Playing deaf and dumb in the hunter world

Teeth, biting his lips, the smell of blood spread in his mouth...

In this way, Xiaojie was knocked down, dizzy, awakened and forced again and again in front of me...and then knocked down again...

At the beginning, I just vomited acid water, and then gradually began to vomit blood... mouthful after mouthful...from beginning to end...without fighting back...

Kurapika paled with extreme anxiety.

Leorie growled subduedly: "It's been... three hours!!"

Bao Deluo said calmly: "That kid doesn't vomit blood anymore..."

Hanzo shouted to the unconscious Xiaojie with a calm expression, "Get up!"

Is it three hours?In the comics, it’s just a few frames and a narration...

But here, it's real life!

Three hours... My heart was twitching, and the blood in my whole body seemed to be drained, it was so cold...

Someone's arm quietly supported my crumbling body.

Leorio roared and exploded: "Hey!! Be careful! I'm going to kill you! Let me fight you instead of him!"

Hanzo stared at him coldly: "Go away if you can't stand it anymore, I will beat you harder."

The two examiners stopped the impulsive Leorie: "This is a one-on-one duel. Others are not allowed to interfere in the competition. If you make a move, the person who will be disqualified will be Xiaojie."

I actually... can't do anything... Can I just watch Xiaojie being abused like this without blinking?

The nails cut through the palms of the hands... It didn't hurt at all, it didn't hurt at all.So Xiaojie shouldn't be in pain...it won't be in pain...

I never grew up hitting anyone, nor was I hit by anyone.The worst memory of pain is that I had appendicitis when I was a child, and it was still in the early chronic stage...

What it's like to be beaten, I really have no idea...

A punch to the stomach like that...a swift kick like that...a resounding palm slap like that...even though I know that Hanzo-san is more or less offended, but...

Xiaojie...my young brother...only 12 years old...and a naive kid!

After being beaten so unilaterally for three hours... still stand up with such difficulty, and smiled at us: "Leori, I'm fine... I'm not afraid of such trivial tricks at all... I can still hold on... ..."

My heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle...

Another palm slap.

Xiaojie was knocked to the ground again.

Hanzo twisted Xiaojie's left hand and threatened: "I will break your hand."

My heart skipped a beat, because of the anxiety in that voice.

"I'm serious! Throw in the towel!" Mr. Hanzo was really getting angry.

"No, don't!!" Xiaojie squeezed out the words between his teeth.

There was a crisp bone cracking sound.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The lingering sound of screams echoed in the empty arena, like a rusty sawtooth cutting back and forth in my internal organs.

Hanzo's voice seemed to be coming from some illusory distance, vague and stiff: "In this way, your left hand will not be able to be used..."

You can't use your left hand, you can't use your left hand, you can't use your left hand, you can't use your left hand...

In an instant, cold anger poured into my whole body!

Leorie's eyes were tearing apart: "Kurapika, don't stop me... If that bastard plays some cruel tricks again, even if I am sorry to Xiaojie, I will go up and beat him up!"

Kurapika held the fingers of my arm with astonishing strength: "I... can I stop it?... Don't worry, he won't do anything wrong again." His voice was hoarse, and his pupils burning like flames died. Staring at the two people in the middle of the field.

"I am a descendant of the secret organization [Forbearance]. In order to learn Ninja, I have been forced to undergo all kinds of strict training beyond imagination since birth. For 18 years, I have been training myself and practicing outstanding martial arts. In your case At this age, you are already killing people." Hanzo stood on his head with one hand in front of Xiaojie, "Besides, in fighting, you are absolutely impossible to beat me now!"

Hanzo supported his body with only his index finger: "I won't say any more, just admit defeat honestly."

Xiaojie kicked Hanzo away, and fell down because he couldn't stand up.

Touching the broken left arm, Xiaojie complained loudly with tears in his eyes: "It hurts~~Damn it! Thanks to the pain and your talking, I woke up."

Leorie cheered loudly: "Okay! Xiaojie! Come on! Quick! Kill him to death!!"

Kurapika reminded helplessly: "Leori, if you kill your opponent, you will be disqualified..."

Hanzo lay on the ground quietly, listening without moving.

"You are 18 years old, and you and I are only 6 years younger. And this competition is not about who is stronger and who is weaker, but who says [I admit defeat] first."

Xiaojie, do you still want to win now?

At this time, Hanzo stood up neatly, with nosebleeds and tears, and said solemnly: "I was kicked by you on purpose..."

"Liar!" Leo trembled with strength.

