The air wall Cordis created successfully blocked the ball, but he suffered nearly a thousand times the backlash.
It felt as though a car had run over his internal organs countless times. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he finally collapsed under the strain.
Only when the volleyball fell did Gon notice Cordis lying on the ground with blood spilling from his mouth. He no longer cared about the ball that was already within his grasp.
Just as he was about to run over, a sudden bang came from Cordis, and smoke billowed around him. When it slowly cleared, Cordis, who should have been badly injured, was crouching on the floor, rubbing his head in confusion.
He looked down at his body and saw that he had returned to his original male form. The pain that had left him feeling as though he would suffocate had vanished too.
"Cordis! Are you okay?"
Still completely bewildered, Cordis asked, "Shouldn't I be hurt?"
Before Cordis could collect himself, Hisoka came over as well, running his hands back and forth over Cordis's chest and abdomen.
Just as Cordis began to think Hisoka was taking the opportunity to cop a feel again, Hisoka withdrew his hands and rubbed his chin, disbelief on his face.
"Should I call you lucky or unlucky? Your injuries have pretty much healed, but the price is that you won't be able to use your Nen Ability for the next three hours."
Standing across from them, Razor couldn't help remarking in admiration, "Looks like that Witch is rather fond of you. She added something to your Transformation Potion."
But he quickly changed his tune. "Of course, she might have been experimenting on you and just happened to save your life."
With that, Razor threw his head back and laughed.
There