Gon ran excitedly down from the arena, and Leorio rushed over to bandage his wounds.
"Lin Yan! I won! I really won using the method you taught me!" He waved his arms excitedly, his cheeks flushed.
"Well done."
Lin Yan opened his eyes and stopped the circulation within his body. He smiled gently. "How did it feel?"
"It felt... really strange!"
Gon struggled to find the words, gesturing with both hands.
"The moment he fired his arrow, I felt like I could sense the wind and the path the arrow would take. My body moved on its own! It was even faster than looking with my eyes!"
"That's your talent."
Lin Yan patted his shoulder, passing an extremely faint thread of true qi through his fingertips to settle Gon's surging blood and energy.
"Remember that feeling and keep practicing. It'll become your strongest weapon."
Killua watched from the side, his feelings complicated.
He was happy about Gon's victory, but at the same time, an inexplicable emotion began to grow within him.
Gon's talent and Lin Yan's unfathomable depths were like mirrors, reflecting his own uncertainty.
What about me? What am I good at? Killing?
Killua's eyes dimmed a little before the names scrolling across the large screen caught his attention.
Third match: [Kurapika (No. 404) vs. Hisoka (No. 44)]
The atmosphere in the venue instantly grew heavier.
"It's Kurapika and Hisoka!" Leorio cried nervously. "This is bad!"
Everyone knew this was more than just a match.
For Kurapika, it was the first step toward revenge. For Hisoka, it was merely an enjoyable "game."
Kurapika rose without expression. His normally gentle gray eyes were now as deep as an ancient well.
Without looking at anyone, he walked straight toward the arena.
Lin Yan's gaze settled on him. The qi