On the fighting platform.
Lin Yan and Hanzo stood facing each other, their gazes clashing silently in the air.
The referee briefly read out the rules. "The match continues until one side surrenders or loses the ability to fight. Killing your opponent is forbidden."
"Then, begin!"
The instant the referee finished speaking, Hanzo vanished from where he stood.
Fast!
Blindingly fast!
Like a bullet leaving the barrel, he whipped up a fierce gust and charged straight into Lin Yan's face.
Most of the examinees in the stands could not even follow his movements. Their vision blurred, and his afterimage was already there.
"He's so fast!" Leorio cried, cold sweat sliding down his temple.
Killua's pupils abruptly contracted, and his body instinctively tensed. "That explosive power... he's strong! In terms of sheer physical ability, this guy is a monster."
Hanzo's objective was clear. He used no flashy moves, instead closing in with the most direct, effective approach.
His right hand blurred as it reached precisely for Lin Yan's left shoulder. At the same time, his left hand curled into a claw and viciously clamped toward Lin Yan's throat with a shrill rush of air.
This was a ninja's most common lethal grappling technique: one hand dislocated the bones, while the other sealed the throat.
Once he secured his grip, the fight would end in 0.1 seconds.
Yet Lin Yan's response to this thunderous attack was strange.
He did not dodge.
Or rather, he could not dodge in time.
His Divine Sense had been severely depleted in his confrontation with Illumi. The spot between his brows still throbbed, leaving him unable to track such high-speed movement as precisely as he could at full strength.
The True Qi in his body had only recovered to fifty percent, not enough to support large-scale defensive