HxH: The legendary prop master who beats the enemy Hakka

"Buzz~" The tail end of Kusanagi's sword trembled

The straight blade sank into the ring like cutting tofu.

President's Office.

Even through the screen, Nitro could feel the sharpness of the Kusanagi sword. That was the sword that once broke through his defense!

"Oh, oh, oh, Sean, does this guy seem to take that young man seriously?"

Nitro glanced at Maha and said with a smile: "You actually lent him a knife. Old man, you may not be treated like this even after your death."

Thank you for your "good words". Old man, I will definitely take you with me when I die.

Maha rolled his eyelids angrily: "Old man, if I read it correctly, that boy should be a survivor of the Kuluta tribe."

"After the eyes turn red, they will change from the other five major systems to the trait system."

"Isn't it normal for my grandson to look up to such a talented person?"

There's no need for you, a dead old man, to talk about introducing the Kuluta clan to me. Nitro saw through Maha's little trick of avoiding important matters and changing the subject. He looked at Kurapika in the picture with a faint look, and said: "Then It seems that the young man has never killed anyone~"

In other words, "This guy Sean is forcing him to kill someone!"

people? Ma Ha was lying on the sofa, lifted up his shirt, slapped his belly, and made a soft "pa~pa~" sound. Then he laughed and said: "Bullshit murder. It's just killing a beast."

"Young man, you are here to charge my grandson with charges. Don't think that I don't know, old man. There are many "people" who have died in your hands."

"Hahahahaha, being worshiped by a killer, I feel a little complicated." Nitro rolled his eyes at Maha and simply closed his mouth. If he said a few more words to the old man, he would be angry to death.

"Papa papa~" Maha slapped his belly, not bothering to waste words. The two of them turned away at the same time and looked at the TV.

On the ring, Kurapika lowered his head, staring blankly at the Kusanagi sword inserted upside down at his feet. The fists in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and the sharp nails dug into the palms of his hands, causing bursts of stinging pain.

Kill or be killed? Do any fools know how to choose?

But he, Kurapika, was asked to attack an insignificant person. The boy struggled and froze in place.

"Kurapika." Gon stared at Sean with his big innocent eyes, and then at Kurapika, his eyes full of worry.

With his small brain capacity, he couldn't imagine why things turned out like this. But in Leorio's opinion, Sean was doing the right thing!

This is the hunter test. It is so cruel that either you die or I die. It is impossible to leave the entire team aside just because of a moment of softness. What's more, the other party is a serious criminal, and each sentence is more than 120 years. Even if this guy dies eighteen times, he won't regret it. What's there to be hesitant about? !

"Think about your people." At this time, Sean took a sip of wine and said coldly: "When the Phantom Troupe killed them, they were never soft."

Smart people are often constrained by "thinking they are smart"

Kurapika was visibly trembling. The blond boy's bangs were swaying, and the images rooted in the depths of his mind were reawakened. His back molars clenched together in pain, and he made a "crunch~" "Creak~" sound

"Hey~ I'd like to remind you, I lied to him that he is a swindler and has never killed anyone. Do you really have the heart to attack him?" On the cliff opposite, Battute saw that something was wrong. There seemed to be "internal strife" on the opposite side. Damn it, God is going to let them go~

As long as Kurapika doesn't make a move and follows the rules of the game, even if the opponent loses and there is one less person on the opponent, they will naturally lose a game. So, as long as they win another game, they will be free!

Freedom~boy, it depends on you!

"Damn it~ At this time, what kind of trouble is this guy opposite?!" Leorio looked at Batut and others with their arms crossed and gloating. Angrily, he shouted to Kurapika: "Kurapika, you What is this guy waiting for?"

“Are there not many cases where fraudsters deceive people into ruining their fortunes and then hanging themselves?”

"Or do you really want to die?"

The word "death" suddenly awakens the "dream man"!

Kurapika raised his head and met Sean's pale blind eyes. The young man looked down at him with an indifferent expression.

In an instant, Kurapika understood - this case was true to its word, as long as he didn't take action, he would definitely be killed!

But "My people are still waiting for me? I haven't avenged their revenge yet! I absolutely can't die here!"

Reason punched out conscience. Kurapika took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the Kusanagi sword in front of him tremblingly!

"Hey, boy, do you know what you are doing?" Batut's expression changed, and he looked at Kurapika with a sullen face and said, "If you kill Zafu, you will become a murderer!"

"What's the difference between that and the guys from the Phantom Troupe you mentioned?!"

"You seem to be talking a lot?" "Whoosh~" The dew condensation fell from the top of the passage, and was easily caught by No. 2. Then he flicked his finger and hit Batut's shoulder.

Badut felt a chill on his right shoulder and looked down——

A bloody hole came into his eyes. It was transparent from front to back, and there was even a faint light coming out. Only then did he realize that his shoulder had been destroyed by a flying finger!

"Ah~" A shrill scream erupted - the nerves finally reacted and sent the pain signal to Batut's brain.

