Chapter 90: Time to Crush the Brats' Confidence Again
"Hey! I say, it's not appropriate for an old man like you to keep staring at a beautiful girl like me, is it?" Bisky placed her hands on her hips, glared at Tsezguerra, and spoke loudly.
Looking at Bisky's demeanor, if Mord didn't know her true background, he might have been fooled by her.
But then again, it was entirely normal. Her girlish heart might not necessarily be an act—Bisky's age was only relative and confined within the norms of this mundane world.
It's like those immortal cultivation heroines with millennia of cultivation—no one goes around calling them grannies; instead, they're addressed as "fairies" or "immortals."
Tsezguerra, flustered by Bisky's antics, could only cough heavily twice to mask his embarrassment.
"Since Mord has said so, Bisky, you pass."
Though it was only for a moment, Mord caught the faint smile Bisky revealed when Tsezguerra lost his composure.
Transmutation-type Nen users do tend to have a greater playful streak than most.
Just like in the original story, Killua and Gon had developed their own signature moves and passed Tsezguerra's examination.
Of course, in Mord's eyes, their so-called signature moves were still very immature.
Merely rudimentary forms.
"Alright, begin. Show me your abilities to the best of your extent, whatever you can do," Tsezguerra said, looking at Killua.
A confident smile spread across Killua's face as he spread his hands open.
Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
The sound of crackling electricity filled the air.
Visible arcs of electricity began dancing across Killua's hands.
"Truly terrifying—to think he can transform aura into electric currents," Tsezguerra marveled inwardly.
Theoretically, it is indeed possible, but achieving this level from zero in just four days is absolutely impossible.
Because this isn't a technique that can be mastered overnight. Even with the intense, almost torturous electric current used for training, it would take years.
Watching Tsezguerra's shocked expression, Killua's face grew increasingly smug.
"To possess such a powerful electric current... just who are you?!" Tsezguerra couldn't help but ask.
"You call this current powerful and terrifying? I've been electrocuted every single day since the day I was born," Killua declared proudly, lifting his head high and glancing toward Mord in the distance.
His expression seemed to say: Well? Impressed by your master Killua's performance, aren't you?
Mord extended a finger, and a bolt of electricity thicker and longer than Killua's shot straight toward him.
"...Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!"
Suddenly struck by the electric shock, Killua cried out loudly. Though he wasn't afraid of electricity, that didn't mean he couldn't feel pain.
"With skills like yours, you've got tens of thousands of years to go before you can show off in front of me," Mord said, flicking Killua's forehead with his finger.
Gon was even more disheartened. The ultimate move he had painstakingly devised after racking his brains had been effortlessly dissected by Mord with just a few words.
"Your so-called ultimate move is actually an advanced application of Nen—a technique that combines Ten, Zetsu, Ren, Hatsu, and Gyo into one: Ko!"
"It concentrates all the aura in your body into a single point for attack, granting it far greater destructive power than a normal strike."
Mord threw a casual punch.
"Damn slow..."
Gon watched Mord throw a punch, thinking to himself how such a fist could possibly have any power.
The next moment.
BOOM!
A tremendous explosion echoed throughout the entire auction hall.
The stone wall in front of Mord was completely shattered, rubble scattering everywhere.
Gon stood before the deep crater he'd created, hanging his head low.
Seeing the two troublemaking kids frustrated, Mord nodded in satisfaction before turning to Tsezguerra. "I'll leave the rest to you. I need to return to Greed Island immediately to collect cards."
With that, he patted his pants and left directly.
He had rushed back for two reasons: first, he had promised Battera and the others he'd serve as examiner, and second, to knock some sense into these two troublemakers.
Now that his objectives were accomplished, there was no reason to stay.
Time was limited—he needed to accelerate his plundering progress and clear the game as soon as possible.
...
Several days later.
Greed Island, somewhere in the forest.
Three men gathered together.
"I said we should avoid meeting like this before completing our final mission, especially within the game," the tall, thin blond man with glasses frowned as he spoke. "So, what's this about?"
The man with long black hair and mysterious tattoos on his forehead spoke up: "There's someone who's been rapidly collecting cards over the past week. They say it's a mysterious man wearing casual clothes, a baseball cap, with a sword at his waist."
"I've heard those fools mention this person. How many has he collected?" the bespectacled man asked.
"Eighty cards—he's already broken into the top three!" answered the other man with red short hair and narrow eyes.
This was truly abnormal, otherwise the two wouldn't have come to consult with the bespectacled man.
These three were none other than the Bomber trio of Greed Island.
Genthru fell into deep thought, remaining silent for a moment before speaking: "Even if he were alone, not even a team of dozens could possibly collect so many cards in such a short time."
This was the established pattern—for capable teams, card collection would indeed be fast in the early stages, but when they reached about sixty-five cards, they'd hit a bottleneck.
The remaining cards were either extremely difficult to obtain or had reached their cardification limits—even if you found the item, you couldn't turn it into a card.
There was only one method that could accomplish all this.
"He's collecting cards through plundering."
"Genthru, maybe we should move our plan forward," suggested the red-haired, narrow-eyed Sub.
They had spent a full five years setting up this scheme.
After all, Genthru was one of the original ten members who founded the clearing alliance.
Bara, the long-haired man, also spoke: "Genthru, we need to accelerate our progress and negotiate with Tsezguerra's group as originally planned. If this guy who came out of nowhere clears the game, all our years of effort will be wasted."
Genthru pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting light that obscured his expression.
"It seems we have no choice."
...
"!"
Mord summoned his collection book, glanced at it, and pulled out a card.
[Use Contact on Abengane.]
"..."
[Everything is proceeding according to your plan. I've successfully infiltrated their ranks and gained their trust.]
The moment he used the Contact card, a strange man's voice echoed in Mord's mind.
The owner of this voice was none other than the exorcist Abengane.
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