Genthru instinctively let go when he realized he was injured.
Gon seized the opening and quietly chanted, "Rock, paper, scissors!"
Seeing this, Genthru tried to flee and dodge the attack. Yet, strangely enough, the sight of Gon refusing to give up even after sacrificing one hand and badly injuring the other left his body frozen with fear.
Genthru screamed desperately in his mind. At the very last moment, he finally managed to edge backward, but Gon's rock-paper-scissors attack was already right in front of him.
Just as the blow was about to land, Genthru suddenly fell backward.
He had tripped.
Looking at Gon's two injured hands, he wondered how the boy had managed to hit him.
Genthru soon figured it out.
Gon had sacrificed one hand, using thirty percent of his aura to protect the other, while putting the remaining seventy percent into his left leg.
Gon knew perfectly well that Genthru was using most of his aura to protect his hands, which meant the aura protecting the rest of his body would diminish.
He had seized that opening and struck Genthru's chin with his left foot.
But what shocked Genthru even more was this.
It wasn't that no one had thought of this method before. Almost no one had actually pulled it off.
The risk was simply too great. Losing a hand or a foot was irreversible, after all. It was effectively destroying your own future just to land one solid punch on him.
No one weighing the costs and benefits would do something like that.
Yet the boy before him had actually done it.
Cordis, standing a short distance away, felt much the same as Genthru. Below him, Gon's face was twisted with the pain of his injured hands, yet he kept holding on.
Although Cordis kept telling