He had no intentions of letting the outcome repeat itself, but he knew better than to let Milo's threats get under his skin.
Gon scoffed, a sharp, dismissive sound that carried across the tension-filled air like the flick of a whip.
His dark eyes narrowed, scanning his opponent with a mixture of disdain and boredom, as if trying to determine whether the boy standing before him was even worth his time.
Gon tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a wry, almost predatory grin. "Such a loud mouth," he muttered, his voice low and dripping with mockery, "yet not a shred of fighting ability to back it up."
He let the words hang in the air, his tone deliberately slow and measured, as though savoring the humiliation they were meant to inflict.
