Chapter 99: The Most Dazzling Gem in Bisky's Eyes
In an instant.
Mord had eliminated three opponents.
The speed of the ball was so fast that the other side had no time to react. Razor didn't even have a chance to demonstrate his Nen puppets' fusion ability.
Mord had struck with the element of surprise.
Now, only Razor remained on the opposing side.
Mord toyed with the dodgeball in his hand and turned to the No. 0 referee, asking, "Referee, I have a question. If the ball hits the last person remaining in the inner court and they call 'back,' can they still be revived?"
"No!" the No. 0 referee declared firmly. "As long as the last person is hit and there is even a moment when the number of people in the inner court is zero, it counts as a loss..."
Before the referee could finish speaking, his body began to slowly dissipate.
Razor looked at Mord and laughed, "So this was your plan all along. That last shot was impressive."
Not only the No. 0 referee, but the seven other Nen puppets outside the court also dissipated, their energy ultimately returning to Razor.
"Mord, he's recalling all the dispersed aura. This means he's going all out in the next attack," Bisky remarked.
Even without Bisky's warning, anyone with eyes could sense the terrifying aura radiating from Razor.
"It's rare to encounter such an interesting opponent. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
Razor grinned, casually tossing the dodgeball into the air.
"Here I come."
As the ball soared upward, Razor sprinted forward and leaped high into the air.
The man and the ball reached their peak at the exact same moment.
Witnessing this from outside the court, Tsezguerra's face showed shock.
"That's a spike from volleyball!"
High in the air, Razor looked at Mord in the distance, a slight smirk on his lips as he swung his right hand forcefully.
"Let's see how you handle this."
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed as the dodgeball shot toward Mord like a cannonball.
The ball transformed into a golden streak mid-air.
The sheer wind pressure and the piercing screech as it tore through the air were enough to instill fear.
By activating his cells with lightning energy, Mord could have dodged the ball if he wanted to.
But he had no intention of doing so.
"Let me see how far I still am from being a first-class Nen user."
Mord drew his Zanpakutō, a smile spreading across his face.
It was the exhilaration of facing a powerful opponent.
"Nake, Benihime!"
As the words left his lips, the tip of the Zanpakutō released a massive amount of blood-red Nen, visible to the naked eye.
The Nen formed a diamond-shaped crimson shield in front of Mord.
"Chikasumi no Tate!"
This was the second ability of Benihime that Mord activated after absorbing various life energies during his time in Greed Island.
The moment the crimson shield appeared, the golden streak carrying a terrifying aura arrived right before him.
The golden cannonball and the blood-red shield collided violently.
Boom!
A low impact sound resonated.
Visible spatial ripples spread outwards in all directions centered around the Blood Mist Shield, the terrifying shockwave even sending all the sports equipment in the venue flying through the air...
Within a three-meter radius around where Mord stood, the entire stone ground was completely pulverized and sank half a meter deep, while several terrifying fissures cracked open in the areas further away.
Razor hadn't held back—this wasn't a gentle sparring match, but a full-force attack aimed at killing Mord.
"So terrifying." Killua, who had dodged to the side of the court, felt his throat go dry as he witnessed this scene.
Off the court, Tsezguerra and the others stared wide-eyed, imagining what would happen if that strike had landed on them.
The mere thought sent chills down their spines.
Crack!
The sound of shattering glass.
The Blood Mist Shield before Mord finally couldn't withstand the impact and shattered into countless blood-red fragments, scattering in the air.
However, the momentum of Razor's earth-shattering ball had been largely exhausted.
The tiger mouths of both Mord's sword-gripping hands split open, crimson blood continuously flowing from the wounds.
With these blood-soaked hands, he caught the powerless falling dodgeball.
Bisky, being closest to Mord, could sense that the blood-colored shield wasn't merely for defense—it had been continuously dispersing the terrifying impact force from the opponent.
Otherwise, given Mord's current level of aura, he shouldn't have been able to match his opponent.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"He caught it!"
The spectators outside the court roared loudly upon seeing this.
The attack they had deemed undefendable had finally been withstood.
The defense was successful.
But how would he counterattack now?
Bisky turned to look at Mord. This man had already given her too many surprises, and she was eager to know how many more cards he still had up his sleeve.
Mord smiled faintly with blood-stained lips, combed his hair with his left hand, and looked up at Razor.
"Next ball, let's decide the outcome."
Electricity began to gather in Mord's right hand. The originally golden lightning, tainted with blood, turned crimson.
Killua, watching from nearby as Mord used the same ability as him, became exceptionally focused. He knew his own ability development was still immature.
Precisely because of this, he needed to watch the next strike carefully, not missing even the slightest detail.
"Lightning Battle Ball!"
At the moment the electric light shone brightest, Mord threw the ball in his hand.
The dodgeball transformed into a crimson lightning bolt mid-air, flashing past in an instant.
"So fast!"
This time, even though Razor was fully prepared, he was still stunned by the ball's speed—it was practically in front of him in an instant.
Only then did the roar of thunder follow.
The dodgeball was aimed precisely at Razor's left foot.
Forced into a corner, Razor had to defend in an extremely awkward posture.
The moment his hands made contact with the ball, aside from a terrifying impact, a surge of dreadful lightning coursed through his entire body.
It left him numb and tingling all over.
In that split second of paralysis, the dodgeball slipped from his grasp and shot toward the ceiling.
Boom!
With a loud crash, the sturdy ceiling was pierced straight through by the ball.
"KO!"
Mord flashed a victory sign. At this point, winning through such a clever tactic was his only option.
After all, he wasn't the "crown prince"—there was no way Razor would go easy on him.
"You win," Razor said, looking at Mord.
"Woo-hoooooo!"
"We won!"
Tsezguerra and his crew cheered loudly from outside the court.
Bisky glanced at Mord beside her, her gaze lingering on his hands, her expression complex.
That final strike had worsened the injury to Mord's right hand.
Yet, the man had worn a smile the entire time, not even letting out a single cry of pain.
Compared to Gon and Killua—those two uncut gems—the man before her was undoubtedly the most dazzling jewel in the world.
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