At this moment, the referee's voice rang out: "CRITICAL! Gon gets 2 points!"
"Whoa—!" The arena instantly erupted in deafening cheers!
The audience's faces were flushed; they didn't truly believe Gon could win, but seeing the arrogant Hisoka get hit, a twisted sense of pleasure thrilled them.
Hisoka licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression not one of pain, but as if he had tasted an unexpected delicacy.
With a chillingly excited smile, he slowly walked towards Gon.
Gon had done what he promised. He took out the number 44 tag from his pocket, and Hisoka took it directly. This represented his formal acknowledgment of this 'unripe fruit' at this moment.
The moment their eyes met, both almost simultaneously leaped back, creating distance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Gon immediately activated 'Gyo,' concentrating his aura in his eyes. The aura around his body also fully erupted.
Seeing this, Hisoka's eyes flashed with surprise, then turned into an even thicker excitement: "It seems you know something about my Nen Ability... but it seems you don't know enough yet!"
Before he finished speaking, Hisoka's figure had already vanished.
"So fast!" Gon's pupils contracted sharply; this speed far exceeded his expectations! He instinctively kicked out.
"Slap!" The attack was easily blocked by Hisoka, and immediately afterward, a tearing pain came from his abdomen—Hisoka's fist was deeply embedded within it.
"Ugh!" Gon grunted, his entire body flying backward uncontrollably as if struck by a massive hammer.
"Gon!" Killua abruptly stood up from his seat, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms from the force. A mix of anger and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.
Hisoka's power far exceeded his worst imagination. This feeling of watching his friend get beaten up, yet being powerless to do anything, almost suffocated him.
Kyle's expression was extremely grave: "Hisoka didn't even use 'Ken' to significantly strengthen his fist just now... he purely relied on his basic aura and physical strength to generate that kind of force."
Wing, beside him, said in a deep voice: "This is the difference in absolute aura. Gon, do you feel this chasm...? Don't push yourself too hard..."
Before Gon landed, the corner of his eye horrifyingly caught sight of Hisoka, like a ghost, appearing at his landing spot behind him!
What shocked him even more was that the punch Hisoka threw was extremely exaggerated, extending his right hand to its limit, as if brimming with all his power.
Cannot take it head-on! Gon forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, crossing his arms to protect his head, concentrating his aura for defense.
But the next moment, something incredible happened!
Hisoka's fist seemed to carry a strange, rotating, penetrating force, easily tearing through his arm defense and solidly smashing into his cheek!
"Bang!"
Gon crashed heavily to the ground, a mouthful of fresh blood uncontrollably spurring out. His vision blurred, and the world spun.
With astonishing perseverance, he rolled over, jumped back, and again created distance. No, even though he could see, his body couldn't keep up at all!
The speed and strength were too far apart!
And... my right hand... He horrifyingly noticed that his right hand's movement was abnormally sluggish, as if stuck by invisible glue.
Was it when they exchanged number tags! Or during his previous attack and defense.
He instantly understood his predicament and immediately dispersed the continuously consuming 'Gyo,' dedicating his limited aura entirely to his body's defense.
"Knockdown, hit, Hisoka gets four points." The referee's judgment echoed through the arena.
Hisoka savored the indomitable light in the boy's eyes; it was truly delicious.
Is it over just like this? No! Absolutely not!
A stubbornness and anger originating from his bones erupted, dispelling the pain in his body and the complacency in his heart.
Gon's eyes became as resolute as a beast in a desperate situation. He stared intently at Hisoka: "Hisoka! Next, I'll show you my new power!"
He roared, and all his mind and power surged wildly towards his right fist.
To everyone's horrified gaze, his right fist and even his forearm instantly transformed into a deep, ink-black color that seemed to absorb all light!
"It... it changed color! Gon's right hand turned black!" The commentator's voice was distorted by extreme shock, "What... what exactly is this? Is it a new Nen Ability? Or some unknown mutation?"
Hisoka's pupils slightly widened, and his usual playful smile completely vanished for the first time, replaced by a pure greed and interest, like discovering an unknown treasure.
He could feel it; it was definitely not a Nen Ability, but another... a completely different system, full of a sense of primal power!
"Hmph!" Gon shot out like an arrow from a bowstring again, his dark right fist cutting through the air, striking directly at Hisoka's face.
What was astonishing was that Hisoka didn't dodge or evade!
He even slightly raised his head and widened his eyes. He wanted to personally experience and feel the impact brought by this 'unknown'!
"Bang!"
The fist, enveloped in Armament Haki, landed solidly. Hisoka's face snapped to the side, and blood splattered from his mouth.
A burning pain came, but he was laughing, laughing from the bottom of his heart, his body trembling slightly.
Pain, such a wonderful feeling!
Seeing this, Gon, as if finding a rallying cry, unleashed a storm of punches towards Hisoka's face!
That's it! That's it! Hisoka screamed maniacally in his heart, desperately suppressing his instinct to counterattack immediately, enjoying this wonderful assault!
Finally, as Gon jumped up, concentrating all his strength and momentum into that dark right fist, preparing to deliver a decisive blow—
Hisoka's index finger, like playing a death symphony, elegantly hooked slightly.
"Damn it!" Gon only felt an irresistible, immense pulling force on his right fist.
His full-power, certain-to-hit strike instantly missed, and his body, due to overexertion, was pulled off balance, leaving him completely exposed!
"Puff!" Hisoka's counterattack was simple, direct, and brutal.
A heavy punch, already prepared, smashed mercilessly into Gon's face without any fancy moves.
Gon was sent flying backward.
Immediately afterward, Hisoka's index finger moved again, forcibly pulling Gon's flying body back, and a fierce knee strike slammed into his abdomen.
"Ugh—!" Gon's eyes bulged from the pain, his stomach churning, and sour bile mixed with blood foam spewed from his mouth, almost suffocating him.
This was not over. Hisoka then raised his foot, delivering a heavy side kick that precisely struck his left waist.
Gon, like a kicked sandbag, screamed again as he flew out, rolling several times on the ground before barely stopping.
The entire venue was silent.
The audience's cheers had long vanished, replaced by a silence awed by the cruel reality.
Only the referee's cold voice echoed, announcing the seemingly inevitable outcome:
"Knockdown, heavy hit, left hit, right hit valid... Hisoka gains five points. Hisoka's total is nine points."
Gon, with constantly trembling arms, desperately propped himself up from the ground, struggling to raise his upper body.
Every part of his body ached, and his mouth was full of the rusty taste of blood. He raised his face, sweat, dust, and blood mixing together, dripping from his stubborn chin.
But those eyes remained resolute, like an unextinguished flame.
Nine points to two points.
One more point lost, and he would lose.