The medics wheeled the stretcher away at a run.
Kurapika's bloodless face disappeared at the end of the passage.
The noise in the hall died down.
The air smelled of blood.
And of a stifling frustration that lingered even after victory.
"Final test, second match."
Beans's emotionless voice broke the silence right on cue.
"Hisoka versus Pokkle."
Whoosh.
The spotlight came on.
A man stood at its center.
His face was painted like a clown's, eerie yet flamboyant.
Hisoka.
He licked his lips.
His smile sent chills down people's spines.
Excited and greedy.
His gaze swept the spectator seats without lingering on anyone.
Yet it seemed to strip every one of them bare.
Across from him.
The archer named Pokkle went pale in an instant.
Even his lips were trembling.
His legs felt too heavy to lift.
Every step took everything he had.
The moment the examiner read out his name.
He had been sentenced to death.
On ZIBI Sweat Island, he had been one of Luo Ye's hunters.
That one-sided game of domination had already destroyed his confidence.
Now he had to face a monster more terrifying and more purely monstrous than Luo Ye.
[Tsk, poor kid.]
[Out of the frying pan, into the fire.]
[He's about to be scared out of his soul.]
[Now this is entertaining.]
"Begin!"
The instant the referee's voice fell.
Pokkle shuddered violently.
His survival instinct overpowered his fear.
He let out a piercing roar and drew his bow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three arrows shot out in a triangular formation.
They sealed off every escape route Hisoka had.
Speed, power, accuracy.
All were flawless.
This was the skill of a top-class archer.
But Hisoka didn't move.
He simply stood there.
An amused smile still on his face.
He let the three arrows capable of