There is always a way out.
"Old man, it is useless for you to say these things to me now."
Sean looked directly into Netero's eyes and chuckled lightly. "Since there really are gods in this world, I imagine the divine realm wouldn't mind one more Sean!"
A young man naturally has lofty aspirations, unlike the Yellow River that flows for eternity. There was no Yellow River here, but there was the Mobius Lake, countless times longer and wider!
Dispelling the laziness around his body, a trace of subtle aura dissipated from Sean's body. That was "Conqueror's Haki" responding to Sean's call of ambition, actively jumping out and radiating toward the surroundings.
'I am Monkey D. Luffy, the man who will become the Pirate King!' Netero felt this aura and suddenly thought of Luffy from Sean's works. That rubber boy, moving unswervingly toward his dream. It looked somewhat comical, but inexplicably... Netero felt he could succeed!
Because compared to seeing Sean knock out all the man-faced apes with one blow on TV...
Now, feeling it in person... The Chairman narrowed his eyes, discovering a clue. Sean's "Qi" contained a flavor of a "brilliant king." Smelling it was like seeing an emperor sitting high in the depths of a palace; it actually made him feel heart palpitations and an urge to submit. This was a direct feeling that even that King Hoicoro of Kakin could not bring him. It was truly a huge "rarity."
So... 'This is Conqueror's Haki!' Netero had not missed a single issue of "One Piece." Naturally, he knew what this aura represented.
However, for the true visitor from another world, Hashirama, who had tossed and turned in that fart-sized place called Konoha... The First Hokage obviously did not know what Conqueror's Haki was. He only faintly felt that Sean's momentum had changed instantly!
"You brat!" Hashirama rarely lost his composition. The ramen in his bowl no longer smelled good. He flashed forward, already reaching Sean, and reached out to grab his wrist to investigate. Unexpectedly, he forgot that he was currently a projection of will. His hand passed straight through Sean's body.
"Don't waste your effort, Mr. Hashirama," Sean said faintly, seeing through Hashirama's thoughts at a glance. "You can't touch it, and you can't learn it."
"Oh ho ho... Although that is true, it is really astonishing..." Hashirama withdrew his hand awkwardly and quietly sized up Sean. Between the opening and closing of those peaceful eyes, an unprecedented brilliance bloomed. "It doesn't matter if I can't learn it, but this old man can be certain that... this power of yours is very dangerous and very strong! If used well, it will definitely not be inferior to 'Yang Release'!"
Ginger becomes spicier as it gets older. Conqueror's Haki was indeed extraordinary, especially after being adjusted by "Sage" to a "Nen" version; it was even more exceptional!
A certain famous education enthusiast, Teacher Kaido, once said—Haki is everything!
And as an existence that might not awaken in one out of a million people, Conqueror's Haki was the king of Haki, the standard equipment for top powerhouses!
For example, Four Emperors Shanks used one slash, "Divine Departure," to crush Kidd. Or hear of the seventy-year-old veteran who destroyed the Beehive with one move, "Galaxy Impact"...
Only by knowing Conqueror's Infusion can one become, and be called by the world, a true King. Hashirama admitted he was jealous. He finally came out for a trip, and not only did he not play any role, but he was also "educated" by this kid Sean one after another. Sure enough, in another world, blue comes from the indigo plant but is bluer than the plant itself!
Suddenly, Hashirama couldn't wait to go to... the "Dark Continent" the two were discussing to take a look. Unfortunately, now was not the time. Hashirama turned his head and glanced at Sean.
Sean reached out a hand, kneading the white clouds beside him, and continued, "Old man, congratulations on succeeding in your provocation."
"I want to go to the Dark Continent, and I also want the intelligence you old guys have collected."
"Ho ho ho... You can't say it like that. This can't be counted as a provocation," Netero looked at Sean with burning eyes and said, "Child, I am old. There is nothing left in this world for me to be nostalgic about..."
"I dare not say anything else, but when the day comes that you decide to set off, just tell this old man. I want to sprinkle my last remaining heat on that unknown land!"
Having been the Chairman for a lifetime, Netero was tired and had had enough. It was time... to repay that punch from years ago!
An old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand miles. It was just a pity...
"Old man, I'm afraid you won't wait until that day," Sean said, not bearing to strike Netero down completely. "The future belongs to young people. On the new ship to the Dark Continent, there might no longer be a seat for you."
What did he mean? Why did this child speak as annoyingly as a certain crummy old man?
Sure enough, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.
"Hmph hmph... Don't underestimate this old man. Aside from you, there really aren't many people in this world who dare to take a punch from me!"
Netero glared at Sean noncommittally and floated to stand on the edge of the river valley with him.
At that time, the airship also landed. The group of examinees, along with the three examiners—Menchi, Buhara, and Satotz—walked out one after another.
Among them, one figure was missing. It was that weirdo—"Gittarackur"!
