The sea breeze whistled between the two men. Fourteen Nen Beasts stood around him in various poses, the numbers on their faces particularly striking.
Leo stood quietly in place, hands in his pockets, watching Razor activate his ability. He didn't move, released no Nen, and simply watched.
Razor raised his hand, and a purple Nen Bullet condensed in his palm.
He didn't fire it at Leo. Instead, he tossed the Nen Bullet to the nearest Nen Beast—the one with the number '7' on its face caught it and, without even looking, threw it backhand to another Nen Beast beside it.
"Swoosh—!"
The Nen Bullet traced a purple arc through the air at high speed.
The Nen Beast that caught it was '3', a tall, slender fellow.
The moment it caught the Nen Bullet, it spun its body and flung it toward '11'.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The Nen Bullet began to pass between these Nen Beasts at a dizzying speed.
Razor's hands never stopped as more and more new Nen Bullets were created and thrown into this passing network.
One, two, four, five—in the blink of an eye, a web of death composed of high-speed Nen Bullets seemed to be woven within the encirclement.
The sound of breaking air was sharp and piercing.
The flight paths of those Nen Bullets were completely irregular.
Razor stood behind the group of Nen Beasts, his hands still continuously creating new Nen Bullets.
"Is this alright?"
Razor's voice carried through the whistling of the Nen Bullets.
"Letting me do as I please without making any reaction?"
Leo nodded, his tone flat.
"It's fine. I will win."
The words had just left his mouth when a Nen Bullet shot toward him from a tricky angle without warning.
It flew in from his blind spot.
Leo didn't even turn his head, merely tilting his body slightly.
The Nen Bullet grazed past his hair. The wind pressure it generated blew his clothes up before they settled back down.
The Nen Bullet was caught by a Nen Beast on the opposite side and continued to be passed along.
As the number of Nen Bullets gradually increased, passing between the fourteen Nen Beasts, the attacks became denser and the speed faster.
The sound of breaking air turned from sparse and scattered into a continuous roar, and purple points of light spun frantically around him.
Seeing Leo remain unmoved, Razor's hand movements became even faster.
Every Nen Bullet was precisely introduced into the passing network, the coordination of the fourteen Nen Beasts seamless.
Then—all the Nen Beasts stopped passing simultaneously.
They caught the final batch of Nen Bullets and, without hesitation, fired all of them at Leo at the same instant.
It wasn't one or two; it was nearly twenty.
They blotted out the sky, sealing off all space for evasion.
Front, back, sides, overhead—Nen Bullets were striking from every direction.
"Boom—!!!"
One Nen Bullet after another struck Leo and the ground beneath his feet.
An explosion soared into the sky, and purple light swallowed his figure.
The earth trembled, the reefs along the coast cracked, and debris splattered everywhere.
The sound of explosions was incessant, and dust was blown high into the air.
Razor looked at the area submerged by the explosions, the composure on his face fading slightly.
His eyes were wide open, reflecting the still-burning explosion cloud in his pupils.
Dozens of seconds later, the dust gradually dispersed.
Leo's figure emerged from the dust.
He stood in the same spot; his feet hadn't even moved.
A layer of golden Nen covered his body. His clothes were perfectly intact, and even his stance was identical to before the explosion—hands tucked in his pockets.
He was completely unharmed.
Razor's pupils contracted slightly.
Leo raised his right hand, Nen converging toward his palm.
A Nen Bullet the size of a fist formed instantly in his palm.
The Nen Bullet wasn't large, but the energy inside spun frantically, emitting a hum.
The corners of Leo's mouth curled up slightly.
"Be careful. If you're hit in a vital spot by this Nen Bullet of mine, you'll lose your life."
The same words, but a different situation.
Razor felt the power radiating from that Nen Bullet—a terrifying force capable of destroying everything.
The composure on his face vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart gave a heavy thud in his chest.
He hadn't expected the boomerang to hit him so quickly.
Razor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The fourteen Nen Beasts turned into fourteen purple streams of light and flew back into his body.
