The ball possession fell to Killua.
Razor's desire to win at this moment was no less than that of Gon's team.
He stared intently at Killua, his body slightly lowered, adopting a defensive stance.
Killua held the ball with one hand, his gaze meeting Razor's, but he didn't rush to serve. Instead, he moved unhurriedly toward the centerline.
"Oh?"
Razor raised an eyebrow.
This was a clear tactical intention.
In dodgeball, serving closer to the centerline indeed shortened the distance, compressing the opponent's reaction time.
But high reward often came with high risk.
If the opponent successfully executed a defensive counterattack, the server would become passive due to being positioned too far forward, actually increasing the difficulty of dodging.
Killua was well aware of this.
Yet he had no other choice.
Even Gon, as an Enhancer, couldn't break through Razor's defense with pure strength at full power, let alone him.
After understanding Morrow's reminder, he knew what to do.
He wouldn't stubbornly insist on competing in strength like trying to drill through a bull's horn. Instead, he would skillfully exploit the characteristics of his own ability, thus effectively unleashing the value of 'Godspeed.'
Some things only Gon can do, some things... only I can do.
Killua suddenly lifted his gaze, his eyes intensely focused.
「Godspeed」
Zizi!
In an instant, dazzling light blue electric sparks erupted around Killua, the crackling current screeching like thousands of birds shrieking.
There's no need to excessively pursue power. What I need to do is, like my teacher, completely coat the ball with 'Nen.' To prevent the Nen from decaying due to distance, I must get as close to Razor as possible.
Electric light flickered in Killua's azure eyes.
Relying on his terrifyingly abnormal talent, even though it was his first attempt...
It felt like an innate skill, no, more like a biological instinct!
Zizi!
As the 「Godspeed power」 infused the volleyball, Killua only felt a momentary stagnation, then, as if suddenly enlightened, understood every detail of what needed to be done next.
Dazzling electric arcs instantly coiled around the ball, and a layer of dangerous azure aura perfectly enveloped the entire volleyball.
Seeing this, Razor's expression changed slightly. In the flash of electric light, he seemed to catch a glimpse of Morrow's shadow in Killua.
The difference was, Morrow might have achieved this through relentless tempering, while Killua had forcefully accomplished it through sheer talent.
Incredible...
A cold sweat trickled down Razor's cheek.
The next instant, his pupils reflected the dazzling electric light.
Killua had thrown the ball!
No winding up, no large throwing motion.
He simply pushed it forward.
The volleyball wrapped in electric light shot out like a bullet from a gun, tearing through the air with a blinding blue-white trajectory, arriving before Razor in an instant.
Razor was a monster after all.
At such close range, he actually managed to raise his hands level at the last moment, catching the lightning-fast electric ball.
This wasn't something achievable through physical talents like dynamic vision alone, but relied on rich experience.
Seeing Razor's hands make contact with the electric ball, a glint of sharp light flashed in Killua's eyes.
The significance of that serve wasn't its power or speed!
It was the profound application of Nen.
Crackle!
The deep blue aura suddenly transformed into violent electric currents, crawling all over Razor's body.
His tower-like robust frame shuddered violently, muscles spasming uncontrollably under the electric shock, even his fingertips tensing into unnatural arches.
"...!"
Amid the surging currents, a wisp of black smoke rose from Razor's skin.
Simultaneously.
The Nen on the volleyball's surface depleted, like a soul being drawn out, slowly slipping from Razor's rigid fingers and falling toward the ground.
Success!
Killua's eyes flashed with intense brilliance.
This was the outcome he had envisioned.
And the true meaning behind Morrow's reminder; compensate for weaknesses by leveraging strengths!
In Nen ability confrontations, compensating for weaknesses by leveraging strengths is one of the crucial factors for victory!
Killua had grasped this from Morrow's reminder and achieved an outstanding practical result.
However, the electric current completely paralyzed Razor's muscles.
But it failed to seal Razor's Nen.
From the surging aura output emanating from his body, like a bubble, an arc bulged at his calf, swiftly materializing into Nen Beast No. 5.
"Squeak!"
After materializing, Nen Beast No. 5 crouched on the ground, extending its hands to steadily catch the volleyball just before it hit the floor.
Killua's expression instantly stiffened.
"Damn, this guy... too tenacious!"
Seeing Razor save the situation this way, Killua clutched his head in frustration.
After the electric effects faded, Razor shook his slightly stiff limbs, then looked across the court at the annoyed Killua.
Close call, you almost got me.
"Tch."
Killua clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, retreating away from the center line.
Observing Killua's movement, Razor couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.
The act of actively approaching the center line was to maximize the Transmuter effect of converting Nen into electricity.
As for the risks involved in such action, they simply didn't exist from the start when faced with this rare Transmutation ability to generate electricity.
