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After Illumi, disguised as Gittarackur, entered the room, he immediately sensed the tense atmosphere. He said calmly, "Did something happen?"
"No, nothing at all," Hisoka said, retracting his killing intent.
Emiya clicked his tongue. He thought one of his companions would enter the room, but he didn't expect the last two people to be a killer and a psychopath. The start was not going well.
"Since everyone is here, let's go," Emiya said, putting on a timer. The others nodded and also put on a timer on their wrists.
At the same time, a line of text appeared on the wall's screen: The Road of Decisions. From here to the end, the five of you must proceed based on the principle of majority rule.
Emiya smiled. "Majority rule. It looks like we have the absolute advantage." There were three of them, and Hisoka and Illumi only had two.
But the two of them didn't care. Hisoka said calmly, "Anyway, everyone's goal is the stairs. Majority rule is no problem at all."
"Alright, let's go." After Emiya and his companions left the room, they encountered their first problem. Should they go left or right? 'O' stood for right, and 'X' stood for left.
Emiya didn't care. No matter which way they went, they would end up at the stairs; the only difference was the difficulty. None of the five people present were simple. Illumi and Hisoka were Nen users. Emiya and Robin were Devil Fruit users. The remaining one, Shigure Kōzaka, was also a master martial artist. No matter how difficult the exam was, it wouldn't be a problem for them.
So Emiya chose right.
To his surprise, only one person voted for right. Everyone else chose left.
Hisoka smiled. "It seems everyone prefers left."
Emiya was speechless. Since he chose randomly anyway, it didn't matter which way he went, so he followed the others down the left path. On the way, Emiya asked curiously, "By the way, Shigure, how was the fight between Elder and Netero last night? Who won?"
Hisoka and Illumi exchanged glances and perked up their ears. As Nen users, there were very few people who didn't know the name Netero. He represented an unreachable peak for Nen users. Both Hisoka and Illumi knew Netero's strength. The Zoldyck family, where Illumi came from, wouldn't even accept a job from Netero. Now, hearing that someone had fought with Netero, they couldn't help but pay attention.
"Elder won. In one move," Shigure Kōzaka said matter-of-factly.
"He only won in one move?" Emiya was a little surprised. Netero was a Nen user, but because he was a Nen user, he had to spend a lot of time training his Nen ability. So in terms of pure martial arts, he should be inferior to the Invincible Superman. So the Invincible Superman only won in one move? "It seems Netero's martial arts are at a high level."
Shigure Kōzaka nodded, recalling the battle from last night. "Netero was distracted."
Emiya said, "You mean Netero was distracted during the battle, and that's how Hayato Fūrinji won in one move?"
Shigure Kōzaka grunted.
"In that case, if he hadn't been distracted, Hayato Fūrinji might not have been able to win in one move, right?"
"Yes."
Emiya couldn't help but sigh. "To be able to practice Nen and martial arts to this level at the same time, Netero is truly a brilliant and amazing person. It would be a shame for him to die."
Hisoka was taken aback. "Netero will die?"
"Everyone dies," Emiya said. "Netero is no exception."
"But from the way you're talking, it sounds like he's going to be killed," Hisoka said. He wasn't an idiot and could tell what Emiya meant. But he couldn't think of anyone in this world who could kill Netero, the strongest Nen user. The Phantom Troupe? Although they were all first-rate Nen users, they couldn't do it.
"What does this have to do with you?" Emiya asked.
Hisoka's eyes flashed a few times, then he suddenly laughed. "You're right. It has nothing to do with us."
They continued for a few hundred meters, took a turn, and suddenly found that the road ahead was gone. They had entered a huge space. Besides a square stage in the center, the rest of the space was empty. Below was a bottomless abyss. On the other side of the space was an exit.
At the exit stood five prisoners in white robes, white hoods, and chains. All of them were ruthless criminals from all over the world, each sentenced to more than a hundred years of hard labor, which was basically a life sentence. After all, they wouldn't live for a hundred years.
