Chapter 47: Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

"Not interested."

Yamcha slowly walked onto the arena, reaching down to pull out two pistols from his waist. "Don't look at me with those burning eyes. I'm not interested in boys."

"I'm not interested in boys either!"

Killua immediately retorted, his face turning red as he gritted his teeth, glaring at Yamcha.

"Well, maybe." Yamcha shrugged.

With the way you act around Gon, and your obsession with your little brother (Alluka), who knows if you actually like boys or not?

"Damn it! Watch how I take you down!"

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, Killua sprang into action.

Killua was incredibly fast—so fast that ordinary people wouldn't even be able to track his movements. He was extremely confident in his speed.

Just a few more seconds and—

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet suddenly appeared right in Killua's path, forcing him to halt his next move.

If he didn't stop, he would get hit.

Not wanting to take a bullet, Killua had no choice but to brake sharply and stop his attack.

Tch, just a lucky shot. Killua thought to himself as he launched another attack.

As a member of an assassin family, Killua had been involved in assassinations since he was very young. He had faced countless gun-wielding opponents, both in stealth kills and direct confrontations.

He knew exactly how to deal with gun users.

All he had to do was close the distance as fast as possible. Gun users were nothing more than weaklings in close combat.

If Yamcha had no other tricks, he would take him down in one move.

However—

"Bang!"

Another bullet appeared right in Killua's path, blocking his movement once again.

Impossible!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of rapid gunshots, every single one of Killua's attacks was interrupted by Yamcha's bullets. Each bullet was perfectly placed in his trajectory.

If he didn't dodge, he would get hit.

Every single attack was anticipated. Each time, Killua was forced to change direction, and the more he moved, the further he got from Yamcha.

He had completely fallen into Yamcha's rhythm.

And it was frustrating.

The distance between them wasn't shrinking—it was increasing.

He's predicting my moves!

Killua realized, but instead of frustration, a grin formed on his face.

This is interesting.

It had been a long time since he had met such a troublesome opponent.

I want to see what else you can do.

Killua planted his feet firmly, his leg muscles tensing as veins popped out. He pushed his speed to the next level, but instead of attacking immediately, he weaved through the bullets with agile flips and evasive movements.

Then, he started circling Yamcha, alternating between fast and slow speeds.

Suddenly, over ten identical Killuas appeared around Yamcha, as if he had created clones.

And they made no sound at all.

"Clone technique?"

Leorio rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Aside from Illumi, who maintained his usual emotionless face, everyone else looked shocked—even Hisoka showed a hint of excitement.

"He's already using the combo of Silent Step and Limb Control… Looks like Killua is really going all out."

Silent Step combined with Limb Control—using Limb Control to deceive the enemy while taking advantage of Silent Step's noiseless movement. It was essentially the silent assassination technique of the Hunter world.

Though it would be interesting to compare it to the Silent Killing Technique of the Hidden Mist Village.

"Time to get serious."

Killua's voice echoed from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his location. He was clearly using some kind of assassination technique unknown to Yamcha.

"Don't you dare surrender now. That would really upset me."

"Since I can't tell which one is real…"

Faced with the countless approaching Killuas, Yamcha calmly holstered his pistols and reached into the backpack behind him.

He pulled out a massive black cylindrical object.

"I'll just take care of all of them at once."

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva."

"Taste my Six-Root Cleansing Bullets."

As a desert bandit, carrying a Gatling gun around is perfectly reasonable, right?

DADADADADADA—

With the sheer firepower of the Gatling gun, all of Killua's illusions vanished in an instant. Even the real Killua barely managed to avoid getting hit, quickly retreating to a corner of the arena.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!"

Leorio saw what Yamcha had pulled out and immediately lost his mind. He turned toward the referee, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Pause! Pause! Stop the match!"

"Referee! That's against the rules! How is that even allowed? That's cheating! This is totally unfair!"

His exaggerated reaction was even more dramatic than Killua's.

Even the referee in black looked troubled as he turned toward Chairman Netero for guidance.

As the referee, he also felt that pulling out a Gatling gun was borderline cheating.

"Chairman Netero, the rules don't say anything about prohibiting weapons."

In response to Leorio's accusations, Yamcha replied indifferently.

"Fair? Was Gon's match fair?"

"Didn't he only win because the rules required Hanzo to say 'I surrender'? Do you think he would have beaten Hanzo otherwise? He would've been eliminated ages ago."

"If guns, bows, spears, and daggers are allowed, why not a Gatling gun?"

"Those are normal weapons!"

"This is my weapon."

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! YOU BASTARD!!!"

Leorio was so angry he could explode, but he was powerless to do anything. Every time he tried to rush in to help Killua, the black-clad enforcers of the Hunter Association blocked him. All he could do was stand there, raging helplessly.

At that moment, Netero finally spoke up.

"Oh~ Hohohoho. Indeed, the rules don't say weapons are prohibited, and this Gatling gun is technically Yamcha's weapon."

"You've got to be kidding me! Who the hell can fight against that?!"

Leorio continued his meltdown.

Yamcha coldly retorted, "That's just your ignorance talking. Just because you don't know of someone who can doesn't mean they don't exist."

Forget other worlds—in the Hunter world alone, there were plenty of Nen users who could tank a Gatling gun's firepower.

Look at Uvogin from the Phantom Troupe—he could take a sniper bullet to the face without a scratch.

"You're completely full of crap! If something like this is allowed, what's stopping someone from bringing a rocket launcher next time? Or driving a freaking tank into the arena?!"

Leorio continued his furious rant.

"RPGs, huh?"

Yamcha repeated Leorio's words, then silently reached into his backpack and pulled out an even larger cylindrical object.

"Yeah, I brought one."

Leorio choked on his words, his anger turning into sheer disbelief.

Yamcha then spread his hands and said, "But I don't have a tank."

(End of Chapter)