Razor caught the volleyball tossed by Nen Beast No. 5, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the opposing court, Morrow, Hisoka, Killua, and Gon.
Each one of them was so formidable it made his blood boil uncontrollably...
How can I win this match?
Razor lowered his head, looking at the volleyball in his hand.
Targeting Gon, the ball would bounce away after brief contact.
But Morrow and Hisoka would precisely seize that momentary stagnation to quickly save and control the ball.
Targeting Killua, that Transmuter ability to convert aura into electricity granted him extreme speed.
If Killua didn't want to receive it, hitting him was nearly impossible. Moreover, his own serves consumed more energy, in a one-on-one, that would be fine, but against four, it was a different story.
Targeting Hisoka, that composite ability usage could basically ensure catching every serve.
But notably, when activating this ability, Hisoka's Nen output consumption was exceptionally intense, perhaps this could become a breakthrough point?
Targeting Morrow, it would be neutralized by those refined Nen techniques and abilities.
The conclusion was, the path to victory lay in continuous offense and defense until they exhausted their stamina.
With this realization, Razor selected Hisoka, the one with the most intense Nen output consumption, as his target.
If he had known that Killua's 'electricity reserve' wasn't equivalent to potential aura, he would have definitely chosen to focus on dealing with Killua.
Unfortunately, Razor was unaware of this information.
After selecting his target, Razor once again tossed the ball, took a running start, and smashed it!
A deafening roar echoed through the air.
The volleyball transformed into a Nen wave, crashing fiercely into Hisoka.
Naturally, Hisoka repeated his previous tactic. After expending a portion of his potential aura, he steadily caught Razor's spike.
Finally, it's my turn.
He still used Bungee Gum to stick to the volleyball, casually swinging it while glancing at Morrow.
Morrow merely gestured for him to proceed, but his gaze remained fixed on Razor.
Since a frontal breakthrough seems unlikely, he's trying to change the situation with a war of attrition...
From the recent attack, Morrow keenly sensed Razor's intention.
The basis for this was that he didn't feel the same overwhelming, forceful momentum from Razor's previous attack. Instead, it was clearly more focused on precise maneuvering.
Additionally, he noticed that Hisoka had to expend a considerable amount of aura to receive the ball.
From this, he could deduce Razor's intent to shift his target to Hisoka.
Anyway, it's about time to end the match with the next ball.
Morrow thought silently to himself.
At that moment.
Hisoka stepped onto the court, unable to contain his offensive desire any longer.
Originally, he was just waiting in line for his turn to serve, so the urge wasn't this strong...
But the ability Morrow had just displayed had directly ignited his addiction.
Here I go.
Hisoka's arm holding the ball continuously contracted and compressed amidst the fluctuations of Nen, all the way to his shoulder, like layers of coiled springs.
From an observer's perspective, it seemed as though the weight of the volleyball had compressed his arm's springs to their limit.
Razor focused intently, ready.
Morrow glanced at Hisoka's rubberization ability, thinking to himself that this guy... since enhancing his ability system, his tricks had clearly become more varied.
If given a suitable battlefield, utilizing his rubberized body and Bungee Gum, he would indeed be a force to be reckoned with.
Facing the gazes from all around, Hisoka curled the corner of his mouth. The moment his arm compressed to its limit, he suddenly released it!
Boom!
Propelled by the powerful rebound force, the volleyball shot fiercely toward Razor.
Although the power of this shot was strong, Razor, relying on his profound Nen techniques, substantial aura output, and the support of Nen Beasts No. 6 and No. 7, ultimately managed to receive Hisoka's ball.
After both sides had displayed their unique skills, the match had entered a stage of attrition warfare.
Not only the players on the court but even those outside, like Tsezguerra and his group, as well as the ordinary death row inmates on Razor's side, could see this.
The next round of serving.
Razor once again launched a fierce spike at Hisoka.
Hisoka still steadily caught the ball.
But this time, he realized that Razor was targeting him as the weak point.
Being looked down upon like this didn't anger Hisoka; instead, it only intensified his desire to attack.
A contest to see who would falter first?
Interesting.
Holding the ball, Hisoka revealed a hint of amusement.
My turn.
Just then, Morrow's voice sounded beside his ear.
The amusement spreading from the corner of Hisoka's mouth instantly froze.
"..."
He silently turned his body sideways, his back facing Morrow, pretending not to hear.
Morrow wasn't about to indulge him. He instantly flashed in front of Hisoka and snatched the ball away.
Hisoka's eyelids drooped.
That surging offensive desire deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving him utterly drained.
Morrow paid no mind to Hisoka's notion of competing with Razor in endurance. The match had reached its climax, it was time to end it.
As for why he was so confident, naturally, it was due to the ability 'Deceptive Shooting Star.'
