The thick fog spreading all around was like a giant maw that swallowed every examinee.
White mist filled all directions, reducing visibility to practically nothing.
This change in weather undoubtedly provided the rare beasts of Swindler's Swamp with perfect natural cover.
They lay quietly in wait, waiting for prey to deliver itself to them.
The killing intent inherent to living creatures brewed soundlessly within the dense fog.
Hisoka's indiscriminate killing intent, however, was not concealed in the slightest.
Satotz, who was running at the very front, naturally sensed Hisoka's murderous aura, but it had nothing to do with him.
In fact—
As far as the test itself was concerned, even if Hisoka killed every examinee, it would not count as breaking the rules.
Every year, millions of applicants signed up for the Hunter Exam. It was inherently a brutal competition.
Neither the examiners nor the review committee would stop examinees from sabotaging or even killing one another within the rules.
The fewer examinees there were in a given year, the higher the pass rate would be. It was a simple matter.
Within the thick fog.
Hisoka held several playing cards between his fingers, the corners of his eyes curving as he licked his lips and freely released his savage killing intent.
To him, the first test was truly far too boring. He might as well help with the selection himself.
"First up..."
Hisoka stepped forward with his right foot, his body shooting through the fog like an arrow.
The airflow stirred up by his high-speed movement sent the surrounding fog rolling like clouds.
The next instant.
Hisoka swiftly passed two examinees who had fallen behind.
Without any visible movement from him, long sprays of blood erupted from the sides of their necks.
"Urgh..."
The sudden attack left the two examinees