Razor disappeared into the sea and night sky.
But the No. 0 Nen Beast serving as referee did not vanish.
From this, it seemed Razor likely remained conscious, and the Nen Beast could benefit from Emission-type enhancements, preventing it from dispersing due to excessive distance.
However, another possibility existed.
If the No. 0 Nen Beast was autonomous, it wouldn't disappear even if Razor lost consciousness.
Morrow leaned toward the idea that Razor hadn't lost consciousness.
After all, Razor's aura output level clearly exceeded 80, and by using technique to deflect the volleyball, he wouldn't have to directly bear its full force.
Regardless, the moment Razor crashed through the stadium wall and flew out, the match had ended.
After their initial shock and disbelief, Tsezguerra and the others finally regained their composure, followed by exhilaration and excitement.
They won!
Now, all they needed was to obtain card No. 002, and this drawn-out, back-and-forth conquest would soon reach its conclusion!
Compared to Tsezguerra's group's excitement, the death row inmates working for Razor maintained expressions of stunned horror.
Having lived long under Razor's oppression, they understood this man's terror better than anyone.
Yet, such a monster, had been sent flying by Morrow's overwhelming strike.
They felt their understanding had been violently shattered.
"Player Razor is disqualified! According to the rules, if the only player in the inner court is disqualified, it counts as zero players remaining in the inner court, meaning the match ends here. Therefore, Gon's team wins!"
The referee's sudden announcement broke the dead silence in the stadium.
Due to the terrifying power of Morrow's spike, the No. 6 and No. 7 Nen Beasts supporting Razor were obliterated by the residual force.
From an ability mechanism perspective, once the Nen Beasts dispersed, Razor could reclaim his aura output and potential aura, restoring his total aura output to its original level.
From a match rules perspective, the destruction of two Nen Beasts met the criteria for severe injury disqualification.
Thus, even though Razor still had his No. 5 Nen Beast, as long as no one remained in the inner court, he would automatically lose.
"Woo-hoo!"
"We won! We won!"
Hearing the referee's words, Tsezguerra's companions cheered.
Killua and Gon exchanged smiles and immediately ran toward Morrow.
"Teacher, was my performance satisfactory?" Gon asked eagerly.
Killua grinned slyly. "No, no, you should ask it like this: Teacher, which of us is stronger?"
"Ah! Killua! You're doing this again!" Gon widened his eyes, glaring at him.
Killua chuckled like a cat that had stolen a fish.
Morrow looked at them both and smiled. "You both performed excellently. To be honest... you even exceeded my expectations."
Before he finished speaking, Morrow suddenly noticed something and turned his gaze toward the giant hole in the stadium wall.
Through it, a disheveled Razor walked in.
His upper garment was nearly destroyed, hanging in shreds, with stark bloodstains on his lips and chest.
It seemed the power of that last spike had indeed injured him.
Razor slowly entered the stadium.
Everyone present turned their eyes toward him.
"I've lost completely."
Razor approached.
Though he looked somewhat disheveled, his eyes remained narrowed with that faint, ever-present smile at the corners of his mouth.
In this match, he had personally experienced the strength of Morrow and the others.
He could honestly say he had lost fair and square.
"As promised, we will leave this town."
Razor's gaze swept over the challengers present, fulfilling his role as a game character, before finally settling on Gon.
"Before we leave... Gon, I can answer your questions about Ging."
"!!"
Gon was slightly startled, his eyes lighting up as he murmured softly, "About Ging..."
"Yes."
Razor pointed toward a corner of the stadium. "Let's talk over there."
"Mm!"
Gon nodded vigorously.
The two walked one after another toward the corner of the stadium.
Killua watched their retreating figures, slowly slipping his hands into his pockets, an unconscious smile tugging at his lips.
He felt genuinely happy for Gon from the bottom of his heart.
Morrow glanced at Killua's profile, illuminated by the stadium lights, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
He remembered when he went to Kukuroo Mountain to find Kalluto, he had crossed paths with Killua twice.
Back then, Killua had appeared carefree and unrestrained on the surface, yet he could never completely conceal the shadow of gloom in his heart.
But now, Killua's smile finally held genuine warmth.
"Killua."
"Hmm?"
Killua turned to look at Morrow.
Morrow's gaze traveled past Killua, toward Gon and Razor conversing in the distance. "Since things are wrapping up here, I'll take my leave now. Please let Gon know for me later."
