If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it possible. Loki gestured invitingly towards Razor. "Your turn
If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it possible.
Loki gestured invitingly towards Razor. "Your turn, Razor!"
The tables had turned. Razor was now wary of the kid’s power, finding himself, for the first time, suppressed by sheer strength.
Loki’s voice cut through the air. "As the game developer, don’t disappoint me."
Loki unbuttoned his shirt, casually tossing it aside.
He seemed uncomfortable wearing clothes, having grown accustomed to his cloak.
A strange symbol, a small, flame-like black mark, was revealed on his chest—subtle and almost unnoticeable.
After Loki spoke, the fillers raised their heads, staring at Razor and Loki. Razor laughed, stretching his wrists as he looked at Loki. "So you noticed."
"Was it that hard to notice?" Loki countered.
Nen users like Razor, Hisoka, and Bisky likely realized from the start that Greed Island wasn’t a game but a reflection of reality.
Only the weaker Nen users, after seeing the game’s spell cards, truly believed it was a game world.
Stretching finished, Razor focused on Loki. "Kid," he said, his tone serious. "You’re the most troublesome player I’ve ever encountered. I can’t afford to be careless; I might lose. As the game developer, I can’t lose to you so easily—I’d be ridiculed."
Razor’s words and expression conveyed his determination not to lose. Loki smiled. "Then don’t disappoint me."
Razor bent down, raising the ball high with his right hand, his Nen erupting, flowing out from his body.
"My previous attack wasn’t my full power.
Are you ready?" Razor warned Loki kindly. "If not, you’d better dodge; otherwise..."
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"You’re worrying too much," Loki replied, raising his right hand, fingers spread, his eyes widening.
This action caused Razor’s temples to throb, his face darkening.
’Damn kid, daring to underestimate me!’ This was a clear sign of intent to catch Razor’s attack with one hand, mirroring Razor’s earlier catch of Goreinu’s throw—a blatant display of contempt.
The others gasped, uncertainly murmuring,
"Yohane Kurama... is he trying to catch it with one hand...?"
"Yeah, probably! But it’s not Goreinu!"
Tsezguerra grew anxious.
Even though Loki was strong, he couldn’t possibly catch Razor’s attack with one hand. "Don’t be reckless, kid. You’ll die!"
Suddenly, Razor’s voice boomed, "Too late! I want to see how you’ll catch my attack with one hand!!!"
Razor roared the word ’attack,’ his furious shout followed by a terrifying, high-speed whistling sound.
Instantly, invisible waves spread from Razor’s hand, rippling through the air. The Nen, unleashed with ferocious power, created a deafening blast.
The attack hurtled towards Loki with immense force.
The spectators’ eyes widened; the ball, a streak of light in the air, carried a terrifying aura.
Even without directly feeling its power, the shockwave alone was terrifying.
They couldn’t imagine facing such an attack head-on.
Yet, Loki, the target of Razor’s attack, merely raised one arm towards the rapidly approaching ball.
The Nen swirling around the ball acted like a thruster, accelerating it further. Even dodging might be impossible, let alone catching it—with one hand!
’That kid’s going to die!’ ’Too confident! If he’d planned to dodge from the start, he might have reacted, but now...’ ’He was about to win, but that idiot got cocky!’
The spectators had already sentenced Loki to death.
Inside the arena, watching the ball grow larger in his eyes, Tsezguerra felt a chill down his spine. Even from a distance, he could sense the destructive power.
He turned, expecting Loki to realize the futility of his actions and dodge, minimizing injury. But Loki remained motionless.
Tsezguerra was puzzled; why not dodge such a terrifying attack? Was he waiting to die? He wanted to pull Loki back, but it was too late.
Bisky, beside Tsezguerra, watched Loki intently.
’That attack’s power... that kid, Yohane Kurama, can’t possibly survive unscathed. He’ll be injured at the very least!’ Seeing Loki’s immobility, her eyes flickered.
’Kids will be kids. Even if he tries to catch it, he’ll be incapacitated afterward—idiot!’
At that moment, Hisoka spread his hands, his Bungee Gum appearing. "Need my help?" he suddenly asked Loki.
In a flash, Loki grinned. "No!"
A gleam flashed in his eyes. "This attack... is just getting me excited!"
The ball slammed into Loki’s hand.
Hiss hiss hiss!!! The sound of Nen friction echoed, like two rapidly spinning iron balls grinding together, sparks flying.
Astonishingly, Loki remained standing, not knocked back.
Everyone looked at Loki’s feet; powerful Nen was supporting him. ’That might provide support, but his arm will be destroyed,’ Tsezguerra thought, looking up, envisioning Loki’s arm being torn apart.
But when he looked up, Loki’s arm was unharmed! His Nen was equally powerful.
Even more astonishingly, the piercing friction sound quickly ceased.
’What’s going on?’ All eyes focused on Loki’s hand. An unbelievable sight unfolded: Razor’s Nen, upon contact with Loki, flowed towards him. Within a few breaths, the terrifying Nen swirling around the ball was completely absorbed by Loki!
As Loki stood firmly, holding the ball, slowly lowering his arm, silence descended. No one made a sound.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Loki’s slender frame, his delicate arm having withstood an attack more powerful than a cannonball, completely unscathed.
Astonishing! Terrifyingly astonishing! Why? It seemed Loki had absorbed Razor’s Nen! This question filled everyone’s minds, including Razor, who stared at Loki, speechless.
’Just now...’ ’What... was that ability?’ ’My Nen... he absorbed it...’ Razor’s mouth hung open, his eyes wide, fixed on Loki, as if frozen.
After a long moment, someone broke the silence.
"He absorbed the Nen..."
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