Chapter 60

Although Razor caught the ball, it wasn't easy.

Razor looked at his slightly reddened arm, faint scratches visible where the ball had collided just moments ago. He had channeled a significant amount of Nen to protect himself, yet he was still injured.

This could only mean one thing—Rocky's Nen was even more powerful than his own.

"This guy is definitely an Emitter," Razor thought, his expression darkening.

"Boy! What's your name?"

Suddenly, Razor stood, grabbing the ball and walking forward slowly, his presence dominating the room.

"Rocky!"

Razor halted in his tracks. "Rocky?"

As he casually tossed the ball to the No. 3 Nen Beast, Razor's eyes locked on Rocky, analyzing him closely.

"Very good. I'll remember your name, and from now on, I won't treat you like a rookie!"

"I'll use all my strength to fight you, so be careful!"

Although Razor acknowledged Rocky's overwhelming Nen, his confidence in his dodgeball abilities remained unshaken. He believed that his years of experience and skill would lead him to victory, no matter how strong the opponent.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind.

Seeing Razor's serious demeanor, Rocky stood his ground, his gaze unwavering.

"Then bring it on!"

"I never planned on holding back!"

The rage Rocky felt from being expelled from his tribe still lingered. While he understood Razor's reasons for doing so, the bitterness remained, and he was determined to settle the score.

"Good! No need to hold back," Razor declared. "Let's go all out, and if you win, I'll give you the information you're looking for!"

The No. 3 Nen Beast's hand suddenly lit up with purple aura, signaling its readiness. In the next instant, the ball was passed to the No. 7 Nen Beast, whose arm also glowed with purple Nen.

The ball zipped between the Nen Beasts, the speed and power increasing with each pass.

In a matter of seconds, the ball had been passed nearly a hundred times, with each pass layering more Nen onto it.

Rocky speculated that this was likely one of Razor's abilities—a technique that charged the ball with immense power. He suspected that in combat, Razor could apply the same principle to create Nen bullets instead of passes.

The energy on the ball grew stronger and stronger.

The force generated by the rapid passes caused the entire arena to tremble, the vibrations rattling windows until—

**CRASH!**

The glass shattered, shards scattering across the arena as the energy surged.

The prisoners and guards alike fell silent, their eyes fixed on Razor, whose power was now on full display.

"This is his true strength," someone whispered.

As Rocky's Scarlet Eyes gleamed faintly, Razor suddenly made his move. With a motion reminiscent of a golf swing, he struck the ball with immense force.

**BOOM!**

The sound echoed through the arena as purple Nen exploded from the ball, radiating outward like countless spinning blades. The ball hurtled toward Rocky, leaving a trail of violet light in its wake.

The spectators gasped.

"Will he dodge?" Razor thought, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, he won't. This kid hasn't retreated a single step since the match began. He'll try to take it head-on."

Razor's grin widened.

"This is going to hurt, kid. Let's see what you've got."

At the last second, Rocky dropped into a horse stance, raising his hands to catch the incoming attack.

Razor's expression shifted briefly, then broke into a wide grin.

"Catch it? Is he crazy?"

**BANG!**

The ball slammed into Rocky's hands, the collision triggering a massive burst of energy.

Blinding white light flooded the arena, forcing the spectators to shield their eyes.

"He's actually trying to catch it?" one prisoner muttered in disbelief.

"He's insane! That ball is filled with so much Nen, it's impossible!"

The impact continued as Rocky gritted his teeth, his Nen surging in defiance. Despite his immense power, Razor's attack wasn't just about raw strength. The layered Nen and speed of the ball created a force too complex to counter easily.

**BANG!**

With another explosion of energy, Rocky was thrown backward, unable to fully contain the ball.

But!

As he spun through the air, Rocky twisted his body, using the momentum to hurl the ball high into the air.

"Did he catch it?" Piro's voice rang out, filled with both awe and confusion.

The answer was unclear. While Rocky had redirected the ball, he had landed outside the court's boundary. By the rules, he had lost.

The ball, meanwhile, hovered tantalizingly close to the edge of the arena, its trajectory uncertain.

Razor's gaze shifted to the ball.

"Amazing," one prisoner whispered. "Even with all that power, the ball didn't hit the ceiling."

"But he's out of bounds," another pointed out. "He lost."

Razor nodded, a rare look of respect in his eyes. "What a pity," he murmured.

But Rocky wasn't finished.

"Who said it's over?"

A surge of energy erupted from Rocky's body, the air around him turning icy.

White, crystalline wings burst from his back, shimmering with an otherworldly light.

"Wings?" Razor whispered, stunned.

The prisoners gaped in shock as more figures began to materialize.

One! Two! Three!

Seven Nen Beasts appeared.

Five of them landed on the court, their auras crackling with energy.

Two remained airborne.

One beast caught Rocky, its icy wings spreading wide as it lifted him into the air.

The second beast intercepted the ball, catching it mid-flight before landing gracefully on the court.

When Rocky touched down, he grabbed the ball and glared at Razor.

"You're not the only one who can summon Nen Beasts, Razor!"

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