Chapter 225

"I have no objections," Killua said, resting his arms behind his head. The sooner the match ended, the better. "Go for it, Morin!"

Gon waved his Guiding Angel, full of trust in Morin. Their confidence in him seemed even stronger than his own.

"Alright, I'll handle the closing act," Morin agreed readily, eager to wrap things up quickly. "I'll take the third round. Who will you send from your side?"

Morin stepped onto the bridge, making his way to the arena. "Looks like these prisoners can forget about reducing their sentences," Leorio commented from the first floor screen, losing hope once Morin entered the scene.

There was no need to ask; with candidate 406 taking the stage, no one in the whole Trick Tower could match him. Not to mention, these prisoners hadn't even opened their aura nodes and were just ordinary people. 

The outcome of this match was clear—victory would go to the examinees. Including the previous two wins, these five prisoners hadn't even managed to stall for an hour.

"Given the chance, you couldn't make it count..." Leorio sighed, but seeing Killua and Gon's presence, he understood somewhat. Who would have thought these five were anything but ordinary?

Meanwhile, as Morin and his group participated in the Majority Rule five-man tournament...

Tap, tap, tap...

Hisoka strolled leisurely down a long corridor. The tower's traps were disappointing, lacking the thrill he sought. After disabling one trap, he found himself in a room.

"I've been waiting for you, Hisoka!" A young man with a beast-skin vest and several scars on his face blocked the door to the next stage. 

He was the examiner Hisoka had injured last year, left with nothing but disgrace. After a year of rigorous training, mastering his Infinite Blade technique, he sought revenge on Hisoka.

But—

His Infinite Four-Blade technique was all style and no substance, like juggling eggs. Hisoka didn't even need to use Bungee Gum to catch the blades, effortlessly breaking them in his hands.

A magician and an acrobat—strangely fitting opponents. With his technique dismantled, the examiner had only one fate.

"Hmm, that was mildly entertaining," Hisoka mused.

A severed head stood silently in the room's center. The sound echoed through the empty corridor as Hisoka continued leisurely toward his next destination.

Back at the Majority Rule arena, Morin stood ready. The three remaining prisoners debated who would face him. Among them, the strongest and most formidable was undoubtedly Bendot, sentenced to 199 years for robbery and murder.

But after witnessing Killua and Gon, two seemingly ordinary kids with extraordinary skills, Bendot hesitated to risk his life against the next examinee. Especially since Morin, who appeared ordinary, was unreadable and had already won two matches. This third match was decisive, and the opponent was sure to send their strongest.

If the examinee was indeed stronger than Lippo, Bendot dared not gamble with his life. Besides, he doubted the remaining candidates, Majtani and another prisoner, had much chance of winning.

With the test already a failure, there was no need to take further risks. After a so-called discussion, more like coercion, the prisoners chose their final contender.

Majtani, sentenced to 108 years for fraud and intimidation, sporting scars from a failed cosmetic surgery, stepped up. Bracing himself, he stood on the arena and, with a determined heart, removed his cloak before Morin.

"What?!"

His eyes bulged, eyelids protruded, teeth crooked and protruding, with no discernible nose, presenting a grotesque sight.

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A face that resembled a zombie from Resident Evil, as gruesome as a horrific car crash, was enough to turn anyone's stomach. The trembling muscles across his body and the numerous heart-shaped marks on his chest made the sight even more unsettling.

"This guy looks like trouble. Good thing Morin's the one up there. If it were me, it'd be tough," Leorio said, adjusting his small round glasses, relieved.

"It seems they know this is the match point and have sent out their strongest," he speculated.

Strong? Killua cast a sidelong glance at Leorio. This guy looked weak, putting on a fearsome front just to intimidate others. Killing someone? Even hitting someone seemed like a challenge for him.

"I don't feel any strength from him," Gon observed, tilting his head as he inadvertently contradicted Leorio. "He doesn't make me want to fight at all."

"Indeed," Kurapika nodded, adding to the critique. "He seems all show and no substance, lacking any aura of strength."

"Uh..." Leorio looked again at Killua, who remained silent but clearly shared the same sentiment, and felt the low pressure building. Was his judgment really that poor?

Even Tonpa, in the original version, saw through Majtani's bluff, picking his nose with disdain. It was only Leorio who was fooled by the bizarre appearance.

"Majtani, is it?" Facing this fake spider, Morin felt no ripples in his heart. The opponent was just a con artist, flaunting a name with no real power.

On the arena, Majtani cracked his knuckles loudly, eyeing the seemingly young and ordinary Morin, his heart pounding.

"The two kids they sent earlier were strong and already secured two wins. For this crucial third match, they must have sent their best! 

I need to be careful. If he's truly dangerous, I must surrender immediately!" Majtani thought, maintaining a facade of intimidation with a forced smile.

Majtani's deception had three tricks. First, his eerie appearance that could easily scare people into losing their judgment. 

Second, his iron-fisted right hand, capable of smashing the ground. Third, the spider tattoo on his back, falsely claiming membership in the Phantom Troupe.

After seeing his terrifying appearance and hearing his boasts of killing nineteen people, most opponents lost their fighting spirit. However, if these tricks failed, Majtani himself would be in trouble, which was why he ended up in the Trick Tower.

Majtani continued his intimidation attempts on Morin, but Morin watched his performance with calm indifference, unmoved by his words.

Majtani swallowed hard. He had exhausted his usual threats—boasting of his kills, promising to toy with Morin until one of them died. Yet Morin simply crossed his arms, looking at him with a detached gaze.

"No reaction at all, and he doesn't seem scared..." Majtani felt stuck, unable to advance or retreat, caught in a dilemma. But since he was already there, he had no choice. Whether he charged or retreated, it was all or nothing!

With resolve, he decided to use his secret weapon. "Let me show you... my ultimate move!!"

Ahhhhhh!!!

With a decent leap, he aimed a fierce punch at Morin's standing position, creating a fist-sized hole in the floor with a loud crash, sending debris flying.

Morin had already assessed that Majtani likely lacked the courage to even hit someone. He calculated the attack's reach the moment Majtani struck, knowing it wouldn't touch him. He merely swayed slightly to avoid the small flying stones without moving his feet.

"How is this possible..." Majtani lifted his head slightly from the ground, only to see Morin standing unmoved, with a hint of mockery in his once-placid gaze. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Majtani's face.

"No more hesitation!!"