The criminals who had been watching from the sidelines scattered in both directions the moment Ronnel unleashed his aura.
Under Razor's command, one of his Nen beasts, marked with the number "3," braced itself for the incoming dodgeball.
At the same time, Numbers 4 and 5, as well as 6 and 7, merged into the larger, sturdier Numbers 9 and 13, positioning themselves behind Number 3.
The three Nen beasts moved in sync, mirroring the strategy Gon, Killua, and Hisoka had used in the original match to catch Razor's power-packed throw.
Meanwhile, the smaller Number 1 and Number 2 flanked the sides, acting as buffers to absorb the impact.
A tense silence fell over the court as everyone held their breath, waiting to see if the ball would be caught.
Gon and Tsezguerra watched in surprise. The realization that Razor's Nen beasts could merge caught them off guard, but they quickly understood the reasoning behind it.
Razor himself wasn't certain he could catch Ronnel's shot, so he was maximizing his beasts' combined strength to test its power.
Even Goreinu and Tsezguerra, despite their inability to gauge Ronnel's full strength, could tell that this throw carried nearly all of his aura and energy.
And deep down, they both had the same thought:
The outcome of this match depends on this shot.
Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the aura-infused ball rocketed forward at blinding speed, slamming into Number 3.
What happened next left everyone stunned.
The ball didn't just hit Number 3—it tore through it as if the beast was made of paper.
And it didn't stop there.
After punching through Number 3, the ball continued straight through Numbers 9 and 13, as if they weren't even there.
With its momentum unbroken, the dodgeball shot out of the court, crashing into the far wall of the gymnasium before soaring into the night sky like a meteor.
A heavy silence followed.
For a few moments, the only sound was the faint whisper of the wind. Then, a few stunned spectators let out involuntary gasps.
As everyone processed what had just happened, the bodies of the three shattered Nen beasts convulsed briefly before dissolving into nothingness.
Even those who didn't fully grasp Ronnel's strength could only gulp in awe.
"S-So strong..."
Gon muttered, his voice filled with shock. His reaction was the most straightforward among them, but it perfectly captured what everyone was thinking.
On Razor's side, the criminals shivered collectively. Ronnel's sheer power terrified them, but none dared to speak. Razor stood with his back to them, and without seeing his face, they had no way of gauging his reaction. They remained silent, fearing that even the slightest comment might anger him and land them in the same trouble as Bopobo.
Razor himself stood motionless, feeling the fluctuations in his remaining Nen beasts.
'Numbers 3, 9, and 13 are out.'
He took a deep breath, assessing the situation.
'Numbers 1 and 2 are still hanging on, but at this point, they won't make a difference. If he serves another shot like that, they'll be wiped out instantly.'
His expression turned serious. His eyes, usually relaxed, were sharp and focused as he studied Ronnel, trying to discern any weaknesses.
But then—
"Oops, looks like I overdid it."
Ronnel's voice was casual, almost playful, as he smiled at Razor.
It was an expression Razor had seen before.
He reminds me of Ging...
The thought flashed through Razor's mind unexpectedly.
"Actually," Ronnel continued, raising a hand, "that last shot wasn't just a simple dodgeball throw. It was imbued with Nen—similar to a Nen bomb."
As he spoke, aura surged around his palm, coalescing into a pulsating sphere of energy.
"Using actual dodgeballs at this point is kind of a waste. We might as well—"
Whoosh!
A fully-formed Nen bullet materialized in Ronnel's hand, radiating overwhelming power.
"—just play with Nen bullets instead. Sound good?"
Razor stood frozen, his instincts screaming at him. The sheer force emanating from the Nen bullet confirmed what he already suspected.
This is stronger than the dodgeball he threw earlier...
He sighed.
"No need to continue."
Gon's eyes widened. "Does that mean—"
"Yes. The match is over."
Razor let out a small chuckle, his usual easygoing demeanor returning, though there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
He had fought strong opponents before. He had even trained under Ging Freecss. But this... this was something else.
The moment that Nen bullet appeared, he knew—there was no point in continuing.
There was simply no way to win.
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