Coleman walked to the center of the arena with a lollipop in his mouth and said with some distress, "I can't afford to pay for anything we break."
Hisoka slipped his playing cards into his pocket. "Then go easy."
The examiner looked at the two men who had stepped into the center, then at Netero, who stood calmly to one side.
He announced, "Garnet versus Hisoka. Begin!"
Coleman took half a step back and mumbled around his lollipop, "Five minutes. We fight for five minutes only. Hand-to-hand combat. No damaging the surroundings."
He did not have spare money to compensate Netero.
Besides, he had already owed him a favor.
Hisoka nodded indifferently. As long as he got to fight, anything was fine.
Eager anticipation shone in his eyes as he smiled. "Dear, you won't fail to last five minutes, will you?"
Hearing the provocation from across the arena, Coleman sneered.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his smile not quite a smile. "Then let's find out."
The instant his voice echoed through the air, Hisoka moved.
He was so fast that not even an afterimage could be seen.
'Bang!'
A heavy punch landed on Coleman's arm.
"Much ruder, dear. You won't win a beautiful lady's favor acting like that." Coleman blocked the incoming fists while slowly retreating. "If this is all you've got, then this will be boring to death."
Hisoka sneered, unmoved by the provocation, only silently accelerating.
A sharp gust from his fist brushed past Coleman's ear, and the sound of air tearing apart made his ears ache.
Palm thrust, hook, sweeping kick, downward chop—one attack after another.
In less than a minute, Coleman gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Yet there was not the slightest sign of panic on his face.
Instead, he looked entirely at ease as he evaded