"You still don't understand the situation...I'm not persuading you, but ordering you." Hanzo wiped away the blood from his nose, "Don't you understand my order? Then let me explain more clearly."

Hanzo drew out his Hidden Knife: "I will cut off your feet so that you can no longer stand up."

"Perhaps you can understand after looking at the wounds that cannot heal." Wielding a sharp steel knife, Hanzo still tried to make the last advice: "But, before I do it, quickly say [I admit defeat]!"

Xiaojie's clear eyes always carry that signature stubbornness.

"You bother me a lot!" Xiaojie's righteousness, Xiaojie's decisiveness: "I don't want to be cut off, but I don't want to surrender either!"

"So, let's fight in another way!" And Xiaojie's willful behavior...

"What... What the hell are you holding in your head!" Hanzo roared angrily.

"Heh..." Hisoka laughed.

"Pfft... sorry..." Baodluo covered his mouth and smiled.

Why laugh?

This is Xiaojie betting Hanzo's kindness with his life!

"What a joke! Don't decide on your own! I'm really going to cut off your feet this time!" Mr. Hanzo threatened again, but I knew he didn't really want to do that.

A ninja will never just talk and do nothing; the same threat will never be repeated twice.

He really wanted to let Xiaojie go, but Xiaojie's stubbornness forced him to kill him...

One is a willful brat who is scarred and still has clear and firm eyes...

One is a bald ninja with a knife mouth and a tofu heart secretly pouring water...

Why do you have to fight to this point?Is it necessary to never retreat like this?

Xiaojie, what are you insisting on?

Hanzo, if you really appreciate it, why don't you regress earlier?

There is still a competition to come, and it's not like there is no chance... Is it really that important to win or lose a game?

anger.

The sharp edge of the steel knife pierced Xiaojie's forehead.

The whole place was silent.

"You still don't understand..." Hanzo's patience was approaching the limit, and an 18-year-old young ninja who was constantly wandering in danger would not have much patience.

"If you die, you have nothing."

No one knows the meaning of this sentence better than I do.

"Even if I kill you here, I'll do it all over again next year. There is no loss for me."

Indeed, Xiaojie's bargaining chip is actually useless.

"At this moment, you and I are far behind in strength!"

Moreover, this gap cannot be made up here at all.Therefore, strength actually represents victory or defeat!

Kurapika took half a step forward, but this time it was Leori who reached out to stop him.

Blood meandered down from his forehead, Xiaojie still had that determined expression.

"Why... just for three words...? Just come back to challenge next year..." Hanzo's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Is being brave really more important than life! Can you really be willing to die for three words!?" Hanzo roared angrily.

My heart is also roaring: Is being brave really more important than life!Are you really willing to die for three words? !

Xiaojie still had that determined expression, his black crystal-clear eyes stared straight at Hanzo without blinking.

"I'm going to see my dad."

The boy's voice is slightly childish.

"My father is a hunter. Although he is far away now, I believe we will meet again one day."

What kind of obsession is this... Jin, did you hear that?

"If I give up here, I feel like I'm never going to see him in my life. So I'm not going to back down."

This is your son, Kim.This is what Mitte loves deeply, and this is the child I want to protect.This is Jay Freeze! ——For this prophetic intuition, he is even willing to give his life.

I'll never understand Young-jae's persistence.

I am deeply frustrated that I will never be able to give my life for anything.

I've never seen it so clearly - I'm not really a Freeman.

I don't have anything worth dying for - because life is above all else for me.

No matter what I do, it can't change my selfishness, self-preservation, and self-priority.

I am like this... always out of tune with this world...

I'm like this... I can't understand Xiaojie, I can't stop my brother, I have no right to protect anyone at all!

"I admit defeat. This time I lost." Hanzo turned around with his sword neatly.

Look, Xiaojie doesn't need my protection at all, even if he gambles with his life, he can win...

"This can't work, it's too treacherous! Let's think of a way to decide the outcome!"

It's okay to be selfish like this, because he is the protagonist...

Even though he was bruised, he vomited blood, his arm was broken, and he was beaten and abused for more than three hours, he was still... so energetic...

"Don't bother you---!!!" Hanzo couldn't bear it any longer, and knocked the noisy Xiaojie away with a punch.

My pupils shrank slightly, just now... that was Hanzo's in a rage... a blow with all his strength! ?

In the field of vision, Xiaojie's body was thrown high and then slowly fell—after the heavy landing sound, that small body collapsed limply on the ground, completely unconscious...

Jay, Jay...

Got hit again... right in front of me.