Gale Brittle-Wing Leopard, Jungle Speed Hunt

Whoosh--

The sound of something tearing through the air shattered the forest's silence.

A dozen or more dark cyan, glassy figures leaped down one after another from the branches of towering trees.

Their bodies were long and streamlined, with winglike extended muscles growing from their shoulders and backs. The muscles in their limbs were taut as bowstrings.

Their claws gleamed coldly, and they landed almost without a sound.

Gale Brittle-Wing Leopard.

Capture Level 20.

The top-tier speed-type pack of ferocious beasts on the outskirts of the second layer.

Genos's eyes flashed red at high speed.

"Scan complete: seventeen targets in total, including one leader."

"After adapting to twice the gravity, their maximum speed can still reach eighty meters per second. They excel at encirclement attacks and successive raids."

"The wing muscles along their spines are the core point for launching attacks, and also the highest-quality edible part of their bodies."

Leorio gripped his scalpel backward, his back instantly tensing.

"Seventeen? And they're that fast?"

Before he could finish speaking,

the Boss Leopard threw back its head and let out a sharp, shrill cry.

The entire pack scattered in an instant.

Using the cover of thick tree trunks, they moved rapidly in winding paths.

Their figures flickered constantly between the shadows of the trees, making their exact positions impossible to pin down.

They did not charge straight in.

Instead, they compressed the encirclement ring by ring, patiently searching for the weakest point to break through.

Killua's pupils narrowed slightly.

"These guys have much better tactical awareness than the Fang Beasts."

"Gon, hold the east side head-on. Kurapika, control the west side with your chains. Leorio, stay in the middle and provide support."

The three immediately took their positions.

Silver-white arcs of electricity crackled around Killua.

Godspeed, full output.

Whoosh--

His entire