Hisoka was participating in the Hunter Exam starting from this term.
Like him, he was a newcomer, so logically, he should have been within Tonpa’s target range.
However, it was obvious that Tonpa had absolutely never approached Hisoka.
Otherwise, this old guy wouldn’t be able to stand here and talk to him.
He personally quite wanted to see the scene where Tonpa treated Hisoka the same way he did Gon and the others…
perhaps he would evaporate in an instant.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Tonpa coughed a few times, shrank his neck, and averted his gaze, not daring to look in Hisoka’s direction.
He lowered his voice and said awkwardly:
“Well… Heavens Arena does such big business, so naturally, I’ve watched a few matches here and there. Not to mention others, at least I have an impression of some of the contestants there.”
“They are star contestants of Heavens Arena, so of course, I wouldn’t overestimate my own abilities and approach them…”
Lynn understood.
Heavens Arena, as the name implied, was a very famous fighting competition venue in the Six Continents, known as the “Holy Land for fighters.”
Counting it up, Hisoka was somewhat of a “star figure”…
He wondered if Heavens Arena sold merchandise for contestants, like figurines or something.
“Alright, that’s enough from you.” Lynn withdrew his right hand.
Tonpa suddenly felt his shoulder lighten.
Just as he caught his breath, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.
Thud.
Tonpa collapsed to the ground in a very comical posture and fell asleep instantly.
Lynn’s gaze was cold.
Tonpa hadn’t caused him any trouble and had even “painstakingly” told him a bunch of precautions, but his intentions in approaching him were impure…
especially that face, which gave him the urge to beat him up.
So, he gave Tonpa a hand chop.
Whether he could wake up before the exam started would depend on his luck.
Unexpectedly, after knocking out Tonpa, he obtained a new card.
[Name: Spider-Sense]
[Rank: C]
[Type: Ability Card]
[Background: Marvel]
[Description: Derived from Spider-Man’s Spider-Sense. When encountering danger that does not exceed one’s own strength by too much, it will predict the danger in advance, but it is limited to perception.]
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This ability suited Tonpa too well; Lynn even suspected that Tonpa also had “Spider-Sense,” otherwise how could he have escaped death so many times?
A C-Rank card.
Although the effect was average, it was still somewhat useful, so there was no need to use it as synthesis material for now.
This was a passive skill that didn’t require spending Nen; just that alone was quite good.
This card also made him realize another thing: it wasn’t just Nen Users who could drop cards; ordinary people had a chance too.
But the probability was likely very low, the card quality wasn’t high, and it had to be a special talent like Tonpa.
This guy Tonpa was actually somewhat useful; he even contributed a card to him.
Lynn’s mood improved slightly.
He sat down with his back against the wall, holding the cute little Chopper in his arms, occasionally rubbing the latter’s soft head.
To avoid trouble, he always communicated with Chopper via telepathy.
It was now 4:00 PM on January 6th.
The Hunter Exam would be held tomorrow, January 7th, with no specific start time.
So, most of the examinees, like him, planned to stay in the warehouse until tomorrow.
In the crowd, some people saw Tonpa being knocked out cleanly and were mostly surprised, including the Amori brothers.
They had originally thought that Tonpa dealing with this newcomer would be a piece of cake.
They hadn’t expected the reversal to come so quickly.
They had misjudged; this was a tough nut to crack, a person who needed to be paid close attention to…
Meanwhile, in the corner of the warehouse, a person dressed strangely, like a clown from a circus, was doing something different.
While others looked nervous and worried about the upcoming Hunter Exam, Hisoka sat cross-legged on the ground, building a pyramid with playing cards.
Hisoka had long, Red Hair, and his angular face was painted with a star and a teardrop.
He wore a short white top, with hearts and diamonds from playing cards drawn on both the front and back of his clothes.
His waist was wrapped in cloth strips, making it appear extremely slender.
After a long while, he unhurriedly placed a card on top, perfectly completing a pyramid that was very stable.
He still had a few cards left in his hand.
Hisoka’s hands were nimble, flipping the playing cards up and down.
Finally, he pulled out two cards, held them between his index and middle fingers in front of his face, revealing only a pair of bewitching eyes, as if smiling.
The two cards were the Joker and the Big Joker from the deck.
In Hisoka’s view, there was only this pair of Jokers in the entire warehouse.
The Big Joker referred to him, and the small Joker was naturally Lynn.
He came out to play around and actually bumped into a Nen User; should he say his luck was good?
From the moment Lynn stepped into the warehouse, Hisoka had regarded him as spare entertainment, someone to play with if needed.
Hisoka had a sharp eye; just from the [Ten] on Lynn’s body, he could tell roughly what level his strength was at.
As a “fruit farmer,” looking at “fruits” was a basic skill.
In his view, having this level of strength at Lynn’s age could only be described as okay…
He didn’t just look at strength when choosing opponents; he also looked at potential.
The more of a Genius they were, the more excited he got.
After a comprehensive assessment, he considered Lynn to be an [Ordinary-Looking Fruit] that could be picked to relieve boredom when he was thirsty.
But he didn’t know that Lynn had only been in contact with [Nen] for less than half a year.
If he knew this, he would probably have a different reaction.
Time passed bit by bit.
Lynn’s Clone pretended to close his eyes and rest, while the main body on the other side was enjoying dinner with Capone.
Yorknew Villa.
Dining room.
“Kekekeke~” Gastly floated in the air, sometimes passing through the long table to dive underneath, and sometimes phasing through the wall to disappear.
As a ghost, it could ignore solid objects.
Lynn casually speared a piece of juicy meat, chewed it, and swallowed.
He glanced at Gastly, which was floating around in the air in an unusually excited state, and then stopped paying attention to it.
It seemed to be a “side effect” of absorbing Death Nen.
When Gastly ate too much Death Nen at once, it would fall into a state as if it were “high,” full of energy and never tired.
Of course, this was only a short-term state; it would soon return to normal and there were no negative effects.
However…
the matter of acquiring antiques needed to be arranged soon.
A month had passed, and the Death Nen in the three antiques had been almost completely absorbed, with only the ancient sword left, which would last Gastly for another two days.
Comparatively, Gastly’s growth rate was also very astonishing, directly advancing from Rank C- to Rank C+, and according to it, it was about to undergo its first evolution.
Lynn guessed that after evolving into Haunter, it would be at Rank B- strength.
But Gastly’s food supply of Death Nen was about to run out.
As a large gangster city, Yorknew was known as a “paradise for the rich.” With money, you could get anything, which was how the TX-3 was obtained.
Antiques were even more so; they were sold everywhere.
Unfortunately, what he needed weren’t ordinary antiques, but antiques with Death Nen attached, which were relatively rare.
It would be best to have a Nen User who knew [Gyo] go to the scene to select them…
His current financial resources were not enough to buy them casually, otherwise, he could just buy them home first regardless of whether they had Death Nen or not.