As Coleman finished speaking, the ominous black flames instantly engulfed his entire forearm.
The originally well-organized markings slowly spread and gradually covered the entire arm.
The muscles atrophied and shriveled, becoming so thin that in the end, it was like a skeleton.
The bones and joints of the hand are clearly visible.
With a 'sizzle' sound.
It felt like a branding iron being pressed onto the flesh.
White runes slowly appeared at the joints.
It was raw and unfamiliar, yet it resembled a white vortex.
Even though I don't recognize or understand the text at all, I always feel that it contains some profound truth, which attracts the viewer's attention.
Hisoka was startled by this scene.
This arm doesn't resemble a human arm at all; it looks more like a thousand-year-old mummified corpse.
But the moment his gaze fell upon the white incantation, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
His brows furrowed slowly, and he seemed to hear a strange yet holy and eerie voice.
The voice murmured, as if trying to tell the listener some secrets of the world.
But when Hisoka to understand it himself, he couldn't make out what he was saying.
I couldn't help but listen more carefully.
'The high halls of the West, the abode of God... the dawn has faded... evil... God is eternal.'
Coleman, standing in front of Hisoka, looked at the man whose gaze seemed vacant and snapped his fingers.
A gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness.
Hisoka blinked and looked at Coleman.
He rubbed his stiff neck and scoffed, "God?"
Coleman shook his head, denying it. "No, no, no, don't listen, it's a curse."
If gods need to incarnate in a human body, then they can hardly be called good gods, can they?
No, it should be said that if God needed the body of an ant to descend to earth, how wretched must He be?
Hisoka pondered Coleman's words for a moment, then shook his head, clearing the rest of his mind of any lingering thoughts.
Whatever, what do gods and demons have to do with it?
He stepped forward, grasped Coleman's dark, withered arm, and looked up. "So, what are you going to do about this?"
Although he didn't know the real story behind all this, Hisoka felt that being this emaciated was hardly a good thing.
It was less about giving Coleman power and more about stealing Coleman's life.
Examining Coleman's hand, Hisoka scrutinized it for a long time, then shook his head with some difficulty. "The death aura on it is really heavy. This thing won't just spread little by little, but eventually..."
It devoured the white-haired man completely.
"Bingo~ You got it right, too bad there's no prize." Coleman pulled his arm out and laughed nonchalantly, "Things will work themselves out, what else can we do?"
Hisoka stared at this indifferent person for a long time.
A breeze swept through the hall, brushing against their cheeks.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as the two combatants in the center of the grass fought for a long time.
One person was expressionless, the other was completely indifferent.
Finally, the clown said nothing, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward with a slightly hunched back.
After walking about ten meters, he turned to another player and said, "Let's go. The Hunter Exam isn't over yet. If you don't want your brother to beat you up, I advise you to go back now."
Coleman looked at the person who didn't react much, somewhat surprised but also finding it quite normal.
He chuckled for a moment, then shook his withered hand, dissipating his Nen.
In less than ten seconds, her arm returned to its original fair appearance.
Coleman quickly followed, standing shoulder to shoulder with Hisoka.
Hisoka glanced at his arm, which had returned to normal, and said nothing, only giving Coleman a deep look.
They looked at each other in silence, and walked away in silence for a long time.
Finally, as they approached their destination, Coleman suddenly stopped, still looking completely nonchalant.
However, this time his words carried a hint of seriousness.
"Don't worry, I won't die anytime soon. I still have things to take care of."
"... It's good that you're dead, but remember to tell me your bank card PIN; you still owe me a lot of money."
"... I will pay it back."
"Your promise to 'pay back' is as unreliable as Illumi agreeing to go on a blind date."
"..."
You provided the author, Miao Shijiu, with her Hunter x Hunter: Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance.