Killua nodded at Gon and, without suspecting a thing, took the ball over to where Gon stood.
He bent slightly at the waist and held the ball in front of his chest. Gon nodded at him, crouched into a punching stance, and began gathering a massive amount of aura in his fist.
Gon fixed his eyes on the ball before him and slowly said, "Paper, scissors..."
With the final cry of "Rock!", everything gathered in his fist surged toward the ball before him.
That force sent the volleyball hurtling toward Razor a short distance away. The shot was immensely powerful, rippling the air wherever it passed, and its strength took Razor by surprise.
Although the shot was incredibly powerful, Razor was still strong enough to stop it. But just as the ball reached him...
It suddenly veered toward Number Thirteen beside him.
The towering Number Thirteen caught the ball in both hands, but it kept spinning rapidly against his chest, trying to break free of his grasp.
The rapidly spinning ball dragged Number Thirteen along until he finally toppled into the outer court.
Even the ever-proud Razor found the sight unbelievable, and he couldn't help looking at Gon with admiration.
Looking at Gon's face, so much like Ging's, he couldn't help marveling inwardly. He really is Ging's son, every bit as exceptional as his father.
Zero, who stood between the two teams, raised a hand and announced, "Player Thirteen has been hit. He's out."
Outside the court, even the usually serious Jeter Shari began waving his arms and dancing with excitement. Cordis, sitting beside him, still wore a deep frown.
After thinking for a while, he finally shouted to Gon, "Gon! That's not enough. Calm down, build up your aura, and try to knock Razor out with the next shot!"