Hearing Leo's words, Razor narrowed his eyes in thought.
His gaze slowly swept over Leo, as if weighing him up.
The training room was so quiet that only the occasional creak of equipment could be heard; the dozen or so burly men held their breath, their eyes darting back and forth between the two.
Leo didn't rush him, standing quietly in place with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm.
After a moment, Razor spoke slowly, asking a question in return.
"How do you know about us?"
Leo smiled, his tone relaxed.
"Using Nen."
Razor wasn't surprised by this answer.
He rubbed his chin, his rough fingers scratching his jaw twice.
"Is that so? This is quite a headache..."
There was no anger in his tone, only helplessness.
This young man knew too much.
Leo took the initiative to say,
"If you find it troublesome, we can just fight. If I lose, I'll leave immediately. How about it?"
Razor looked up, his narrowed eyes opening a crack.
He looked at Leo, silent for two seconds, then stood up straight, his tall frame casting an oppressive shadow.
"Fine. Since you've put it that way."
His voice was a bit deeper than before, carrying an excitement from having his Battle Intent stirred.
"If you can beat me, I may selectively answer some of your questions."
Leo nodded.
"OK."
He looked around the equipment-filled training room—various apparatuses were scattered everywhere, some right at their feet.
"Fight here? Or somewhere else? I'm afraid if we start, I'll tear this place apart, and it would be a hassle to repair."
Hearing Leo's extremely confident words, the corners of Razor's mouth curled up slightly into a meaningful smile.
"Then I'll play with you for a bit. It's been a long time since I've fought."
He walked toward the door with steady steps, Leo following behind. Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the training room, the two walked out of the fortress gates and headed toward the seaside.
At the shore, the sea breeze was strong, making Leo's clothes flutter loudly.
Waves crashed against the reefs not far away, splashing white foam before receding to leave behind wet black rocks.
The two stood ten meters apart, facing each other.
Leo looked at Razor, his tone flat.
"To show my sincerity, I'll let you make the first move. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't get the chance."
Razor narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face deepening.
"Is that so? Then I won't be polite."
The moment the words fell, purple Nen erupted from his body.
The Nen flowed over the surface of his body, and a powerful Nen Pressure spread in all directions, causing the gravel on the ground to roll.
Leo felt the other's Qi volume and praised him inwardly.
As expected of the person supporting the entire game's spell System, this Nen 'volume' is quite exaggerated.
According to his rough estimate, the aura Razor released was at least four thousand points, and his total Qi should be around 130,000.
This number is already top-tier among human Nen Users.
Thinking about how this guy's current Cultivation level was only at 'Excellent'—the lowest tier—one could see how high Razor's potential was.
It was likely because he had to supply Emitter-type spells for the entire island every day, or some other reason slowed down his Nen Cultivation progress.
If he were to Cultivate to the 'Talent' level, his strength would likely double or more.
Razor saw Leo standing in place without releasing any Nen and looked surprised.
"Hmm? Where's your Nen? Aren't you going to use it?"
Leo smiled.
"No need. With your strength, you won't even be able to touch me."
Razor narrowed his eyes and didn't argue.
But the corner of his mouth twitched slightly—clearly, those words had stung his pride.
He would use action to slap this guy's face.
Razor was the first to move.
He raised his right hand, palm up, and purple Nen converged frantically in his palm, forming a light sphere the size of a soccer ball.
The light sphere emitted a dangerous glow, slightly distorting the surrounding air.
"Watch out!"
He warned, though his tone was confident.
"If you get hit in a vital spot by this Nen Bullet, you'll lose your life!"
Swoosh—!
With a flick of Razor's wrist, the Nen Bullet shot out at an incredible speed, drawing a straight line through the air, aimed directly at Leo's face!
Leo tilted his body slightly with light movements; the Nen Bullet grazed his hair and precisely struck a huge reef not far behind him.
Boom—!!
Amidst the loud explosion, the reef was instantly blown to pieces.
