince Gon, who was obviously a stone-headed kid that wasn’t easily convinced.


    His stubbornness was probably something he inherited from his father.


    Now, Gon wasn’t just unconvinced, but he was also puzzled.


    A few months ago, when he asked An to teach him Nen, he clearly remembered that An said he didn’t start training in Nen for too long.


    He thought that since there wasn’t such a huge gap in time from when both started Nen, he could catch up to him.


    But after the spar just now, he could tell that he wasn’t An’s opponent, and that’s the source of his doubt and confusion.


    Am I stupid? Maybe I don’t have talent? Or did I not work hard enough? Gon was starting to doubt himself.


    An saw him muttering without hearing what he said and could only walk over and ask: “What are you doing?”


    Gon raised his head and asked: “An, be honest with me. How long have you been practicing Nen?”


    “Longer than you have,” An replied calmly.


    Gon didn’t notice the guilt An hid within his tone and asked again: “How much longer?”


    “Two or three years.” An made up a time casually because he knew that Gon wouldn’t let it go.


    If the time he chose was below that, Gon would still doubt himself.


    “Where did you learn it?”


    An shrugged and replied: “Of course it’s my home, the Kingdom of basta.”


    Gon scratched his head as he remembered An’s ‘identity’ and said: “Yes, you’re a prince. You probably had a teacher training you in Nen.”


    “Yes.” An wanted tough as he wondered if the system can be considered his teacher.


    “That’s why you’re so powerful.” Gon Said.


    “I’m not that good.” An replied humbly.”


    “It’s still better than I am.” Gon sighed.


    “That’s true.” An didn’t deny the truth.


    Although Gon’s doubts mostly vanished, after all, An practiced Nen for two or three years, so it was normal for him to lose.


    When ites to practice, he had to call An his Sensei (teacher).


    But he didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to admit defeat so easily, so he still raised his head and said with great intensity: “An, let’s fight again.”