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"Something's wrong!!"
Woodrow, a middle-aged man with a square face, a determined look, and a strong physique, initially thought there was an earthquake. But as he hurried out of the gym with others, he quickly realized the anomaly and his heart skipped a beat, putting him on high alert.
His vigilance proved correct because just as he sensed something was wrong, he heard a powerful sound slicing through the air from behind and above him.
"Not good!"
His pupils shrank, and instincts honed from years of combat made Woodrow move rapidly without hesitation.
Poof!
A silvery-white 'laser' shot diagonally from the air, striking the spot where Woodrow had been standing, then easily penetrating the ground to an unknown depth.
Upon closer inspection, you would see that what penetrated the ground wasn't a 'laser' at all but a thick, silver-white line resembling a whip.
"Who?!"
After dodging and turning around, Woodrow landed not far away. As he steadied himself, he immediately looked toward his original position.
When he saw the thick silver-white line penetrating the ground to an unknown depth, he quickly traced it to the other end with a mix of fright and anger.
But when Woodrow looked, there was nothing at the other end of the thick silver line.
In other words, after the attack failed, the attacker had moved faster than Woodrow could react.
Boom!!!
Before Woodrow could process the situation, a line gun suddenly shot out from the ground behind him.
The spear tip was extremely sharp and carried a powerful impact, causing the air to whistle.
"Ah!!!"
This time, Woodrow failed to dodge and was struck hard on the back by the powerful line gun.
The Nen energy wrapped around his body with 'hardness' was easily torn apart, and his chest was pierced by the line gun front to back.
Blood splattered, and the line gun's residual force drove Woodrow, impaled through the body, ten meters away, leaving a messy trail of blood in its wake.
"How could... I actually die like this...!"
Woodrow also coughed up blood from his mouth. While his expression was filled with pain, he also felt confusion and unwillingness in his heart.
He was a champion of the Sky Arena and a core member of the Black Dragon Society.
Wealth, power, fame—he had it all.
But now, facing death, all of it was in vain.
Tsk tsk tsk!!!
As if it feared, the line gun quickly unraveled into countless threads after flinging Woodrow a certain distance.
In an instant, blood rained down from the sky, and Woodrow's body was shredded into pieces by the countless threads.
Screams, panic...
From Woodrow's attack to his horrific death, it all happened in a short span of time.
There was no exciting battle, and the dangerous person didn't even show up. The fight was over.
On the street not far from the martial arts gym, Ethan seemed like an outsider, his face indifferent, as he calmly retracted the "Field of Lines" spread underground.
Woodrow wasn't weak.
Although he wasn't first-rate, he was still among the best of the second-tier.
Before Ethan took the Hunter exam, or before the system was online, defeating Woodrow would have required a fierce battle.
But now.
A huge gap in strength had emerged between them.
With just the ability of the Thread Fruit, Ethan didn't even need to show himself, and Woodrow was easily killed.
"Black Dragon...Christina, I hope you can offer me some real challenge!"
Muttering silently to himself, Ethan turned and left, heading to hunt the next target.
The reason the Hunter world is considered a high-level world is due to the extraordinary power that exists in it.
Even in developed cities, it's difficult to impose many restrictions on the powerful.
At the same time, unless the fight between the righteous causes significant chaos, officials usually choose to downplay it or even cover it up.
By tomorrow morning, there might only be a few more news reports about gas tank explosions or accidental deaths.
.....
An hour passed quickly.
Inside the Black Dragon Society headquarters on the 230th floor of the Sky Arena.
"I'm sorry, President. I've contacted all the places Mr. Lance has been to, but I haven't found any trace of him."
"I also discovered that Mr. Lance contacted a man known as Poison while he was out during the day, but we haven't been able to reach him either."
"The last information we have on Mr. Lance is that he was out to recruit someone named Ethan..."
In the room, Sandy returned, but the results were less than ideal. She looked anxiously at Christina sitting across from her, her nervous palms sweating.
No trace.
In the past hour, she'd used almost all her intelligence resources to find Mr. Lance but ultimately failed.
"You mean Lance is missing and may have even been secretly killed, right?"
Christina spoke softly, but the almost tangible murderous aura emanating from her body was enough to reveal her true feelings at this moment.
"Yes...yes, ma'am!" The strong murderous aura soaked Sandy's inner shirt with cold sweat, but she couldn't deceive Christina with any words.
The murderous aura grew stronger, and the room became quieter.
Sandy seemed to hear her own heartbeat, and it felt as if she were facing a terrifying black dragon, filling her with a sense of insignificance.
"Go find this person named Ethan!"
After a while, the powerful murderous aura suddenly disappeared, and Christina's voice sounded again.
Sandy quickly looked up to see Christina, who seemed to have returned to her usual relaxed demeanor.
But Sandy dared not relax because of this and instead grew even more nervous.
"Yes, ma'am, I'll go right away!" She hurriedly left the room again.