Debris scattered, dust filled the air, and stones of all sizes fell into the sea, creating splashes of water.
Failing to hit with one strike, Razor swung both hands repeatedly.
In an instant, four Nen Bullets shot out from his left and right hands simultaneously, blocking Leo's evasion space from different angles—front, left, right, and above, each aimed at a vital spot.
Leo stood still.
The moment the Nen Bullets were about to hit his body, he extended his right hand, fingers spread, and slapped hard.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Three Nen Bullets were precisely struck by him, like volleyballs being spiked, and reflected back at an even faster speed, shooting straight toward Razor.
Razor's expression changed, and he quickly shifted his steps to dodge.
One Nen Bullet grazed his shoulder, while the other two passed close to his waist.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
The three Nen Bullets exploded behind Razor, the resulting airwave making his clothes flutter.
The last Nen Bullet flew in front of Leo.
He extended his left hand, closed his fingers, and caught the Nen Bullet firmly in his palm.
The Nen Bullet spun frantically in his hand, and then—he squeezed his fingers hard, and the Nen Bullet was crushed directly, turning into countless purple points of light that dissipated in the air.
Razor stood firm and looked at Leo, a flash of surprise crossing his face, which then turned into admiration.
"Impressive! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it to this extent."
Leo shook his hand.
"Let's stop the testing here, Mr. Razor. Attacks of this level are useless against me."
Razor's expression finally became serious; his narrowed eyes fully opened, revealing a sharp light within.
"Oh? It seems I've been underestimated."
The next moment, he moved, charging toward Leo.
His speed was astonishing; in a few strides, he crossed the ten-meter distance and raised a fist to smash Leo's face.
The wind from his fist whistled, and purple Nen condensed on his knuckles into a thick layer of 'Ko'.
Leo instantly saw through Razor's intention—wanting to engage in close combat?
'Good idea, but unfortunately, you've miscalculated.'
Whoosh—
Razor's fist hit nothing but air.
Leo's figure vanished from before his eyes.
Razor's pupils constricted; before he could turn around, he felt a chill down his back.
Leo appeared behind him and lightly raised a finger, poking his back.
Bang!
A massive force came from that finger, and Razor's body flew forward uncontrollably, his feet leaving the ground as he drew an arc in the air.
His eyes widened as he desperately adjusted his posture in mid-air; upon landing, he retreated several steps, his soles plowing two deep furrows in the sand before he barely stabilized himself.
Leo stood where he was, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.
"Mr. Razor, as an Emitter, engaging in physical combat isn't a good habit."
Razor stood up straight and rolled his shoulders where he had been poked.
The force of that finger wasn't light—although he wasn't injured, it was enough to make him realize that this young man's physical strength and speed were far beyond his own.
If he had used a fist instead of a finger just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
'No wonder he's confident he won't lose... It seems I have to go all out.'
Razor took a deep breath, stood tall, and snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The crisp sound of the snap echoed in the sea breeze.
The Nen around him began to move violently, and purple Nen gushed out of his body, twisting and splitting in the air as if it were alive.
A dozen or so condensed Nen Clones separated from his body and landed on the ground around him.
Those Clones quickly took shape the moment they landed—transforming into fourteen humanoid Nen Beasts of varying heights and forms.
Each Nen Beast had a number on its face, from Number One to Number Fourteen.
Some were tall and brawny, some small and lean, some had long thick arms, and some had sturdy legs.
They stood beside Razor like a well-trained army.
This was Razor's ability—'14 Devils'.
Leo looked at those Nen Beasts, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
This was Razor's signature move.
Fourteen automatic-type Nen Beasts with autonomous consciousness; each could act and fight independently, and they could also cooperate with each other.
The power of these Nen Beasts wasn't low; in the original work, they knocked out Goreinu, even made Hisoka's face bleed, and knocked him back several meters.
This required the application of Enhancer and Manipulator techniques; the precision and complexity of this ability far exceeded that of an average Emitter.