Hisoka started participating in the Hunter Exam from this session.
Like Lynn, he was a newcomer and, logically, should have fallen within Tonpa’s target range.
However, it was obvious that Tonpa had never approached Hisoka.
Otherwise, the old fox wouldn’t be standing here talking to Lynn right now.
Personally, Lynn rather wanted to see a scene where Tonpa treated Hisoka the same way he treated Gon and the others…
Hisoka would probably have made him evaporate in an instant.
“Ahem, cough, cough…”
Tonpa coughed a few times, shrinking his neck and averting his gaze, not daring to look in Hisoka’s direction.
He lowered his voice awkwardly and said, “Well…
Heaven’s Arena does such massive business that I’ve naturally watched a few matches.
I can’t speak for everyone else, but I at least have an impression of some of the Floor Masters there.”
“The man is a Floor Master of Heaven’s Arena; I certainly wouldn’t be so foolish as to overreach and approach him…”
Lynn understood.
Heaven’s Arena, as the name implied, was a world-famous fighting venue across the six continents, hailed as the “Holy Land of Martial Artists.” Among those who could fight their way above the 200th floor, a select group of exceptionally strong individuals were known as “Floor Masters.”
Hisoka was exactly one of them.
Strictly speaking, he was something of a “celebrity”…
Lynn wondered if Heaven’s Arena sold Floor Master merchandise, like action figures or something.
“Fine, I’m done with you.” Lynn withdrew his right hand.
Tonpa felt the weight on his shoulder vanish.
Just as he caught his breath, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck, and a wave of dizziness surged into his mind.
Thud.
Tonpa collapsed onto the ground in a rather comical posture, falling fast asleep instantly.
Lynn’s gaze was cold.
Although Tonpa hadn’t caused him any real trouble—and had even “painsakingly” explained a lot of precautions—his intentions in approaching Lynn were impure.
Most importantly, that face gave Lynn the urge to give him a beating.
So, he delivered a hand-chop to Tonpa.
Whether the man would wake up before the exam started depended on his luck.
Surprisingly, after knocking Tonpa down, Lynn obtained a new card.
[Name: Spider-Sense]
[Grade: C]
[Type: Ability Card]
[Background: Marvel]
[Description: Derived from Spider-Man’s Spider-Sense.
When encountering danger that does not excessively exceed one’s own strength, it provides an early warning.
However, it is limited to perception.]
So it was the Spider-Sense of the “Failure Man.”
This ability suited Tonpa perfectly.
Lynn even suspected that Tonpa actually possessed a version of “Spider-Sense,” otherwise, how could he have escaped death so many times?
A C-grade card, though its effect was average, was still somewhat useful.
For the time being, there was no need to use it as material for synthesis.
Since it was a passive skill that didn’t consume Nen, that alone made it quite good.
This card also made him realize another thing: it wasn’t only Nen users who dropped cards; ordinary people had a chance as well.
However, the probability was likely very small, the card quality wouldn’t be high, and it probably required a “special talent” like Tonpa.
That guy Tonpa was actually somewhat useful, contributing a card to him.
Feeling slightly better, Lynn sat down with his back against the wall, holding the cute little Chopper in his arms and occasionally rubbing the latter’s soft head.
To avoid trouble, he communicated with Chopper via telepathy.
It was currently 4:00 PM on January 6th.
The Hunter Exam would officially begin tomorrow, January 7th, though the specific time was not fixed.
Therefore, most examinees, like him, planned to wait in the warehouse until tomorrow.
In the crowd, several people saw Tonpa being taken down so decisively and showed looks of surprise.
This included the three Amori brothers.
They had originally thought Tonpa would have an easy time dealing with this newcomer.
They hadn’t expected the tables to turn so quickly.
They had misjudged.
This was a “prickly” individual, a person who needed to be watched closely…
At the same time, in a corner of the warehouse, a person dressed strangely—resembling a clown from a circus—was doing something quite different.
While others looked nervous and worried about the upcoming Hunter Exam, Hisoka sat cross-legged on the ground, building a pyramid out of playing cards.
Hisoka had long red hair, and a star and a teardrop were painted on his sharp-featured face.
He wore a short white top with hearts and diamonds from a deck of cards drawn on the front and back.
His waist was wrapped in cloth strips, making it look extremely slender.
After a long time, he unhurriedly placed one last card, completing a pyramid that was perfectly stable.
He still had a few cards left in his hand.
Hisoka’s hands were nimble as he flipped the cards up and down.
Finally, he pulled out two cards, holding them between his index and middle fingers in front of his face, revealing only a pair of bewitching eyes that seemed to be smiling.
The two cards were the Big Joker and the Little Joker.
In Hisoka’s view, there were only these two Jokers in the entire warehouse.
The Big Joker referred to himself, and the Little Joker was naturally Lynn.
To run into a Nen user while just coming out for a bit of fun—should he call it good luck?
He was just starting to think things might get boring~
From the moment Lynn stepped into the warehouse, Hisoka had viewed him as a spare bit of entertainment to be played with if needed.
Hisoka had a sharp eye; from the “Ten” on Lynn’s body alone, he could estimate his strength level.
As a “fruit farmer,” judging “fruit” was a basic skill.
In his view, for Lynn to have this level of strength at his age was merely “decent”…
He chose opponents not only based on strength but also on potential.
The more talented they were, the more excited he became.
After a comprehensive evaluation, he considered Lynn a “mediocre-looking fruit” that could be picked to relieve boredom when he felt thirsty.
But he didn’t know that Lynn had only been in contact with “Nen” for less than half a year.
Had he known that, he might have had a very different reaction.
Time passed bit by bit.
Lynn’s clone pretended to close his eyes to rest, while on the other side, his main body was enjoying dinner with Capone.
Yorknew Villa.
Dining Room.
“Kee-hee-hee~” Gastly floated in the air, occasionally passing through the long table to the space below, then passing through the walls to disappear.
As a ghost, it could ignore solid objects.
Lynn casually speared a piece of succulent meat, chewed, and swallowed.
He glanced at the exceptionally hyperactive Gastly floating around but didn’t pay it any mind.
It seemed to be a “side effect” of consuming Post-mortem Nen.
When Gastly ate too much at once, it would fall into a state as if it were “high,” becoming full of energy and never tiring.
Of course, this was only a short-term state that would soon return to normal, and it had no negative effects.
However…
he needed to arrange for the acquisition of antiques soon.
A month had passed, and the Post-mortem Nen in the three antiques had been nearly sucked dry.
Only the ancient sword had enough left for Gastly to feed on for another two days.
Conversely, Gastly’s growth rate was astonishing.
It had promoted directly from C- grade to C+ grade, and according to what it said, it was about to undergo its first evolution.
Lynn guessed that after evolving into Haunter, it would have B- grade strength.
But Gastly’s food supply of Post-mortem Nen was about to run out.
As a massive mafia city, Yorknew was famous as a “Paradise for the Wealthy.” Anything could be obtained with money—for instance, that was how he got the TX-3.
Antiques went without saying; they were sold everywhere.
Unfortunately, what he wanted wasn’t ordinary antiques, but those attached with Post-mortem Nen.
These were relatively rare.
Ideally, he should send a Nen user capable of “Gyo” to pick them out on-site…
His current financial resources weren’t yet sufficient to buy indiscriminately; otherwise, he would have just bought them all regardless of whether they had Post-mortem Nen or not.