Batut painfully tried to cover the blood hole with his hands. But the blood flowed out desperately, and the more the cover was covered, the more blood flowed out.

"Batute!" Serra, Lelute, and Johnny were dumbfounded. A second ago, they were opening champagne at halftime, gloating that they seemed to have seen the dawn of freedom. On the back foot, the young man pressed their heads. Taught them a lesson!

"It's really scary!" In the vice-president's office, Pariston shook the goblet in his hand and took a sip of red wine. His eyesight was not that of Sezha, Lelot, and Johnny who could even "read". I don’t understand, and can’t compare to the trash who don’t even have the sperm pores opened.

He could see clearly that the bullet that pierced Batut's right shoulder was not a water bomb at all, but a "thinking" bullet!

"It is so powerful to attach thoughts to water droplets. I have to say that it is amazing to break the limit of "Qi Qi" in three ways~"

Pariston glanced at the mobile phone placed on his desk with a smile on his face, and did not forget to remind a certain monkey: "Journey to the West, it's time for you to perform."

"Understood." In the control room at the bottom of the trap tower, Xiyou hung up Pariston's phone with a beep, glanced at Sean on the screen, took a deep breath, stood up, and held the wishful stick in his hands. He put his head on his shoulders and said to Lieber without looking back: "Send me there."

"I told you a long time ago that your bunch of losers can't be counted on at all."

"That's what Lord Xiyou said." Libo pushed up the sexy pink glasses on the bridge of his nose. He waved his hand and the second general "Hengha" who followed him attacked, nodded and bowed and opened the secret door for Xiyou.

"Master Xiyou, please."

"Hmm~" The monkey held on to the golden hoop on his head, ducked out of the monitoring room, followed the passage, and headed straight for the cliff.

"Creak~" The stone door of the monitoring room closed heavily.

Lieber finally got a chance to "rest". He lay down on the chair and started chewing a piece of big fortune cake, "Kaba~Kaba~".

"Um~Boss, do you think Master Xiyou will be beaten to death?"

Watching Xiyou leave, "Humph", the second general returned to his original position without the pressure of Xiyou, and obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

"As you said, that Sean Beater is so strong that he can take on President Netero a few times, and he's still not far behind. Isn't it going to be miserable for Lord Journey to the West this time?"

Do you know what you are going to say? Before Libo could speak, the "Ha" on the right rolled his eyes at the "Humph" on the left, stretched out his hand and gave him a slap in the face: "That's the Lord Journey to the West among the Twelve Earthly Branches!"

"Do you know, Master Potter? He is also one of the twelve earthly branches, and he is the closest thing to him that the president personally admits!"

"Master Xiyou can rank with him in the twelve earthly branches, so his strength will definitely not be any worse."

"If you can't fight, you'll definitely be able to run."

の. "Hey~ I said you two, if you want to quarrel, get out of here and make a quarrel~" Lieber glared angrily at the second general. Without the monkey, the pig can also be the king in this trap tower?

Wori~ I blame you for farting, it’s only you who blame me

"Humph." The two generals glared at each other and bowed to Lieber: "Boss, Simimasai."

Lieber snorted coldly, took a swig from a bottle of Coke, and then felt that the anger in his chest had dissipated a lot. Then he widened his fox eyes and stared at the picture of Journey to the West and the Xiao Xiao. Well, beat the enemy, whoever is weak is stronger.

Is it even necessary to think about it? My grandson must win!

In the president's office, Maha felt that patting his belly was not enough, so he glared at the bean-faced man: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you come over here and give me a squeeze on your shoulders, old man?"

Bean-faced man: "."

He looked at Nitro Nitro for help and laughed: "What a coincidence, isn't it? I felt my shoulders were a little heavy just now, Doudou, come here and give me a squeeze."

The bean-faced man said happily: "Here comes the president~"

He turned around and said sorry to Maha, trotted up behind Nitro and squeezed his shoulders diligently.

Hey~ What a good dog. Maha glared at Nitro angrily and said coldly: "Seeing that your subordinates were beaten so badly by my grandson, you, as the president, are in the mood to enjoy it."

"Tsk~ Sure enough, people named Isaac are cold-blooded."

Hiss~ Why do these words sound familiar? The old man said this, is it a shame?

Nitro glanced sideways at Maha and sneered in return: "You saw it too, I didn't stop you. If these guys want to do whatever they want, just let them do it~"

So. “It’s not certain who will lose and who will win.”

"Hey~ Show it off?" Maha replied with a noncommittal sneer: "~"

"You brat, I didn't say it, but your Hunter Association is in decline~"

Nitro: "."

He blew his beard and glared at the bean-faced man: "Keep it in mind, haven't you eaten?"

Bean-faced man: "."

Mad, are you sure you are the president and not the clone of some bad old man?

If I co-author it, I will live as a slave.

The bean-faced man wanted to cry but had no tears. He smiled bitterly and took the unreasonable blow, and turned his eyes to the TV.

In the picture, a series of "da~da~" footsteps came from the depths of the deep passage.

"Hey~ If you want to do something, hurry up. You don't want your time to be wasted."