Madman!
To think that the most normal-looking person here is also a madman.
This older brother even saved before.
Is his heart actually this twisted?
Ponzu felt like she was going to suffer a ntal breakdown.
Just how bad did her luck have to be to drop into this Dream Death Group?
Even though that prisoner looked ferocious, he shouldn't have been killed, right? And in such a cruel way...
Murder Clown Hisoka, however, had an ever-widening smile on his face.
He felt so excited right now that he was almost reaching a climax.
To think the fruit he was looking forward to was actually this cruel and cold-blooded. It was truly a delightful surprise.
The Pinhead Illumi glanced at Ponzu, who was so terrified that her legs gave out, directly slumping onto the ground.
He could only twist his own neck.
Emitting a series of cracking sounds.
He slowly walked toward the arena.
The sole surviving two prisoners were now pale with fright, especially after seeing the pile of minced at on the arena; they were trembling violently all over.
"I... I surrender!!"
The pretty gambler girl directly raised a white flag. "I've already surrendered, you can't kill anymore. I would rather rot in prison here than turn into a pile of minced at."
"You guys have already won, please just pass quickly. I never want to see you again. Even being in prison is safer than running into your group of devils."
The pretty gambler girl muttered in terror, deeply afraid that the other party would suddenly attack her, even proactively waving the white flag.
"Sigh..."
The Pinhead Illumi sighed lightly and shrugged, then chanically walked back.
The arena slowly extended.
It directly transford into a bridge-like path connecting the two sides.
"We passed! Aweso!! Mr. Riku, your blade technique just now was truly breathtaking!! That was simply too amazing!!"
The codic Hanzo shouted excitedly.
Riku had only used an ordinary filleting knife, but in that brief instant, he had executed a full 55 slashes.
That drawing speed had completely amazed Hanzo!
"It was just alright," Riku brushed it off.
Every single person in this team was a true ruthless character.
None of them possessed any sense of rcy. They weren't like Gon-kun's original team, where Kurapika refused to kill an unconscious person.
Let alone unconscious.
In front of Riku.
Even a dog passing by would get kicked twice.
However, his mood right now was exceptionally good.
[Strong Luck] (Purple)!
Excellent!
To think this trait could actually trigger his own luck critical strike!
It was absurdly good, hahahaha!
The group slowly walked through the corridor, with only Ponzu at the very back still suffering from weak legs.
She felt like she was in a dream.
What would have been an incredibly difficult hurdle for her was swept away as easily as blowing off dust in front of this Dream Death Group.
Glancing at the four monsters in front of her...
She struggled imnsely internally, but eventually gathered her courage and kept up with Riku's pace.
Even though she had seen with her own eyes how Riku chopped a prisoner into pieces.
At least Riku still seed to be the only person in the group who might be sowhat normal.
The two surviving prisoners trembling made way, watching helplessly as Riku and the others left.
It wasn't until this group of people completely departed and their backs disappeared from sight.
That the pretty gambler girl and the mass murderer finally collapsed onto the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
"I want to go back to my cell right now! I want to go back imdiately!!!!"
The mass murderer could no longer suppress the terror in his heart. He smashed the wall to pieces and roared at the security cara.
He was thoroughly terrified.
Before this, he was the hidden boss of their entire team, possessing the greatest strength.
But now.
He felt that if he had blocked the path of those monsters, his fate would have absolutely been no different from the fraudster who was sliced into pieces.
"Why is my luck so terrible... sigh..."
The pretty gambler girl sighed repeatedly. This failure would add decades to their sentences.
They could probably forget about getting out in this lifeti.
But as long as they didn't run into that group of monsters, perhaps staying in this prison was the safest place after all.
...
A long, deep, and dark corridor.
God knows how long they walked.
After everyone reached the end.
A door appeared before them, slowly opening.
The group walked inside.
Inside stood a fierce-looking man with short green hair and scars on his face.
The aura exuding from him was vastly stronger than those previous prisoners.
Furthermore, he held weapons shaped like crescent moons in his hands.
Riku rely took a glance.
Na: Trash Examiner Traits: [Infinite Four-Blade Style] (Blue), [Blade Skill] (Green), [Manic] (Blue), [Revenge] (Blue), [Sluggish] (Green), etc.
Absolute trash!
Riku appraised him in a single glance.
"I have been waiting for you here for a long ti!! Hehe."
The green-haired scimitar man laughed wildly. His beast-like gaze swept over the group, eventually stopping on Murder Clown Hisoka.
"This ti, my target is only him. Those of you who don't want to die can leave. I am no longer an official examiner right now, but an avenger. Ever since the exam ended last year, there has been only one thought in my mind: to wipe away the humiliation of the scars on my body! Hand over your life!"
The scimitar man grinned hideously.
"My, hehe, it seems he is nothing more than this. None of you should be trying to steal him from , right?"
Hisoka swept his gaze over the crowd, glancing in Riku's direction.
Upon realizing Riku had no interest, the smile on the corners of his mouth grew even wider.
Riku indeed had no interest in this guy. He was covered in negative buff traits.
Moreover, as an examiner, he didn't even possess Nen.
He couldn't be any more trash.
Of course.
Nen was sothing ordinary Hunters didn't possess either.
But nchi and Buhara had it.
Not to ntion, right now wasn't exactly a good ti to kill Hisoka.
The Pinhead Illumi was here.
A two-on-one situation wouldn't be easy to handle.
Once his Nen was fully developed, let alone two-on-one, even twenty-on-one should be a breeze.
The battle was completely void of any suspense.
Even if this reviving examiner had endured a year of hardship to comprehend his so-called Four-Blade Style.
In front of the Murder Clown, he was like a true, literal clown.
This guy's head was directly sliced off.
This scene frightened Ponzu quite heavily.
But in comparison, it seed Hisoka was actually more rciful than Riku.
At least this guy only chopped soone's head off, whereas Riku had forcibly sliced soone into chunks of at.
But then, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Ponzu, and she froze in place.
Because Riku's match was a guaranteed loss.
If he hadn't sliced that guy into at chunks, it was highly likely he wouldn't have forced the remaining two to surrender!
Then, once it was her turn to take the arena, it was very likely she would have lost right there, or even died!
Could it be...
He... the reason he sliced that criminal into at chunks was actually to intimidate the last two people and force them to forfeit!?
Realizing this, Ponzu was stunned.
She stared blankly at Riku's back.
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