It should be noted that the previous serves had not fully unleashed the 'power doubling' effect.
Instead, the rebound mechanism had been focused on ensuring the ball returned to his hand.
Now that Razor had no more revival opportunities, and based on the results of the past few rounds of offense and defense, Morrow was certain he could blast Razor out of the court with a single strike.
After all, this was a dodgeball match.
Morrow held the volleyball level, swiftly and smoothly channeling his full aura output.
Amid swirling white vortices, vast amounts of aura converged toward the volleyball, beginning to glow with a fluorescent green radiance.
From the turbulent aura, Razor sensed a sharpness that prickled his skin.
On the inner court.
Killua, Gon, and Hisoka also felt this entirely different presence.
Even those outside the court instinctively turned their gaze toward Morrow.
Under the focus of numerous eyes, the fluorescent green sphere enveloping the volleyball visibly expanded, then began to contract within the swirling aura.
The entire process was steady and powerful.
So fluid it was pleasing to the eye.
However, Tsezguerra and others believed Razor, having been caught off guard once, should be prepared.
Yet the determination radiating from Morrow's aura suggested he intended to end the match with this single strike.
Under the intense scrutiny of everyone, Morrow suddenly swung the fully charged volleyball behind him.
Come on, let's weigh your worth.
After casually tossing the ball, Morrow didn't look back. Instead, he raised his arm again, clenched his fist, and pointed directly at Razor ahead.
Utterly confident.
"Hmm?!"
Razor's eyes followed the volleyball. When he saw it hanging eerily in mid-air, he instantly understood the source of Morrow's confidence.
It must be the ability mechanism of rebound combined with power doubling...
During their previous clashes, although the residual aura during the ball's rebound was faint, he had indeed noticed the phenomenon of the residual aura doubling.
However, the endpoint of the volleyball's rebound had always been locked onto Morrow himself.
This was clearly a Limitation and Vow.
For this reason, Razor hadn't been overly concerned earlier.
After all, fully utilizing such an ability within a hundred-meter range was akin to lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot.
But now, seeing Morrow willingly take such a huge risk to launch a fierce attack...
Razor could only conclude that Morrow must have a way to overcome the Limitation, and his expression grew grave.
Outside the court.
Tsezguerra also sensed something amiss, but he couldn't imagine what Morrow planned to do.
At this moment of universal attention, the Nen on the volleyball suspended in mid-air abruptly doubled.
The astonishing aura fluctuation pressed down on everyone like a weight.
Then, as if piercing through space, the volleyball distorted within the tangible Nen waves and shot toward Morrow's back.
Despite being mentally prepared, Tsezguerra and the others couldn't help but look horrified at the power of this strike.
Ding!
Just as the suffocating pressure filled the entire stadium, a clear, metallic tremor rang out.
It was Morrow's outstretched fist, flicking a coin engraved with strange symbols with his thumb.
The coin tumbled through the air, flying straight toward Razor.
Meanwhile, the Shooting Star volleyball that should have struck Morrow's back abruptly curved in a shallow arc mid-air, pierced through the coin, and shot directly toward Razor.
"!!!"
Razor's eyes widened to their limit in an instant, the edges of his irises trembling faintly.
A coin? Divine Script?
In that split second, there was no time to think further, the volleyball, carrying terrifying energy, had already blasted toward his chest.
Boom!
Mentally prepared as he was, Razor barely managed to cross his arms in defense before a violent surge of energy erupted before his eyes.
The next moment.
An indescribable impact traveled from his hands to his chest, then spread throughout his entire body.
I can't block it!
The moment he realized this, his whole body was engulfed in a sensation of weightlessness.
He could no longer feel the reassuring support from behind him.
Because at the instant the turbulent Nen energy erupted, the Nen Beasts No. 6 and No. 7, which should have been backing him up, were obliterated by the shockwave.
Under the stunned, speechless gazes of everyone present, Razor was sent flying out of the inner court like a meteor, hurtling toward the stadium wall.
Crash!
The specially reinforced wall was torn through like paper.
His figure vanished directly into the sea and night sky beyond.
Only the lingering tremor in the air remained, causing dust to drift down from the stadium ceiling.
The court fell into dead silence.
Tsezguerra, the others, and the death row inmates all stared, dumbfounded, at the massive hole in the wall before slowly turning their gazes to Morrow, as if looking at a terrifying monster.
Morrow slowly lowered his hand.
His recent training in Divine Script had not only deepened his understanding of his own ability and improved his Nen techniques.
There was another gain, he could now use Divine Script to transfer the 'Star Mark' onto objects.
This meant he could utilize the mechanics of his 'Deceptive Shooting Star' ability more efficiently.
This was precisely why he was so confident.
At least within the rules of dodgeball, he was certain Razor had no chance of catching this ball inside the inner court.