A desperate surge, Ryuo breaks the deadlock

The Nen threads bound Lin Ye's limbs, torso, and neck like unbreakable golden shackles. Every thread had been compressed to its limit, as hard as alloy and powerful enough to crush steel. Lin Ye could clearly feel the faint pressure on his bones, while the flow of Nen inside his body had been forcibly cut off. A dead end. A true dead end. An uproar swept through the stands. "He's trapped! Hisoka has trapped the Gale Force Hunter!" "It's over! Once Hisoka's Ten Thousand Thread Lock has you, there's no escaping!" "Hisoka has won this match!" Gon and Killua instantly went pale. They rushed to the edge of the arena and shouted, "Lin Ye! Break free!" Wing stood as well, his gaze taut with anxiety. He knew that Ten Thousand Thread Lock was Hisoka's finishing move. Once it caught someone, even a top Enhancement Type fighter would struggle to escape. At the center of the arena, Hisoka slowly approached the bound Lin Ye, a victor's smile curling his lips. His fingertips lightly stroked Lin Ye's thread-wrapped shoulder, his voice mocking and cruel. "I told you I'd caught you, my lovely fruit." "You're strong. Truly strong. Strong enough to excite me. Unfortunately, you're still too young. You're no match for me after all." Dense Nen gathered at Hisoka's fingertips as he aimed at Lin Ye's heart, ready to deliver the final blow. He wanted to shatter this perfect fruit with his own hands and savor the thrill of victory. Bound tight by the Nen threads, Lin Ye could not move. Even breathing had become difficult, yet he showed no panic whatsoever. His eyes remained calm, with even a faint trace of certainty. He had been waiting for this opportunity all along. The instant the threads wrapped around him, Future Sight had