A Leg of the Spiders
Phinks was enjoying the "spoils" he had earned after his victory.
He slowly broke the bones of the blood-soaked Aldama. His wrist and finger strength were exceptional, allowing him to crush even the target's smaller bones barehanded... Aldama had already lost the ability to fight, yet he remained conscious and had not uttered a single scream.
Gradually, Phinks lost interest.
Feitan was clearly better suited to this kind of pleasure—torturing people.
Feitan was highly accomplished in that regard.
What Phinks wanted was to make Aldama regret his earlier arrogance and rudeness.
Suddenly, Phinks stopped what he was doing. He heard footsteps approaching from behind.
That person... had been there all along.
As if he were just watching the show...
Phinks had been keeping an eye on the man in the suit.
"Hm?"
He shifted his gaze away from the dying man at his feet, turned his head, and glared viciously at the approaching Oboro.
"Um... sorry, but I need to take this guy with me. Could you step aside?"
Oboro rubbed his hair and pointed at the examiner on the ground.
"What did you say?"
A chill radiated from Phinks's eyes.
"No?"
Oboro sighed.
"You seem pretty confident in your own strength... Want to save him? Go ahead and try..." Phinks grinned. The man in the suit had long been one of the targets he wanted to deal with. This worked out perfectly—the other man had delivered himself right to his doorstep... He had said it before: for this Hunter Exam, Shalnark and he were all that was needed.
However, before Phinks could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted. Time and air seemed to freeze at that instant.
A bent black silhouette had already slipped past him. In one smooth motion, it picked Aldama up,