Chapter 97: Divine Script
This enormous lighthouse essentially served as the watchtower for the entire Greed Island.
From here, Razor and his team could effectively monitor for any stowaway ships—unwelcome guests attempting to illegally land in the "game." Of course, Ita was also responsible for this task, with the two methods complementing each other.
Mord and the others followed the pirates into the lighthouse base.
Inside was a vast, brightly lit gymnasium, fully equipped with facilities.
"It's rare for me to have visitors. What an unexpected pleasure," said a man dressed like an athlete, not pausing as he lifted dumbbells. He glanced up at Mord and the others with a smile.
However, since his eyes remained narrowed throughout, it was impossible to tell whom he was looking at.
This athletic, squint-eyed man was none other than Razor, one of the creators of the game Greed Island.
He was also currently a combat-oriented member responsible for maintaining Greed Island's operations.
Razor casually set down his dumbbells and said, "Let's cut to the chase and start the competition."
"Each side will send fifteen representatives to fight. One win per person, and the first side to reach eight wins is the victor."
"The type of competition will be decided by us."
"If you win, we'll leave this island. How about that?"
Mord raised a hand and replied, "The guest follows the host's arrangements."
Razor smiled and said, "In that case, the competition will be sports!"
"We'll compete with you using the sports each of our team members excels in."
Razor clapped his hands.
A lean, muscular young pirate stepped out from behind him, wearing sports shorts, bare-chested, and with boxing gloves on his hands. It wasn't hard to guess what sport he would be competing in.
"I'll be your first opponent. My event is boxing!"
With that, he leaped directly onto a nearby boxing ring, looked at Mord and the others, and shouted, "Who's going to fight me?"
Razor narrowed his eyes at the group and added, "Let me clarify some rules in advance: each person can only compete once, and no one can win multiple matches."
"You can use Nen abilities, and even tools created by Nen are permitted."
As soon as these words were spoken, several of Tsezguerra's subordinates exclaimed in shock: "What did you say? Even manifested tools are allowed? Even guns?"
"Then this wouldn't be boxing anymore!"
On the arena, the lean young pirate laughed: "Don't worry, I'll only use my fists to fight."
"The rule that the boss mentioned about using Nen to create weapons was specifically set for you all."
Tsezguerra fell into deep thought as he observed the situation before him.
Out of 15 matches, the first side to achieve 8 victories would win.
Without understanding the enemy's true strength, it was naturally unwise to casually deploy their strongest fighter. Yet they couldn't send someone too weak either, especially since the first match was crucial for morale.
"Mr. Tsezguerra, let me take this match."
Tsezguerra turned to look at the speaker. The one volunteering was none other than Gon.
Given his previous victory over Bopobo, Gon's strength was unquestionable.
And since he wasn't their ace anyway, Tsezguerra glanced at Mord before finally nodding.
It had to be said, this choice was quite appropriate...
"Gon, I'll entrust this first match to you then," Tsezguerra declared.
On the other side, the tall, thin pirate recognized Gon as he stepped forward and approached Razor to recount what had happened earlier in the tavern.
"So you're Gon," Razor said.
Gon nodded without any fear, facing Razor directly: "Are you seeking revenge for your partner?"
"Partner?"
Razor paused momentarily before responding. "You mean Bopobo? He was outmatched, and his outcome was his own doing."
"I received instructions from your father—if you ever showed up, I shouldn't hold back."
"Goreinu, you know what to do," Razor glanced at the young pirate on the boxing ring.
"Understood, boss!"
...
Tsezguerra had miscalculated. He originally thought Gon's strength would guarantee an easy victory, but instead found themselves in a tough battle.
Bisky observed for a moment before commenting: "If Gon had completed all my training, his opponent wouldn't stand a chance, even with that troublesome teleportation ability."
In the ring match.
Goreinu suddenly materialized before Gon again, landing a powerful punch to his stomach that sent him flying across the ring, nearly knocking him out of the arena entirely.
"I know you're an Enhancer Nen user with powerful fists," Goreinu said. "But unlike that fool Bopobo, I'm not stupid enough to confront you directly with Ko."
Meanwhile, Mord's attention was focused on the special mystical symbols drawn across the arena.
Noticing Mord's gaze, Bisky frowned slightly and explained: "These mystical symbols on the arena are divine characters used to assist Nen."
"It's an ancient Nen application method. Very few Nen users today understand the character for 'god'."
Every position where Goreinu teleported happened to be directly above these characters, meaning his so-called teleportation ability was limited to this small boxing ring.
This ability was somewhat similar to that of the Greed Island twins.
Among them, Elena, the manager of Greed Island's only entrance and exit, could send players to over fifty ports worldwide. Based on this, one might infer that similar divine script was inscribed at these ports, though on a much larger scale than the one in this arena.
"Gon, use your speed to get close and fight him in close combat!" Bisky shouted from below the stage.
In such a small arena, teleportation wasn't overwhelmingly advantageous—the opponent still had to materialize to attack. By closing the distance, Gon could force the opponent to repeatedly use their ability, inevitably exposing a weakness. With Gon's striking power, just one opening would be enough to end the match. Bisky's expertise allowed her to pinpoint the crux of the situation at a glance, and Gon didn't disappoint, securing the victory smoothly.
In fact, anyone else would have collapsed long ago after taking so many punches from Goreinu. It was only due to Gon's exceptional resilience that he managed to hold out until now.
"He truly is Ging's son," Razor thought to himself, glancing at Gon from a distance.
Two more matches followed. Tsezguerra directly deployed his right-hand men: Barry, Rodriot, and Kess. Having served Tsezguerra for many years, these veteran hunters were formidable in their own right—the strongest among the group he had brought. They easily won their matches as well.
Thus, Mord's side had already secured four victories upfront.
Razor's gaze shifted from Killua, Tsezguerra, and Bisky, finally settling on Mord. The combat prowess of these four was simply incomparable to the others. There was no other way...
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