When they saw Emiya and his companions, one of the five was unchained, his hood was removed, and he shouted at them, "We are the hired judges for the Hunter Committee. You must fight us one-on-one."
"Each person can only fight once, and you decide the order. The competition is a best-of-five. As long as you win three matches, you can pass."
"The rules of the fight are simple. There are no restrictions, no draws. The fight only ends when one person dies or gives up."
"Now, you can vote to accept this challenge. Choose 'O' to accept and 'X' to not."
Emiya and his companions, of course, chose 'O.' "Now, send your first contestant."
"I'll go," Hisoka said, taking the lead. He walked down the path that appeared under his feet and headed toward the stage, his immense killing intent locking onto his enemy. He was in a bad mood. To be honest, he wasn't interested in this childish game of majority rule. If his teammates weren't Emiya and the others, he wouldn't have played this game at all. In his mind, he would have just beaten his teammates to a pulp and then gone through the exam by himself. After all, a place like the Trap Tower couldn't stop him.
But he was unlucky. His teammate this time was Emiya. Hisoka was very wary of this guy. After all, he had been beaten by Emiya the day before. He couldn't be a pain in the neck now, or he might fail the Hunter Exam this year. So, along the way, Hisoka had been feeling very frustrated and decided to vent his anger on the so-called judges.
"Let's begin," the judge said with a vicious look. "My favorite thing to do is to break your bones and watch you scream and beg for mercy. It's a real treat."
Hisoka's killing intent was almost completely undisguised now. He licked his lips and said, "How interesting. My favorite thing to do is to kill people."
The judge was stunned, then laughed. "Then let's have a good fight."
"No need," Hisoka said, shaking his head.
"Are you scared?" the judge scoffed.
Hisoka laughed contemptuously. "You fool!"
The judge was furious and was about to rush at Hisoka and torture him, but he suddenly found that his vision was tilted, and he involuntarily looked at the ground. At that moment, he saw his two legs standing on the stage, but the upper half of his body was gone. He had been cut in half by Hisoka, but he hadn't noticed. Just now, when he was about to rush forward, his upper body instinctively leaned forward and fell off.
For a moment, the judge's face was filled with terror. "How... how is that possible..." Before he could finish his sentence, he died from blood loss.
Emiya clicked his tongue. "Did you really have to be so bloody?"
Hisoka didn't say anything and went to the side to sit down.
Emiya didn't mind. The death of the first judge obviously scared the remaining prisoners. But thinking about how Hisoka had already fought, they mustered their courage and sent out the second judge.
Emiya looked at Illumi. "How about you go second?"
Illumi didn't object. He nodded and walked toward the stage. In less than ten seconds, the battle was over, and Illumi returned, leaving only a corpse on the stage.
With two consecutive instant kills, the prisoners were truly terrified. They looked at Emiya and his companions with horror, hesitating and not daring to move forward. After a while, the third prisoner came out. It was a beautiful and charming woman.
The woman didn't dare to look at Emiya, afraid he was a murderer. Her gaze shifted between Robin and Shigure Kōzaka. After thinking for a moment, she locked onto Robin and challenged her. "The smelly men have already fought. Now, how about a battle between women?"
Robin, of course, didn't refuse. She walked calmly onto the stage. She had been wandering the seas since she was a child and had seen the Yomi of the world. She wasn't against killing at all.
The woman said, "A battle between us women shouldn't be as barbaric as those smelly men. So, I think we can decide the winner in a different way."
Robin asked with interest, "What method do you have in mind?"
The woman looked at Robin's beautiful black hair and said, "For a woman, hair is her life. I propose that whoever can shave the other person's head bald wins the match. What do you say?"
Robin nodded. "I agree."
"Then, let the match begin." After saying that, the woman rushed at Robin, a pair of scissors in her hand, ready to cut Robin's beautiful hair.
Robin said calmly, "Seis Fleur: Anchor!" Then six arms sprouted from her body, allowing her to fight with a numerical advantage. A slight smile appeared on her face.
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