"Hey, boy, we're where you want to be."
The car drove to a cave, the driver stopped and shouted to the people behind him.
Coleman, who closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the desolate place, and raised his eyebrows.
The driver didn't look back, but he also expected what the man was thinking, so he just shrugged and said, "You need to find someone to guide you at the next stop."
The driver said, I only know so much, you need to explore the rest by yourself.
Coleman also knew the rules of Hunter Exam, so he didn't ask too many questions. He just nodded and sincerely suggested. "How about this? I suggest you find your own way back first. How about you go first?"
If someone is watching, it will always be a little intrusive.
What's more, art is best created in a place where no one will disturb you.
The driver was stunned for a moment, and then said unexpectedly, "Aren't you afraid that I will disqualify you from the competition?"
If you kill other contestants on a large scale, you will be banned.
Coleman put the book into his pocket, moved his body to make his posture more comfortable, raised his eyes and said calmly, "Sir, didn't we strictly follow the competition requirements?"
Driver: "?"
Smiling, tilting his head, and squinting his eyes, Coleman continued, "You placed the players in the deep mountains and forests, and then according to the rules of the competition, told them to explore to the entrance of the competition by themselves. Am I wrong?"
"..."
"As for the results, it's a pity that the physical endurance of most people is not very good. Some of them drank their hatred in the bellies of strange beasts, some were buried under the cliffs, some were buried in swamps and mire, and almost the entire army was wiped out."
The smile widened and the straightforward description made Coleman's words less like a casual mention and more like how it should be.
"You successfully completed the elimination mission, didn't you?"
The car was obviously full of people, but at this moment it was completely silent.
Their heavy breathing masked their anger and fear.
Coleman knows that when the driver leaves, everyone will start a suicidal counterattack.
No, maybe in their eyes, they themselves are capable of fighting!
The driver hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the thin lines around him.
"Take this away."
Coleman's smile instantly became amiable.
The invigilator compromised.
He is a smart man.
Then he can't push further.
He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the thin wires originally wrapped around the car began to squirm rapidly.
In less than ten seconds, the thin white lines disappeared like an illusion.
This time, the driver looked carefully and realized that this kid's Nen had reached such an extent.
This does not require Hunter License parts at all!
"You are here..."
Standing up, Coleman didn't let him finish. He just interrupted and said casually, "Looking for someone, looking for a relative."
The driver sneered, mocking and disdainful.
Would he believe such nonsense?
Forget it, he doesn't have to worry about what happens next.
Let the examiner get angry.
Is there unity among hunters?
The driver doesn't know, he only knows what to do with the money.
"Then I wish you happiness."
With that said, the driver opened the car door and walked away.
Coleman looked out from the window in the car, feeling once again that the people who can be reused by the Hunter Association are a group of talented people.
I don't know what the reason was, but the moment the driver landed, his breath was divided into three parts, running in different directions.
It's hard to figure out whether it's true or false.
And it moved very quickly, disappearing from Coleman's sight in less than three seconds.
After stretching his muscles, Coleman turned around and said with a smile, "The weather is nice today, right?"
And the only person who answered him was a group of angry swordsmen who burned away their sanity.
There are almost all kinds of weird weapons, and they are attacking Coleman one after another.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that some smart people were starting to flee crazily through the openings they could get out of.
The next moment, in the eyes of everyone.
Just when the weapon was about to reach Coleman, the man disappeared out of thin air!
Then, the thin line that just disappeared appeared again, this time it moved very slowly.
As if mocking these overestimating insects.
Why not choose to escape?
I want to compare my hunting skills with Spider.
The cold wind blows, refreshing people's spirits and regaining some sense at the same time.
They cursed, yelled, and even screamed in despair.
Someone desperately smashed into the door that was blocked by a thin white line, but only ended up with a bloody hand.
Someone put his idea at the window, but the one who was faster than him was the terrifying 'spider thread'.
Some people were like headless flies, waving their weapons and slashing around, as if they were trying to find that weird monster.
Shouting and stamping, yelling and cursing, pushing and squeezing.
It was a chaotic mess.
And just as the chaos was going on, a clear and slightly sweet young voice sounded.
"Shh, what's the weather like today?"
At the very back of the car, in a large open space, Coleman was hanging upside down on the roof of the car, looking at the panicked crowd below, smiling wantonly.
Welcome, visitors to this 3D painting exhibition.
What you are about to see is the latest work.
"<Cocoon>"
. You provide the master Miao Shijiu's Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance