Netero Goes Too Far × Roy Draws His Sword in Fury

Gotoh slashed with her knife, sending him flying. Then, with a backhand swift motion, she fired a "Nen Bullet," knocking away a guy wearing a hoodie. She then snatched his number tag and stuffed it into her pocket.

The young butler was very diligent; this was the third person he had cooked for.

With the tip of his shoe as the boundary, no one dared to cross that line.

"Young Master, there are far fewer people."

The sounds of "beep... whoosh..." were incessant. There were hundreds of candidates when they boarded the ship, but half of them were eliminated within half a day.

[Nen Ability "Form Transformation" +10]

After leveling up, the experience points gained also decreased somewhat. Roy stood motionless, holding the branch, contemplating the future. Compared to the generation of Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio in the original work, this generation was indeed a bit unusual.

It's too harsh, too cruel. It feels like an overcorrection. I really don't know what that "human powerhouse," who is the president of the Hunter Association, is thinking.

An image comes to mind of an elderly man with a high ponytail, wearing a Martial Way uniform with flowing sleeves, and wearing an earring like young people, perhaps watching this test from somewhere.

Just as Roy had thought...

Since King's Hunter Exam, the recent Hunter Exam have seen a lot of weak contestants due to relaxed restrictions. Netero, having learned his lesson, tightened the restrictions again.

Wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, he played with a volleyball in the brightly lit training room, flicking it with his foot and then catching it with his forehead. The whole set of movements was fluid and graceful, with a touch of Martial Way style.

"The Hunter Exam has begun, and tens of thousands of candidates have gathered at the five entrances, a thousand more than last year." The Beans suit and black bow tie was reporting to him, holding a set of organized documents in his hand.

It would occasionally steal a glance; the other stood with its hands behind its back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the ground, silent and Zeno. The other was just standing there quietly, but it couldn't pretend that the other didn't exist.

"Hehe... it's not a problem."

"Better to have fewer but better quality products. The Hunter Association needs elites, so it's okay if no one passes the test in the end."

With a flick of his forehead, the volleyball soared into the air, bounced off the ceiling, and plummeted downwards. Just as it was about to fall right in front of Netero, the old man extended a single finger and caught it steadily, letting it spin smoothly between his fingertips...

He tilted his head and looked at Zeno, saying, "You agree, right?"

Zeno remained silent, a stubborn face flashing through his mind. He chuckled softly, "No, someone will definitely get through."

Um?

Netero's eyes flickered, and with a flick of his finger, the volleyball sliced through the air, aiming straight for someone's face, only to be firmly caught by Zeno's outstretched hand.

"What do you mean? You finally decided to let your eldest child take the exam..."

As an old man with a keen sense of humor, Netero knew he had guessed correctly just by looking at Zeno's expression.

He took the black tea offered by the Beans, took a sip, and said quietly, "It's a pity that the one guarding the pass is Xiao Bo; he's not as easy to talk to as I am."

"Little Bo?" Zeno raised an eyebrow.

The Beans quickly brewed him a cup of black tea and handed it over. "It's Botobai Gigante... He just got promoted to a two-star Terrorist Hunter, so he has some time. He'll be guarding the final checkpoint."

"Him... Zeno remembered him; he was a troublesome fellow." He glanced at Netero, but the old man pretended not to see him and said directly, "If the old man won't let me see Jager, then I won't let his grandson pass the test. That's perfectly reasonable."

You guys... old children, old children, nothing more... Zeno didn't know what to say anymore. One was a hundred years old, the other over a hundred, always bickering like children. As his grandson, he felt nothing but helplessness...

"Nothing is absolute, Illumi wouldn't dare say that," J

"That kid Roy might still have a chance..."

"Oh?" This time it was Netero's turn to be surprised. He glanced at Zeno and said, "From what you're saying, your boss has a chance to beat Po?"

"I didn't say that." Zeno turned his back to the scenery and said quietly, "Botobai is known for his upright character. Since it's not counter-terrorism, given his personality, he definitely wouldn't really go against a few examinees..."

However, "The moment he stops taking things seriously is the opportunity."

The Sun-Earring Boy's dream of pursuing "freedom" was no joke; at least... in the few days Roy was away from home, the old man had been talking about him quite a bit...

Netero paused for a moment, then became interested. "Heh heh... then I'll be watching with bated breath."

"Buzz..."

The airship churned through the air, Youyou making its way towards the venue where the Hunter Exam were being held...

Onboard the "Poseidon," bloody battles continue...

"I want to become Hunter simply so I can go to more places and uncover our history... Village Chief, the Kurta Clan can't be confined to one place; we must integrate into the world..." Kurajing through the ship's cabin, her arms and legs covered in cuts, recalling the words she had spoken to the village chief before she left...

She has never regretted her decision to participate in the Hunter Exam, but... she underestimated the cruelty of the Hunter world. Just as she told Mark Sim before, this one is different!

"If you can't hold on, surrender. Don't force me to actually kill you." Behind Kurajing stood a man holding a dagger.

Judging from the Nen Qi wrapped around his sword, he is a Nen user has awakened his Nen Ability by opening his Aura Nodes.

Closer... Kurajing could already see the sunlight streaming down from the deck. Without turning back, she grabbed the steps and climbed up, then cried out in pain as she was stabbed in the back again.

She couldn't understand why her weapon would be sliced in two the moment it touched the opponent's dagger. Gritting her teeth, she rushed onto the deck, rolled to Gotoh's feet, and pleaded, "Help me..."

Kurajing is not just a pretty face; on the contrary, she is very intelligent. Through observation, she discovered that among all the members of the "Poseidon," the most troublesome are Pariston and his two bodyguards, who have been pushing forward and reaping points, and Gotoh, who sent three people flying with three "Nen Bullet."

"Young Master..." Gotoh turned around and glanced at Roy. He remembered that the Young Master had looked at this girl a few times at the airport, hesitating whether to save her.

Roy, without turning his head, said, "Never mind."

Then, by lifting the branch, another flying fish was caught.

Seeing this, Kurajing gritted her teeth and said, "I have money!"

"If you help me, I can give you all my money."

"How many?"

"One million..." the girl said to herself, her voice weakening... She didn't know it was much, but it was all the money she could offer.

Gotoh:

I don't even know what to say anymore?

One million? Isn't that just utterly insulting?

She simply glanced at the Dagger Man and said, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

The Dagger Man, who had initially hesitated out of fear, was now in a good position, excitedly lunging forward as if he had received an "order"... but then... a flash of cold light sliced through his dagger, grazing his cheek and instantly extinguishing his ecstatic heart...

"Damn it, didn't we agree that I was the one to do it?" He was so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood. He glared at the Sun-Earring Boy, who had been quietly fishing, and saw him suddenly stand up, draw his Cane Sword, and unleash Flying Slash!

The attack targeted the Pariston trio, striking Clark with a single blow. Amidst Clark's agonizing screams, the blade severed the hand Clark had used to strike the Freak!

The Freak paused for a moment, then turned to look... The Sun-Earring Boy walked over, sword in hand, tossing a branch to the Gotoh. Beneath his calm face, he could not conceal the sudden surge of raging fury!