Chapter 59

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Looking at Rocky, Razor wasn't angry at all. Instead, he smiled, his sharp features betraying a mix of intrigue and excitement.

He hadn't expected Rocky's strength to reach this level.

It seems the previous Nen burst wasn't even his full power.

If that was the case, then this match was about to get much more interesting.

This game was going to be fun.

Razor smirked as the thought crossed his mind.

At that moment, No. 0's mechanical voice announced, "Based on the possible landing point of the ball, it is classified as Razor's infield ball. Player No. 3 is eliminated. Please move to the outfield!"

Razor picked up the ball, his movements deliberate and calm. He glanced at Rocky with a confident gleam in his eye.

"Are you ready?"

Rocky stood still, utterly unbothered, his arms relaxed by his sides. He made no move to prepare, simply meeting Razor's gaze with quiet confidence.

After that last exchange, Rocky was certain—when it came to Nen, he was stronger than Razor. But that wasn't just blind arrogance.

He knew Razor was responsible for sustaining the Nen required to operate the intricate systems of Greed Island. Managing the game's mechanics likely drained a significant portion of Razor's energy, leaving him with far less Nen at his personal disposal.

Rocky estimated Razor could only tap into 50% of his full power, the rest being tied up in maintaining the island's defenses and mechanisms.

If that was the case, intercepting Razor's next attack wouldn't be difficult.

Even if his assumptions were off, Rocky had a failsafe. Activating his fiery Scarlet Eyes would amplify his abilities enough to ensure he wouldn't fall short.

In other words, preparation was unnecessary.

"Bring it on!" Rocky declared, his voice steady and unwavering.

Razor narrowed his eyes at Rocky's confident tone. Underestimating an opponent was dangerous, and this kid was no ordinary player.

Without further hesitation, Razor began channeling his Nen into the volleyball. The energy gathered swiftly, condensing around the ball at an alarming rate. A faint wind kicked up around Razor, swirling in response to the sheer intensity of his aura.

The amount of Nen he controlled rivaled the force Rocky had demonstrated earlier.

Razor took a single, powerful step forward and hurled the ball with all his might, his eyes locking onto Rocky as he shouted, "Here it comes, boy!"

Boom!!

The ball shot forward like a cannonball, cutting through the air even faster than Rocky's earlier throw.

It wasn't that Razor had more Nen or energy—it was his precision and skill. His mastery of the technique allowed him to focus his power with unparalleled efficiency, delivering an explosive attack.

Rocky, on the other hand, lacked that finesse, causing some of his energy to disperse during his throws.

But that didn't matter now.

Bang!

Rocky didn't flinch. Standing firm, he raised his right arm and caught the ball with a single hand.

The impact created a deafening roar as their Nen clashed. White smoke hissed from the ball, a result of its high-speed rotation.

Piro, standing off to the side, let out an excited cheer, raising his hand in approval. The prisoners around them exchanged stunned looks, disbelief etched on their faces.

Was this a joke?

Razor had been serious with that throw!

And yet, this little kid caught it—effortlessly. With one hand.

There were only two possible explanations: either Rocky's Nen vastly surpassed Razor's, or Rocky was an Enhancer.

Neither seemed plausible.

Based on the previous exchange, Rocky was most likely a Emitter, with an estimated 80% certainty.

And yet, the sheer force of his Nen seemed unreal for a kid who couldn't be more than seven or eight years old. How could his energy rival Razor's?

Rocky could feel it now—the culmination of his innate talent and natural physical gifts. The combination had allowed his abilities to grow at an incredible pace.

His Nen wasn't any weaker than Razor's.

Just to be safe, Rocky had activated his Scarlet Eyes earlier, but to his surprise, the ball landed in his hand without much effort.

It seemed his enhanced eyes weren't even necessary.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Razor's forehead.

What was going on with this little monster?

Rocky had caught his attack so casually, without bracing himself or even using his legs for support.

In theory, the impact should have knocked him back. Yet, Rocky hadn't budged an inch.

This meant the force of the attack had been entirely absorbed at the moment of contact.

Which also meant this kid could handle an even stronger attack.

That was dangerous.

Rocky grinned, lifting the volleyball high above his head. "It's my turn now."

A wild surge of Nen radiated from his body, engulfing nearly half of the court in a shimmering blue aura.

The ground trembled slightly under the weight of his energy.

Razor's eyes widened in shock.

*Monster.*

*This kid's a monster.*

*Just like that guy… Ging. He's an animal. How can someone so young control this much Nen?*

Rocky's immense Nen flooded into the volleyball, causing it to glow like a brilliant blue gemstone.

He launched the ball high into the air, the light trailing behind it like a comet.

Razor's eyes narrowed.

Not good.

This wasn't just a regular throw.

This was a smash.

The kid wasn't playing anymore.

'Interesting,' Razor thought, a wry smile forming on his lips. 'Mr. Ging was right. There are still plenty of monsters in this world.'

The intensity of Rocky's Nen left Razor with no choice but to treat him as an equal opponent, no longer a student or child.

"Don't plan on dodging?" Rocky asked, his grin widening.

"Are you kidding me?" Razor replied, smiling back. "Dodging is the same as admitting defeat!"

Rocky chuckled. "Fair enough."

Crack!!

With a ferocious smash, Rocky launched the volleyball. It tore through the air, leaving streaks of dazzling blue light behind as it hurtled toward Razor like a meteor.

Razor's Nen beasts reacted instantly, appearing on either side of him. Each summoned three hands, bracing to absorb the ball's incredible force.

The Nen beasts unleashed waves of their own energy, creating a buffer that cushioned the blow.

The beasts were more than just companions—they were extensions of Razor himself, capable of dividing and amplifying his Nen in moments of crisis.

The ball's brightness dimmed as the Nen beasts absorbed the impact, redirecting the force to prevent it from striking Razor directly.

After a grueling few seconds, the blue light faded entirely. The ball bounced upward, and a third Nen beast caught it with ease.

Razor stood tall, veins bulging in his arms as he took a deep breath.

"Beautiful catch!" Rocky called out, genuinely impressed.

Razor's lips curled into a smile. This was getting interesting.

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