The Protagonist's Career Starting From Hunter

It's quite complicated to explain, but in reality, Gon realized that his strength was weaker than Hanzo's, so he confidently wanted to win against the strong with his speed.

As a result, he was naturally taught a lesson.

He was immediately overwhelmed by Hanzo's faster speed.

Afterwards, there was a scene of "I refuse, I refuse, I refuse" playing out.

No matter how much pressure Hanzo put on him physically and mentally, Gon just wouldn't give up.

He even forced Hanzo to use the intimidation that Bailang had used on him before, making a move to disable Gon.

This scene made Kurapika, Leorio, and the others furious, while Bailang found it boring and started yawning.

If it weren't for the upcoming match between Pengsi, he might have left by now.

"Since we have nothing better to do, let's just eat something."

Feeling that this match would take a long time and feeling bored, Bailang took out the "Gourmet Tablecloth".

Sideways glance!

When Bailang conjured up a bunch of delicious food and started eating, the other spectators couldn't help but cast their eyes on him.

"Um... want to eat together?"

Bailang noticed that everyone was looking at him and awkwardly held up a leg bone to indicate.

Killua looked at Bailang with a dead fish eye.

Kurapika and Leorio took a deep breath and quickly shifted their gaze back to the arena, considering that they would be beaten if they insulted him.

"Sure!"

There were naturally those who accepted, like Menqi and the eager-eyed Buhara.

The two immediately occupied one side.

Hmm... the other side had long been occupied by Pengsi.

If Menqi had other intentions in coming over, then Buhara was purely greedy.

After he arrived, Bailang's speed in changing the food obviously increased.

"Your Nen is really convenient. Not only can it conjure food, but the taste is also excellent," Menqi said with a sigh.

Menqi had tasted the food from the "Gourmet Tablecloth" before, but still felt amazed by it.

Although the conjured food was made from ordinary ingredients, for a Gourmet Hunter like Menqi who pursued food, the "Gourmet Tablecloth" clearly had special significance.

"That's right, so as a Gourmet Hunter like you, your value is limited," Pengsi said provocatively.

"Hehe, even you, who hasn't even developed Nen yet, don't seem to have much value," Menqi raised an eyebrow and said disdainfully.

"Cough..." Bailang cleared his throat and clenched his fist a few times.

Menqi and Pengsi pursed their lips, but they both quieted down and didn't argue further.

This scene undoubtedly fully demonstrated Bailang's position in the team... family.

Although Hanzo continued to beat Gon's head to further pressure him, after more than three hours of torture, Hanzo had no choice but to admit defeat.

"It's strange. According to Hanzo's skills, he should have undergone strict training and wouldn't easily show mercy. But from what just happened, it seems like he subjected Gon to cruel torture, but in reality, he clearly showed mercy."

Regarding Hanzo's surrender, Menqi expressed his doubts and voiced his opinion.

"Who knows, maybe it was just a whim, or maybe it's the protagonist's halo!" Bailang casually remarked after finishing his meal and putting away the "Foodie Tablecloth."

"The protagonist's halo?" A question mark seemed to appear above Mengqi's head.

Pengsi, sitting on the other side, looked puzzled.

She clearly remembered Bailang's theory about the protagonist during the test in the Trap Tower.

"Pengsi, your opponent is Hanzo. Although he is not a Nen user, his basic skills are excellent. If you can't defeat him, don't force yourself. After all, there are still people at the bottom." Bailang turned to Pengsi and gave her some advice.

Leorio, the last-place contestant who refused to reveal his name, was initially happy for Gon's victory. However, upon hearing Bailang's words, he suddenly stiffened.

"Well, I understand." Pengsi expressed her understanding of Bailang's advice.

Gon, who had fallen unconscious, was taken away for treatment, and the fourth round was about to begin.

The fourth round returned to Group B.

The match was between Hisoka and Killua.

"Come on, Xiaobai!" Compared to Gon, Bailang clearly showed more enthusiasm when Killua took the stage, even encouraging him.

There was no choice. One was just an acquaintance, while the other was like a little brother. It was normal to treat them differently.

Entering the arena, Killua focused on Hisoka, blocking out all distractions.

"Compared to when I first became a Nen user, Hisoka should have become one much earlier, and his strength is definitely formidable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caught Brother Lang's attention. I have to be extra careful in this battle." Killua locked his sharp gaze onto Hisoka.

"Illumi's little brother... he has become even more delicious without Illumi's influence..." When Hisoka looked at Killua, his eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

Although it was too early to harvest someone who had just become a Nen user, it was still possible to make a further assessment.

"Both sides, get ready. The match begins!"

The referee entered the stage and, after a brief observation, quickly waved his hand to announce the start.

"Shadow Step!" As soon as the voice fell, Killua's eyes immediately focused. With skilled footwork, he instantly turned into an afterimage and moved at high speed.

The habits of an assassin made Killua wary of Hisoka, but he still chose to take the initiative to attack.

Moving at an incredibly fast speed, Killua circled around and appeared behind Hisoka, immediately launching a sharp claw attack towards his neck.

"Fast, but not enough!" Although Hisoka seemed to be standing still, he was able to observe Killua's attack as if it were in slow motion. He sidestepped and agilely dodged Killua's attack.

At the same time, a playing card appeared in his hand, and using his "Bungee Gum" Nen ability, he immediately counterattacked, slashing towards Killua.

Danger!

Killua's pupils contracted.

Killua changed his footwork, leaving behind an afterimage to dodge the incoming card.

The afterimage was cut by the playing card and dissipated in the wind.

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