"He's not dead yet..." Illumi slipped out from the back of the crowd and found Hisoka. Watching him climb out of a deep pit limping, he clicked his tongue. He really looked pathetic enough.
"Why didn't you use 'Nen'?" Illumi couldn't understand. Why didn't Hisoka honestly follow the main group off the ship? Instead... he chose to learn from Sean and Netero using the stupidest, dumbest, and most direct "flesh landing" method. This wasn't something a Transmuter would do. An Enhancer, maybe.
"Heh heh heh..." Meeting Illumi's dead fish eyes, Hisoka turned over and sat on the ground, supporting himself with one arm. His eyes, curved into crescents, looked greedily at Netero and Sean over there. He licked his lips and said, "I... just don't want to be weaker than my apples..."
Unwilling!
Yes... just unwilling! The fruit farmer's pride rose up; he didn't even care about his life!
Illumi was stunned. Those dead fish eyes devoid of any emotional color looked Hisoka up and down. It was like looking at a stranger... making him feel somewhat unfamiliar.
Did the fruit farmer raise fruits until he discovered he couldn't even bite through the peel?
Even the apple wanted to turn around and bite the farmer. This was the twisted version of the Farmer and the Snake.
"Be grateful to me. After you die, I will build you a tomb in the shape of playing cards," Illumi said expressionlessly. The pins all over his face made eerie creaking sounds as his lips opened and closed.
"Oh ho ho ho... You don't have high hopes for me?" Hisoka slicked back his hair and looked at Illumi gloomily, smiling.
It wasn't that he didn't have high hopes, but that it was unrealistic. Illumi quietly looked toward Netero and Sean standing side by side. That bastard had developed abnormally and had already grown into a towering tree. Since childhood, Illumi had needed to look up to him, and now he couldn't even see the other's heels.
So... "If you really want to challenge them, wait until you pass Chrollo's test first."
"Oh ho ho ho..." Hisoka covered his face, suppressing his laughter. looking at Illumi through the gaps in his fingers, he said, "I suddenly regret coming to participate in this Hunter Exam."
"Compared to those two... Chrollo... is just a rotten apple."
"Tasteless to eat, but a pity to discard."
"Then are you still going to fight him?" Illumi asked.
"I still have to fight..." Hisoka stood up and walked toward the crowd, saying, "Just consider him the appetizer before the main course, heh heh heh..."
Appetizer? As the head of an A-class criminal group, surely he wouldn't be simple.
Be careful not to capsize in the gutter. Illumi watched Hisoka walk away expressionlessly, then lifted his foot to follow.
At this time, everyone had walked out of the airship and gathered by the river valley to look down.
The deep river valley was bottomless. Someone tried throwing a stone down, but there was no echo for a long time.
So... where were the "eggs" of the boiled eggs? Don't tell me I have to take out my own eggs to boil...
Everyone looked at Menchi. Menchi scoffed, took off her pants, wearing only leggings, and in front of Todo and the crowd of examiners, leaped into the river valley. "Here...I'll demonstrate for you first."
"Watch closely."
As she spoke, she disappeared from everyone's view with a whoosh .
"Holy crap...Is she committing suicide to escape punishment? Does she have to be so intense!"
"What the hell do you mean suicide to escape punishment! Even if we all die, that woman won't kill herself... Open your dog eyes and look carefully. There must be another mystery in the river valley. Maybe the eggs are in there."
"Ho ho ho... There are a few sharp-eyed ones." Netero stood with his hands behind his back, facing the examiners, and explained leisurely, "Mt. Mufabuki is inhabited by Spider Eagles. She jumped down to collect Spider Eagle eggs."
Damn, the eggs are really down there? It's so deep; won't you fall to your death jumping down? The noise was clamorous. Except for Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, Hanzo, Ponzu, Cherry, and a few others who were relatively confident in their own strength, the other examinees undoubtedly swallowed their saliva, their legs trembling.
"This test should be about courage." Hashirama swept his eyes across the scene, taking in everyone's reactions. He smiled and said to Sean, "Collecting eggs from a bottomless abyss is a nice test question, but compared to the Dark Continent you and that old man were discussing..."
"This test question is not worth mentioning."
"Yes... not worth mentioning."
So... it was time to leave. He snapped his fingers casually and called out Number Two.
Letting him take his place in the remaining Hunter Exam, Sean put his hands in his pockets and flashed out of the exam venue.
"Chairman, aren't you going to stop him?"
"Stop him? Will you stop him or should I? Didn't you see how badly this old man was beaten?" Netero reached out and slapped the rash Buhara, sparing a corner of his peripheral vision to watch Sean leave, and glanced at Number Two in passing.
The brat promised him to participate in the exam, but he didn't say in what way. Wasn't a Shadow Clone also him?
"Let's just let him go..."
"We'll just wait for a year and see how that old thing Maha gets beaten."