Everyone in the stands fell silent.
This was no longer a match.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
"Enough... that's enough..."
Wing watched Gon, covered in wounds, his heart aching unbearably. "Forfeit, Gon! You'll die if this keeps up!"
Killua's face had turned ashen, too.
His fingernails had sunk deep into the armrests beneath his hands.
If Lin Yan hadn't specifically warned him not to interfere, he would already have rushed into the ring.
"Lin Yan! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Killua turned and snarled at him, "Are you really going to sit here and watch Gon get beaten to death?!"
Lin Yan didn't look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the swaying figure in the ring.
"He hasn't reached his limit yet."
Lin Yan's voice remained calm.
"What?" Killua froze.
"Just watch."
Lin Yan said evenly, "A tree can't grow tall enough to touch the sky without weathering a few storms."
In the ring.
Hisoka kicked Gon away once more, sending him crashing down at the edge of the ring.
He lay facedown, gasping for breath, sweat and blood mingling as they streamed down his face.
His consciousness had begun to blur.
Every cell in his body screamed with pain, urging him to give up.
Is it over?
Is this how it ends?
No...
I can't lose...
I promised Lin Yan I would stay true to myself...
Countless thoughts flashed through Gon's mind.
He remembered the breathing method Lin Yan had taught him.
It wasn't merely a means of training, but a key to steadying his body and mind and focusing his will.
Lying on the ground, he began to regulate his breathing.
One breath out, one breath in.
One long, one short.
As he followed that rhythm, his heart, which had been pounding wildly from pain and