Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"Who wants to go first?"

Diya's voice echoed in the empty factory, but no one responded.

His fist, the size of a sandbag, was still raised high in the air, like a sun, continuously emitting platinum-gold light, with invisible waves of air constantly surging and lifting his hair.

pressure.

Weildl swallowed hard, his mind filled with only those two words.

She wasn't someone who hadn't seen much of the world; she knew that [Enhancement] Nen abilities usually possessed terrifying power that surpassed that of other ability users.

However, the power displayed by the person in front of her still secretly frightened her.

'With only a fraction of your strength, you can reach this level?'

Weildl instinctively felt that this person was just spouting nonsense.

But rationally speaking, even if the other party is bragging, they can't go too far. After all, in this world, people who bluff will only die faster.

So far, Dia's behavior doesn't seem like that of a fool at all.

'If what he said is true, then proportionally speaking, even the strongest ability user among the private soldiers could only reach 70% of his full strength…'

Weildl silently estimated, his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

You have to understand that real-world competition isn't just about comparing numbers; it's not like you can only win 70 out of 100 points.

In reality, without considering additional factors such as skills and experience, more than 30% of strength is enough to create an overwhelming advantage, while more than 50% will result in a pure crushing defeat where adults are playing against children.

At this point, Weildl didn't even consider the possibility that Dia was still hiding her true abilities; given Dia's apparent age, that possibility seemed far too exaggerated.

In short, this intelligence must be reported to His Highness the Crown Prince; this person must not be confronted directly.

While Weildl was still pondering, Dia urged him again:

"Who wants to go first? Hurry up, or I'll just pick someone randomly!"

"I'll do it!"

A solemn voice came from behind the group. Weildl looked over instinctively and saw that Dracula had silently stood up and walked to Dia.

As he looked at the fist so close to his face, Dracula broke out in a cold sweat.

Such power is simply unheard of.

However, she still chose to be the first to stand up.

Logically speaking, if the selection process is viewed as an exam, then Dia, as the examiner, would not usually give a very high or very low score to the first "exam paper" she reviews, so as not to affect the subsequent reviews.

Dracula knew that with his own strength, coupled with the fact that the [Conjuration type] was naturally not suited for direct combat, he would probably find it difficult to defeat the other three private soldiers.

To achieve results beyond one's capabilities, one has no choice but to take risks!

'As long as I can get a mid-range score, then I'll just wait and see if the others mess up...'

Dracula took a deep breath, pushing his [Flow] skills to the limit, and stared intently at Dia's movements.

Without a doubt, simply relying on "strength" is insufficient to withstand that kind of attack; one must anticipate the opponent's attack's trajectory and then employ "hardness"!

Under her tense gaze.

Dia slowly opened up her boxing stance, bent her elbow and straightened her arm, and then suddenly threw out her right fist!

'That speed! It's the left arm!'

Without a second thought, Dracula unhesitatingly channeled his energy into his left arm!

boom!

Without any pause, Dia's fist landed directly on Dracula's right arm.

In an instant, an exceptionally powerful surge of energy mixed with golden electricity created a violent impact, sending her flying backward!

pat!

Dracula was slammed to the ground with tremendous force, his back hitting the cold, damp ground hard, and he slammed around on the ground several times like a broken ball!

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Dracula stared wide-eyed at his completely twisted and severed right arm in disbelief.

She was completely defeated in just one encounter!

Not only was her [flow] speed insufficient, but her [energy], combat experience, and even her Nen attribute were also insufficient to support her in taking Dia's attack.

A complete and utter defeat!

"40 points, you don't pass."

Dia withdrew her fist and said calmly:

"You probably won't be able to participate in the next selection anyway, get out."

The other privately-appointed soldiers were immediately alarmed upon seeing this.

By targeting Dracula's arm instead of vital organs like his heart, Dia's attack was clearly merciful.

However, the huge gap in ability still makes this selection process extremely risky and could result in serious injury or death!

Fortunately, the candidates present were all private soldiers of the prince who were prone to death in futures trading, and they were not deterred by the mere risk of disability, but were somewhat relieved.

After all, Dracula still scored 40 points despite his poor performance, so all they need to do is make sure they don't get crippled.

"Cough cough..."

Dracula struggled to his feet, knowing his mission had failed.

If this continues, she might be beaten to death on the spot, and then she won't be able to bring the intelligence back.

'This is as far as we can go for now, but at least we've gained something. We must bring this information back!'

Furthermore, Dracula gave Dia a deep look.

His entire body was enveloped in a thick golden aura, like a sun, and just one glance was enough to make one feel no desire to resist.

This man is not someone they can confront directly; the Second Prince must know about this!

Without hesitation, Dracula turned and left.

Before leaving, she even pulled Amber, who had become mentally impaired and was sitting on the ground drooling, along with her, though it's unclear what she was planning to do.

Tita watched the two figures leave, remembering that Dracula and Amber were once close friends who entered the same school together. She wondered how things had turned out this way.

"next."

Diya's voice, like the King of Hell calling his men to a roll call, still echoed calmly in the factory.

"Shall we go?"

Tita narrowed her eyes. If it was a test of her [Flow] and [Hardness] skills, she was confident that she could withstand Dia's punch just now... without being crippled.

Of course, I'll definitely suffer some internal injuries.

Just as Tita was about to step forward, a voice suddenly rang out.

"I'll do it."

Pokson walked past the other two and solemnly approached Dia.

"Wait, Poker..."

Seeing this, Tita instinctively grabbed her arm and stopped her:

"Let me go first. You take the time to observe his movements and habits."

Tita didn't actually want to be a private army captain, even though the twelfth prince seemed much more normal than the fourth prince.

However, that's precisely why she had to keep a close eye on the fourth prince, Celidonesh, to prevent this prince with a demonic talent and mind from gaining too much power.

So she chose to stop Poxon, hoping he could escape the Fourth Prince's control and go to a safer place.

Although according to Amber's previous theory, going to the Twelfth Prince might ultimately lead to the same end, it's still better than staying by Celidonich's side.

Pokson hesitated for a moment, glanced at Dia, secretly gave him a look, and then turned back to say:

"Okay, then be careful."

It didn't really matter who went first or last, but she still reminded Dia to go easy on her and not hurt Tita.

In fact, when she saw that Tita was actually a Nen user, she knew that Tita could be an ally in a certain sense.

"Phew... Let's begin."

Tita said solemnly, focusing all her attention on Dia's raised right arm.

A surge of Nen energy, significantly stronger than before, suddenly coalesced in Dia's right fist. The intense aura made Tita feel as if invisible needles were pricking her face!

'What? Why is he stronger than before? Could it be that what I said when I first arrived made him hold a grudge?'

Tita's expression changed slightly, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and she began to regret her earlier conflict with Dia.

Seeing this, Pokson, who was watching from a distance, was also taken aback.

'Oh no, what is Dia doing? Did he misunderstand my look?'

Did Dia think that look she gave him meant for him to cripple Tita? That would be a huge joke!

However, before they could react, Diya had already started moving with a casual expression!

His eyes widened, his fingers spread and he clenched his fist. His right fist, like a shooting star, struck Tita's face in an instant!

'His aim is my head! He wants me dead!'

Tita instantly sensed the presence of death, and an overwhelming will to survive compelled her to stare intently at the growing fist.

coming soon!

The next moment, to everyone's astonishment, Dia's left leg swung up like a steel whip without warning!

boom!

A terrifying force instantly poured into Tita's abdomen, sending her flying!

"puff--"

After falling to the ground, Tita suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and her vision went black, as if her intestines had been kicked out.

The entire room fell silent.