Clenching his teeth, Tsezguerra spread his hands, planted his feet, and forced himself to catch the ball. The instant it struck his hands, he flew backward and landed outside the court. The ball bounced back into the pirate leader's hand.
Gon, who wasn't playing, hurried over. "Tsezguerra, are you okay?"
Tsezguerra looked at his battered hands, his face grim. "My hands are broken."
He had concentrated his aura in his hands at the last instant. Otherwise, it would have been even worse.
"Good, one down," the pirate leader said casually. "Now, the next one."
Before he finished speaking, the pirate leader hurled the ball again. Everyone there except Lin Mo was stunned by its speed.
"So fast!" Killua sensed the danger.
The ball was aimed at the person under Lin Mo's control.
Almost as soon as the pirate leader threw it, Lin Mo made that person roll out of bounds.
The ball grazed the person's arm and flew on. With another bang, it punched through a wall dozens of meters behind Lin Mo's group.
Freed from Lin Mo's control, the person regained consciousness, nearly wet himself, then scrambled away screaming.
From the sidelines, Biscuit teased, "Looks like you're not as cold-blooded as I thought."
Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to answer her.
"You made that call in an instant," the pirate leader said thoughtfully. "Your strength really is unfathomable."
Just then, the referee, Number Zero, brought over another ball and tossed it to the pirate leader.
The pirate leader caught it and gave a faint smile. "Then I'll continue."
He immediately passed the ball to one of his aura doubles.
The doubles passed it among themselves at dizzying speed, stunning everyone on the court once more.
When most of them could barely follow it, Number Two suddenly fired the ball