His Nen surged in that instant. The Nen that had been distributed to maintain the Nen Beasts now all returned to his body, allowing his Qi capacity to reach its peak in a short time.
Purple aura soared from his body, and the air pressure blew a shallow pit into the sand beneath his feet.
He braced his hands on his knees, squatting slightly. Nen flowed frantically over his body's surface, forming a layer of 'Ken'.
His eyes were fully open, his sharp gaze locked firmly onto the Nen Bullet in Leo's hand.
He wouldn't dodge; he was going to take it head-on.
Seeing this, the smile on Leo's face deepened.
He spoke slowly.
"You must really like playing volleyball."
Razor didn't answer.
Leo tossed the Nen Bullet upward.
The small sphere of light traced a graceful parabola in the air, rising to its highest point before beginning its descent.
Leo bent his knees, squatted slightly, and then gave a light leap.
His body left the ground, rising into mid-air. He pulled his right arm back with his palm open, like a volleyball player preparing for a spike.
Seeing Leo's movements, a flash of realization crossed Razor's eyes.
A spike, huh... Bring it on.
His body tensed even further as Nen condensed into 'Ko' on his arms.
He opened his eyes wide with a serious expression, staring fixedly at the falling Nen Bullet—he was going to catch this ball and send it back.
Leo swung his right hand.
"Whack!"
With a crisp impact sound, the Nen Bullet was struck by Leo's palm, instantly changing direction.
It was no longer a slowly drifting little ball of light—it shot toward Razor with terrifying speed and power, leaving only a scorched trail in the air.
"Whoosh—!!!"
The sound wasn't a whistle; it was a roar.
Razor only heard a roar, and in that instant, his brain made a judgment—I'll die, I can't take this head-on.
The thought came so fast that he didn't even realize it himself.
But his body had already reacted.
He rolled desperately to the right. As he rolled, his Nen surged frantically toward his back.
The next second—
"Boom—!!!"
The earth behind him exploded.
The explosion expanded outward in a sphere. Everywhere it passed, the ground churned, soil was uprooted, rocks were shattered, and the shockwave pushed up a wall of seawater several meters high.
A layer of ground at the center of the explosion was shaved away, forming a smoking, charred deep pit.
Razor was pushed dozens of meters away by the shockwave, his body tumbling through the air for an unknown number of rotations before slamming heavily onto the ground.
His back burned with pain, and his ears rang so loudly he couldn't hear anything.
The dust rose like a mushroom cloud, reaching over ten meters high as it slowly ascended and obscured the sky.
Minutes later, the dust gradually settled.
A giant crater dozens of meters in diameter had appeared on the coast. The soil at the bottom of the pit was still smoking, and the rocks at the edge had been baked into a glass-like state, reflecting light under the sun.
Razor lay dozens of meters away from the giant pit, covered in injuries.
His clothes were in tatters, his sleeves reduced to ribbons, and the fabric on his back was torn, revealing bruised flesh and bleeding abrasions underneath.
His hair was matted with dirt and debris, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead onto the ground.
He struggled to climb up, bracing himself against the ground with hands that trembled violently.
He looked at Leo. The young man stood in place, hands still in his pockets, with that same calm expression, as if that spike just now had been nothing more than a casual wave of the hand.
Leo looked at the struggling Razor and asked in a calm tone.
"Do you wish to continue? Mr. Razor."
Razor stared fixedly at Leo, his heart already in a state of upheaval.
His skill, awareness, Nen capacity, and terrifying physical body... At his age, he had never seen such a monster! Even Ging couldn't do this!
Silence lasted for several seconds.
The sea breeze blew again, dispersing the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air.
Razor suddenly let out a long, soft breath, and his tensed body slowly relaxed.
He unclenched his fists, palms spreading open, showing red marks from the shock of the explosion.
He pushed himself up from the ground, straightened his waist with a slight bend in his knees, and patted the dirt off his clothes.
Then he looked up at Leo and spoke slowly, his tone carrying a sense of deep-seated admiration.
"You win. I concede."