"Ahem... I am the examiner of this test. The level that the two candidates need to pass now involves defeating the two opponents on the opposite side.
If you win both battles, a new channel will open immediately. If you win one and lose one, 50 hours will be deducted. If you lose both battles, you will be eliminated directly.
Additionally, I must remind you that this level is a matter of life and death. If either party is killed, no responsibility will be held."
A monitor was set up above a corner of the room and was equipped with a speaker. As Ethan Wells and Lisa looked at it, Liber's voice soon sounded.
Ethan glanced at the monitor and looked at Lisa beside him without much concern: "Do you want to go first, or should I?"
"I'll go first!" Lisa said confidently, moving her hands and feet easily, then jumped onto the central platform, which was essentially a ring.
At the same time, the two people on the opposite side of the ring also turned their attention to Lisa.
"A woman? I'm not interested in fighting a woman. I'll leave her to you," said the taller figure, who appeared to be over two meters tall. The other was the opposite, very thin and small, almost like a teenager.
The speaker was the tall man. He glanced at Lisa on the stage before withdrawing his gaze, taking a few steps back, and sitting against the wall.
"Thank you then. I haven't interacted with a woman for a long time, let alone such a top-notch one!"
The thin man seemed pleased with his companion's decision and eagerly removed his cloak.
As he stood, his appearance was revealed—a thin man with a sharp face and monkey-like features.
This man looked to be about thirty or forty years old. After removing his cloak, he eyed Lisa on the ring with an excited and lewd expression.
Click!
The sound of shackles unlocking echoed as if the prisoners had decided on the order of appearance. The heavy shackles on the hands and feet of the sharp-faced man fell off.
"Hmm...?"
On the ring, as Lisa saw the shackles being removed from the man, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Is he a Nen user?"
As a qualified Nen user, it's a basic skill to discern whether an opponent is a Nen user.
Although Lisa appeared relaxed, she was fully alert.
When the shackles were removed from the man, Lisa sensed the aura emanating from him, and he used 'Tangle' to envelop himself with his aura.
Such a situation undoubtedly indicated that the sharp-faced man was a Nen user.
Below the ring, Ethan also frowned slightly.
"It turns out he's a Nen user. Was this setup made because Lisa and I were identified as Nen users, or was it due to my earlier wall-breaking incident?"
Hunter exam candidates are mostly individuals without Nen.
Based on the scenario from the original plot, except for Hisoka, who encountered a Nen user due to a previous examiner's personal vendetta, the rest, including the protagonist group, should never have encountered a Nen user.
Nen users appearing now is clearly an issue.
Ethan quickly considered two possible reasons for the current situation.
If it's the former, it's understandable. After all, Nen users are judged by their level, so there's nothing unusual. But if it's the latter, then there's cause for concern.
As Ethan pondered investigating after the Hunter exam, the sharp-faced man quickly stepped onto the ring after his shackles were removed.
The sharp-faced man was a prisoner from the underground level of the Trap Tower, named Buzz.
Upon stepping onto the ring, he eyed Lisa across from him with fiery eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing tempting prey, eager to pounce.
"Such an unpleasant look!"
Lisa noticed his gaze, her eyes showing undisguised disgust and coldness.
As a woman, especially a beautiful one, Lisa frequently encountered people like Buzz.
Similarly, she never hesitated to teach such individuals the meaning of cruelty.
In the monitoring room, watching the two on the ring, Liber looked excited and shouted into the microphone: "Both sides are in position. I declare the first battle officially begun!"
The word 'start' echoed from the speaker connected to the monitor, and instantly, Lisa and Buzz moved simultaneously in the ring.
"Hahaha!!!"
Buzz, filled with perverse excitement, rushed at Lisa the moment the battle began, screaming as he charged at a rapid pace.
If it were an ordinary woman, facing Buzz's expression, she might have quailed, naturally feeling psychologically overwhelmed.
But that's the nature of battles. Besides physical strength, psychological confrontation is inevitable.
Buzz's posture might not have been deliberately crafted, aiming to intimidate Lisa psychologically and increase his chances of winning.
But whether intentional or not, Buzz certainly did not intimidate Lisa.
As Buzz rushed forward, Lisa raised her hands instantly, revealing two pistols—one black and one white.
Da da da....
The black pistol in her right hand was aimed at Buzz, who had just rushed out. Lisa's face remained calm as she squeezed the trigger.
Intense aura bullets erupted from the muzzle, showering Buzz like a sudden downpour.
"Aura bullets? Damn it!"
Buzz's pupils contracted sharply.
Charging at Lisa, Buzz saw the sudden appearance of the pistols in Lisa's hands, firing like a submachine gun. His expression changed dramatically, and with a strange scream, he quickly veered to the side to dodge.
The aura bullets struck the air, impacting the ring and the opposite wall. Even though the black gun's aura bullets weren't as powerful as the white gun's, they still scattered debris across the ring and walls, forming dense craters.