Chapter 29: Victory x Netero's Bad Intentions
"Pfft~"
Hanzo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face showing obvious shock.
How could he be this strong?
Hanzo looked incredulously at Lorlin in the arena, instantly analyzing his injuries.
His right forearm was broken, and two of his ribs were fractured.
In an instant, he had been defeated, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was severely injured.
Hanzo couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.
He had endured strict training since childhood, and today, he had persevered through eighteen years of what could only be described as hellish training.
But the result of his eighteen years of training had been a swift defeat, and Hanzo couldn't accept it.
However,
Lorlin wouldn't stop his actions just because Hanzo was shocked.
With a flicker, Lorlin suddenly appeared beside Hanzo.
"Although it's a bit late to say this, I actually don't know how to fight very well," Lorlin said, standing next to Hanzo, lifting his right leg high and bringing it down fiercely toward Hanzo's uninjured left hand.
However, Lorlin's attack wasn't particularly fast; Hanzo simply endured the pain and rolled sideways to dodge.
Then, with a loud crash, the ground where Hanzo had just been lying shattered, and terrifying cracks appeared on the surface, even extending to the nearby wall.
Seeing this scene, Hanzo felt numb.
What does it mean to not know how to fight?
What more do you want?
Lorlin waved his hand to brush off the dust that had risen and, not caring about Hanzo's dodge, turned back to look at him and continued,
"After all, I've hardly fought anyone since childhood, so I don't really know where it hurts the most or how to kill someone. Therefore…"
"Next, I will only attack your limbs. If you still don't surrender after I've smashed your arms and legs, then I will concede and move on to the next match."
"I believe with so many people here, someone will eventually surrender." Lorlin said these terrifying words with a calm expression.
Hanzo: "..."
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Can you listen to what you're saying? Smashing limbs could really kill someone!
Hanzo screamed frantically in his heart.
But looking at Lorlin's completely serious expression, Hanzo understood: the person before him… was serious.
He truly was a novice who had never fought, and he really believed that after smashing his arms and legs, he would still be alive.
"I… I surrender!" Hanzo chose to concede after hesitating for just a moment.
Though he felt very unwilling,
if he bled to death on the field, then that would truly be the end, and even if he were to survive, being left with ruined limbs would render passing the Hunter test meaningless.
Upon hearing Hanzo's surrender, Lorlin also smiled.
Although he had spoken bravely when threatening Hanzo, in truth, he wasn't confident at all that this kind of threat would work.
After all, his next opponent was Killua.
If he dared to use the same tactics against Killua, he feared that in the next moment, Illumi's needle would pierce straight into his head.
And the next match against Gitara would simply be a disguise by Illumi.
Only for the final match could he use threats similar to those he had used on Hanzo.
But the problem was…
The opponent in the last match would likely be either Baoduluo or Leorio. For Leorio, whom he had a fairly good impression of, he obviously wouldn't use such cruel tactics.
But as for Baoduluo…
If that threat failed, Lorlin might really miss out on obtaining the Hunter's license.
At this moment, Hanzo looked at Lorlin, who was smiling happily, with a face full of resentment and said, "Smashing someone's limbs to pieces can kill them, you know."
After speaking, Hanzo walked towards the medical team prepared by the Hunter Association to deal with his injuries.
After all, he still had matches to participate in!
…
On the sidelines,
"Kurapika, if someone's limbs are smashed to pieces, as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, they shouldn't die, right?" Lorlin asked with a puzzled expression.
Kurapika looked at Lorlin and fell silent. He had naturally heard Lorlin's threatening words to Hanzo on the field.
"Is there a possibility that after you smash Hanzo's limbs on the field, the medical team can't approach to stop the bleeding until either he or you concedes?" Kurapika said, speechless.
Lorlin: "..."
Is… is that how it is?!
…
The matches continued.
In the fourth match, Hisoka faced Baoduluo.
The outcome of the battle was, of course, not in doubt.
It was an absolute one-sided affair, and it couldn't even be considered a fight.
Baoduluo was also quite stubborn; no matter how much Hisoka tortured him, he refused to concede.
But…
Against such a worthless opponent with no potential, Hisoka wouldn't show any mercy.
Similar to his encounter with Kurapika, Hisoka leaned in to whisper a few words in Baoduluo's ear when he had lost his fighting capability.
However, the result was completely the opposite.
Baoduluo, extremely unwilling, chose to concede.
In the fifth round,
Killua faced Hanzo.
If Hanzo hadn't been injured, Killua might have fought him.
But at this moment, with Hanzo having lost one arm and two ribs broken, plus having just faced such a miserable defeat against Lorlin,
Killua proudly chose to concede.
Perhaps in his eyes, such an easy match would still lead him to victory even if he lost in the last round!
However, there was also a bit of stubbornness in Killua's choice.
Previously, Netero had said that this match was arranged based on the qualifications to become a Hunter.
In a sense, this meant that Killua, who had only three opportunities, was considered less qualified than Little Jet, who had five chances.
This was something Killua couldn't bear.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, his strength far surpassed Little Jet's, and in terms of talent… as the most talented heir of the Zoldyck family, he believed his abilities were on par with anyone.
In the subsequent fifth match,
Due to Baoduluo's previous serious injuries and Leorio having no thoughts of taking advantage of the situation to win, he voluntarily chose to postpone the match.
Thus, in the fifth match, Killua faced Gitara, or rather, Illumi.
Watching Illumi reveal his true identity on the field and Killua, who was engulfed in fear,
Lorlin subtly glanced at Netero, who was happily watching the show.
Gitara's disguise had fooled everyone else, but it certainly couldn't escape this old man's eyes.
He could guarantee
that this brotherly battle was absolutely orchestrated by Netero, that sly old man.