"It's been a long time since I've met an opponent who makes my blood boil!"
Sensing Razor's gaze, Ronnel responded with a smirk.
"You want to fight? Then bring it on~"
For the eight-player dodgeball match, Razor had already summoned his Nen beasts, humanoid creatures forged from his aura. As for the criminals, he didn't care about their strength at all.
On Ronnel's side, after the No. 0 Nen beast explained the rules, he began to decide the lineup.
"Ronnel has to play, and Killua and I plan to join, so that makes three," Gon counted on his fingers, trying to finalize the team.
There were ten people available on their side, making it easy to pick eight.
"Count me in. Just standing around and collecting cards without doing anything feels wrong," Goreinu said, raising his hand.
"Same here!" Tsezguerra crossed his arms over his chest, while the three behind him nodded with determined expressions.
"We don't need that many people," Bisky waved her hand dismissively. "My clothes are too loose, so I'd be an easy target. I'll sit this one out."
With that, she pulled Shizuku aside. "We'll do our best to cheer for you!" She cupped her hands around her mouth like a makeshift megaphone before winking at Shizuku.
Let the men handle the sweaty stuff—we just need to look good doing it. Besides...
Bisky's eyes darted between Gon and Killua.
From the sidelines, I can get a clearer picture of how much they've improved these past few days.
But her gaze ultimately settled on Ronnel, who stood there with a confident, almost lazy smile.
Your current strength... Even I, your master, can't fully see through it. Let's see just how far you've come in these two years!
After Bisky and Shizuku stepped back, the lineup was quickly decided: Ronnel, Gon, Killua, Goreinu, Tsezguerra, and three others—making eight players.
"No more questions? Then let's begin."
Razor sized up the opposing team, his eyes lingering on Gon's determined expression before shifting to Ronnel's unreadable face. He chuckled lightly.
"Alright then, let's play."
With Bisky cheering from the sidelines, the players took their positions. The No. 0 Nen beast raised its arm high.
"Game start!!"
Boom!
The moment the words left its mouth, Razor launched the ball high into the air.
"Let's test your weight first~"
As the dodgeball fell, gaining speed, Razor's usually squinted eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp gleam—like an unsheathed blade flashing in the light.
Boom!
He struck the ball with a devastating force, pouring nearly 70% of his aura into the attack. It flew towards Ronnel like a cannonball, its speed and power on par with a full-powered aura blast.
The sheer force of it tore through the air, sending a shockwave across the court. Everyone except Ronnel tensed, their faces paling.
"I've never seen an aura this terrifying!"
Cold sweat dripped from Goreinu, Tsezguerra, and the others. They had already expected Razor to be strong—after all, they had seen him obliterate a criminal with a single aura bomb—but witnessing him go all out was another level entirely.
And they had no idea this was not full Razor's strength.
"Incredible… Is this the power of one of Ging's companions?" Gon's heart pounded in excitement.
Meanwhile, Bisky, watching from the sidelines, narrowed her eyes.
"Trying to show off, huh?" Her gaze flicked to Ronnel, standing right in the ball's path.
"So... what are you going to do, my dear little apprentice?"
At that moment, Ronnel finally reacted.
"As expected from Razor~" Ronnel watched the ball hurtling toward him, his expression as relaxed as ever. He smirked.
"Among all the opponents I've faced, this attack ranks in the top five."
With his current level of insight, Ronnel could tell that Razor was still holding back, concealing about 30% of his true strength. But even if Razor fought at full power, he still wouldn't be a match.
"The power is impressive, but..."
As everyone held their breath, Ronnel slowly raised one hand and opened his palm.
Boom!
The dodgeball, charged with immense aura, connected perfectly with Ronnel's hand. But instead of an explosion, a shockwave, or even a visible impact—
Nothing happened.
There was only the sound of the ball meeting his palm, and then—silence.
The ball, once brimming with condensed aura, now sat motionless in his grasp, completely neutralized. The energy within it had been entirely dispelled, leaving it as nothing more than an ordinary rubber ball.
Ronnel's lips curled into an easy smile.
'Too bad... This is still nowhere near Netero's level.'
As his fingers curled around the ball, gripping it tightly, he glanced at Razor with a relaxed expression.
After facing Netero, I've already seen the pinnacle of human strength. The only ones who can make me go all out now are the truly elite—Maha, Beyond, Ging...
To borrow the words of a certain swordsman:
I'm not like a fool who gives his all just to hunt a rabbit.
It's not arrogance—it's just unnecessary.
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