The bell signaling the end of the match had rung long ago.
Killua sat on a bench in the lounge.
His expression was grim.
His hands were clasped beneath his chin, his eyes fixed on the floor.
The scene in the ring kept replaying in his mind.
The instant Zushi had unleashed his aura.
The door swung open.
Gon and the others walked in.
"Killua, are you okay?"
Gon approached him, looking worried.
Killua raised his head and shook it.
"I'm fine."
"But there's something seriously wrong with that kid, Zushi."
Kurapika pulled over a chair and sat down.
"You noticed it too."
"His ability to withstand blows went far beyond the limits of the human body."
Killua gritted his teeth.
"It's not just that."
"When he took that stance at the end, something invisible appeared around his body."
"It felt exactly like my older brother, Illumi."
Killua clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
"That cold feeling that makes it impossible to breathe."
Luo Ye leaned against the doorframe, chewing a piece of gum.
That's right.
The malice in Nen is the deadliest poison to ordinary people.
"If you want to know what it was, why not just ask?"
Luo Ye blew a bubble.
"That scruffy guy with the glasses definitely knows what's going on."
The four left the lounge and headed for Zushi's room.
At the end of the corridor, they ran straight into Wing coming out with Zushi.
Killua darted forward and blocked their path.
"Hey, old man."
Killua stared at Wing, his gaze sharp.
"What exactly was that move the kid used at the end?"
Wing adjusted his glasses, his expression calm.
"You must have been mistaken. It was just a rather unusual breathing technique."
Killua didn't believe him for a second.
"Quit trying to