Sommy quietly took two steps back.
Tonpa, who had lost his number tag, had already set his sights on his prey and the other three applicants.
This way, he could get six points, but it was extremely difficult.
Most importantly, this conflicted with Sommy's own goal.
His goal was Kurapika, and it was obvious that Tonpa couldn't help him now.
"Originally, I was thinking that if it didn't work, I would get enough points from the other three applicants, but now it seems..."
He glanced at Tonpa's state and retreated again.
Tonpa now had nothing, but he still had a card on him.
What if Tonpa got desperate and wanted to take his number tag…
Thinking of this, Sommy weighed the current situation again in his heart.
"I want to gather three points by hunting three applicants, and Tonpa also wants to hunt three applicants, so this is likely to cause a conflict."
"So..."
He left quietly with his partner Kamuri: "It's better to go solo."
Tonpa didn't care about Sommy's situation.
After he made up his mind, he took action immediately.
He embarked on the journey to find Ponzu.
Little did they know that Ponzu was also looking for the other three applicants like the two of them.
Her target was Lan, and if she really tried to snatch his tag, it would be no different from her own death.
Hanzo had the same idea as Ponzu.
He also felt that if he went to find Hisoka, there would be no other result except losing his life there.
Then, he chose to look for the other three applicants.
And this also led to the fact that the applicants with average strength on the island basically suffered.
Like Shishito, Kyu, Pokkle, Kenmi, Ryu…
These people, in addition to hunting their own target, also have to face those applicants who want to hunt three applicants.
Their survival pressure is not ordinary.
Not to mention, there is also Hisoka.
He obviously doesn't want to go to such great lengths to find his target but just plans to kill three people to get three points.
It is against this background that the atmosphere on the entire Zevil Island is even more solemn and heavy.
In a dark underground cave, there is an extremely strong smell of blood.
Click, click, click…
After a strange clicking sound, there was a young voice.
"Hiding in this place and setting so many snakes as traps, it is really painstaking."
Gittarackur has a voice that is completely different from his appearance.
It sounds particularly young and clean.
"But all this is in vain."
Gittarackur walked forward, stepping on countless chopped-off and jumping snakes.
He walked to the snake charmer, Bourbon, who had been stabbed with a needle all over his face.
He took the number tag 103 he wanted from him.
As for the snakes behind him, they shrank into the cracks of the rocks without making a sound.
They dared not make any strange noises or show their faces.
All the snakes that did so turned into broken sections under Gittarackur's feet.
They would be killed in seconds if they showed their heads. In front of this man, it was not just talk.
After getting the number tag, Gittarackur returned along the original path.
Stepping on the broken snakes on the ground again, he slowly walked towards the cave entrance.
At this time, on the branches near the cave entrance.
A small blowpipe slowly emerged from the gap between the leaves next to it.
Geretta, who was hiding in the treetops, was very patient.
He had already applied a poison that could immediately paralyze an elephant on the tip of the poison needle.
As long as Gittarackur was hit by the needle, he could basically be paralyzed in the next second.
"Judging from the structure of this cave, it must be pitch black below."
"Even if a candle is lit, there will only be a faint light."
"So once he walks out of it, even for a moment, as a normal person, his eyes will definitely adapt to the dazzling light outside and close subconsciously."
"At that moment, it is the best time for me to launch an attack!!"
Geretta was ready to go; this was the best distance for him.
Even if he missed a shot, he could retreat immediately.
Even if the opponent was very dangerous, Geretta was sure that he could get away safely.
This was his confidence as a senior and experienced hunter.
But…
He didn't know that there was an old saying that said this.
Those who are used to riding horses are used to falling, and those who drown in the river are good at swimming.
People always fall flat on their faces in what they think is their expertise.
At another place.
"Tsk!"
Siper was very unhappy and threw her card to the side.
Whoosh!
A ninja with a shiny forehead did not say anything and went straight to the number tag.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dense forest.
"Damn it!!"
Siper cursed inwardly and then looked at the sniper rifle in front of her, which was cut into several sections and still had Shuriken stuck in it.
She sighed helplessly.
Siper's sniping skills, which she was proud of, were useless in front of Hanzo.
Fortunately, Hanzo's purpose was just for the number tag.
After Siper handed over her number tag, the guy also disappeared.
"But my journey to the Hunter Exam has come to an end."
She sat dejectedly on the big rock next to her.
"It's the same again this year."
She finally made it to the fourth round, and she was only one step away from the final round.
But it was like a natural chasm, and she couldn't get over it and fell every time.
"If this continues, maybe next year will be more difficult, the competition will be more intense, and the possibility of passing the Hunter Exam will become increasingly slim."
In this way, let alone obtaining that kind of strange power, she might have died in these tests.
Thinking of this, Siper hesitated.
In the end, she fumbled in her arms and took out the business card left to her by the man who shared the same room with her that night.
"Nostrade Family, huh…"
At the same time, the other applicants were also hunting each other.
Pokkle was lucky enough to get the number 362 card he wanted from Kenmi, who was at the bottom of the list.
Bodoro and Shishito also fought for a while, and Bodoro finally won.
He took the number 89 card of the target.
It must be said that sometimes luck is indeed a part of experience.
Neither of them drew a particularly difficult target, and they were not targeted by troublesome guys.
So they quickly got the qualification to pass this round without any danger.
After getting the number cards they wanted, the two of them quickly disappeared and hid on this small island.
Tonpa was searching for Ponzu's trace, while Ponzu was looking for a place suitable for setting a trap to lure the applicants.
She thought that someone would definitely come to hunt her. When the time came, she would defeat them and then go hunt for the other two.
Sommy also moved out quickly.
However, with his weak strength, he often just followed behind Hanzo and was several steps slower.
While he was still searching for the applicants' traces, Hanzo had already beaten up Kyu who came to find him, or rather, delivered himself to his door.
"Sorry, if you want to hunt me, you may have to practice for several more years."
Hanzo plays with the card in his hand: "But a few years may not be enough. On this basis, you may have to multiply it by several times."
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