"Eh?"
Killua was clearly taken aback, responding urgently, "Teacher, we're just one step away from clearing Greed Island! Won't you complete it with us?"
"This is your game."
Morrow withdrew his gaze and looked at Killua's anxious expression, smiling. "Enjoy these final moments properly."
"But teacher..."
Killua still wanted to persuade him to stay.
Morrow simply waved his hand and turned, then walked toward Tsezguerra.
He planned to ask Tsezguerra for some movement-type spell cards.
As for the two special cards that could directly exit the game, he had no need for them.
After all, Greed Island existed in the real world, one couldn't force their way in, but they could leave anytime.
Moreover, before entering the game, he had already arranged for Chimera to stand by in the nearby waters.
Next, he intended to wander around before Gon and Killua cleared the game, perhaps encountering some interesting things along the way.
Morrow made his request to Tsezguerra, who immediately summoned his book and produced several sets of movement-type spell cards.
"We owe you our thanks this time."
After handing the cards to Morrow, Tsezguerra expressed his gratitude solemnly.
Having witnessed Razor's full power firsthand, he felt that without Morrow's assistance, he couldn't even imagine how their team could have obtained this crucial card.
Morrow said nothing. After taking the cards, he nodded to Tsezguerra and turned to leave.
Killua, Tsezguerra, and the others could only watch as Morrow departed.
At that moment, Hisoka also approached Tsezguerra.
"I need a boat ticket."
Hisoka likewise lacked interest in the game. After the dodgeball match, he was already thinking about leaving directly.
There were two types of cards for leaving the game.
One type is the Leave card that can directly send players back to the game console, while the other is the Transport Ticket that can send players to various ports in the real world.
The latter is relatively easier to obtain.
Hisoka had no intention of returning to the game console, and the Transport Ticket better suited his needs.
Tsezguerra took out a ticket card and handed it to Hisoka, asking, "Don't you need any 'movement-type' cards?"
"Not necessary."
Hisoka casually placed the card into his book and quickened his pace toward the exit.
Soon, he arrived outside the lighthouse base.
The night was deep.
But with the faint moonlight, he could still make out a vaguely visible figure ahead.
Hisoka narrowed his eyes and walked toward the figure at an even faster pace.
Morrow noticed Hisoka's approach and immediately stopped, turning to look back.
"When the reward comes through, you'll get your share."
"..."
Hisoka slowly came to a halt, his aura still carrying a trace of dissatisfaction.
"You know it's not money I want."
"Oh, I understand."
Morrow nodded in comprehension, then said somewhat apologetically, "But your current strength... makes it hard for me to feel interested."
"Heh, I won't make you wait too long."
Hisoka wasn't angry, just habitually curved the corners of his eyes, still unabashedly displaying his desire to fight Morrow to the fullest, just like before.
Relying solely on his current ability system wasn't enough...
After the dodgeball game, Hisoka clearly realized this.
So he needed to further push the limits of his existing ability system.
Morrow watched Hisoka's reaction, recalling how readily he had agreed to the previous appointment, and felt he shouldn't be too dismissive.
"Then I'll wait for you."
After leaving this assurance, Morrow turned and left.
Hisoka didn't follow.
He had already gotten the response he wanted.
—--
Early the next morning.
After exploring the island all night, Morrow discovered many deeply hidden Divine Scripts.
These Divine Scripts were like individual nodes, connected together to form a massive compound circle.
Combined with his previous observations of the Divine Script layouts at teleportation points, he vaguely gained some inspiration.
If he wanted to create a similar compound Divine Script in the Unexplored Land, the most important thing was the interconnection between the gear components.
However, the scale of Greed Island was truly astonishing.
The more Divine Scripts Morrow found, the more impressed he was by how remarkable Ging and his group were.
Just as Morrow continued exploring along the coastline direction, the card book suddenly appeared out of thin air.
"Now, broadcasting a notification..."
A woman's voice came from the book.
"A certain player has just collected all ninety-nine specified pocket cards. To commemorate this achievement, a quiz competition will be held in ten minutes. There will be one hundred questions total, and the player with the highest correct answer rate will receive card No.000. Please do not close your collection books yet..."
Snap.
Morrow closed his collection book.
The book immediately turned into white smoke and disappeared.
Morrow headed straight for the coastline.
Before long, he arrived at a beach and shot a Nen bullet into the sky.
After a few minutes.
Chimera skimmed over the sea surface, leaving a white wake, and quickly arrived before Morrow.
Morrow reached out and gently stroked its soft feather crown, whispering, "Let's go."
With that, he leaped onto Chimera's back.
"Roar roar!"
Chimera let out an excited cry, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.
—--
At the same time.
Using the Transport Ticket, Hisoka was sent to a port on the Yorbian continent.
I need more... more battles...
Having failed to fully enjoy himself during the dodgeball match, even after a night had passed, the desire to engage in deadly combat within him showed no signs of fading.
Hisoka walked out of the port, his slightly sunken eye sockets slowly scanning the surrounding crowd.
He had no interest in ordinary people...
In fact, since obtaining his Hunter License, aside from visiting Heavens Arena, he had actively pursued notorious Class A criminals.
He also deliberately provoked various moderately-sized organizations, thereby attracting one assassin after another.
He used these methods to continue honing his combat skills, finding increasing pleasure and immersion in the process.
Simply put, Hisoka's craving for battle had become even more insane than before.
Under normal circumstances, others might not notice anything amiss.
But once he entered a state of bloodlust, even the assassins targeting him couldn't help but shudder.
In their eyes, the external demeanor Hisoka displayed, along with his pure, extreme thirst for combat, could no longer be described as "human."
And all of this was because of Morrow.
—--
One week later.
Hisoka emerged from the basement of a building.
Behind him, in the basement, corpses lay scattered, with copious amounts of blood splattered across the walls, ceiling, and even over piles of cash, gold, and jewelry.
"The assassins' skills are nothing special."
Hisoka didn't even glance at the money or jewels from start to finish.
His intentions were always pure.
Having been targeted by a few assassins a couple of days prior, after dealing with them, he had directly stormed this so-called renowned assassin hideout.
There were several Nen users among them, but their strength fell far short of satisfying him.
In his view, if these assassins had even half of Illumi's skill, he wouldn't have been so disappointed.
My next opponent will likely have to be found among the 'Zodiac Twelve.'
Completely unfazed by the blood staining his clothes, Hisoka casually toyed with a playing card as he walked through the night.
Suddenly, he slowly came to a halt, his gaze fixed on a figure under a streetlamp ahead.
It was a young woman dressed in a butler uniform.
The style of the butler uniform seemed vaguely familiar to Hisoka.
But before he could recall it, he saw the young woman surge her aura amount, clearly indicating hostile intentions.
"Heh..."
Hisoka smiled.
Yet, as soon as the smile appeared, it quickly froze.
This was because a subtle aura assaulted him from the side.
The attacker was experienced, and their strength was undoubtedly formidable.
In that split second, Hisoka assessed the situation and reacted swiftly, activating his ability.
Boom!
The next moment, a fist imbued with profound Nen struck Hisoka heavily on the temple, unleashing a burst of white shockwaves.
Hit by the blow, Hisoka was sent flying sideways like lightning, slamming into a distant wall with a sharp crack.
The one who had ambushed him emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as none other than the Zoldyck Family's most senior butler, Tsubone!
The sensation was off.
Tsubone glanced at her fist, then turned her gaze to Hisoka, who had casually leaned against the wall to stand. A trace of surprise flickered in her cold, sharp eyes.
For an experienced and seasoned Nen user like her, just one exchange was enough to gauge her opponent's approximate strength.
Not inferior to Young Master Illumi...
Tsubone confirmed Hisoka's power, her eyes brimming with heavy bloodlust.
Sensing Tsubone's thick, deep bloodlust, as viscous as the night itself, Hisoka had no interest in the "reason for fighting."
He slowly lifted his face, simultaneously unleashing a startling aura.
Within that aura was an equally formidable bloodlust.
—--
Meanwhile.
In a dim alley of the bustling city.
Several corpses lay on the ground, where foul water flowed.
"Buzz..."
The faint vibration of a phone was unusually clear in the eerily quiet depths of the alley.
Morrow took his phone from his pocket and glanced at the corpses on the ground.
Those who wanted to kill all seemed to share the same nature...
Even if they might realize they had been discovered, they would still follow their "target" into an alley suitable for an attack, driven by some sort of confidence.
Morrow had lost count of how many times he had encountered similar situations.
He withdrew his gaze from the corpses and turned his attention to his phone.
It was a message from Kurapika.
The location of the Scarlet Eyes had been confirmed...