章 357: Chapter 355
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"It's such a pity. Why did that guy named Abel spare Hisoka in the end? I can't make sense of it at all."
After the duel ended, Gon shut off the television. Killua immediately crossed his arms behind his head, speaking with great regret.
Because if Hisoka were dead, there wouldn't be a pervert constantly stalking Gon.
"Maybe it had something to do with their final conversation."
Gon replied uncertainly.
"If only we knew what they said at the end."
"But that guy Abel is really strong!"
Gon clenched his fist and exclaimed.
Killua nodded, agreeing with Gon, "Indeed, even Hisoka was utterly defeated. It's really scary."
"Is the Conjuration type really that strong? Those ice blades and ice walls looked so ordinary."
Gon explained helplessly, "There's no inherent strength difference between the six types of Nen. What truly matters is the person using Nen."
Gon and Killua nodded, understanding only partially.
Then Gon changed the topic, saying, "From this duel, Abel might not necessarily be a Conjuration type. He could also be a Specialist."
"Specialist?"
"That's right, because Specialist abilities often defy common sense and are shrouded in mystery."
"But didn't you just say strength lies in the person, not the type?"
"Uh, I only said Specialists are mysterious, not that they're necessarily stronger."
Gon adjusted his glasses and abruptly changed the subject, "What time is it? Hurry up and start training! What? Sleep? At your age, how can you even think about sleeping?"
"Quick! Run, all of you!"
Gon's inner monologue roared.
This is the consequence of finding holes in the teacher's words.
Petty?
No, no, no!
This is the teacher's loving discipline.
Accompanied by Killua's sighs, they had a restless night.
Meanwhile, as Gon and Killua were caught in a cycle of rivalry, Hisoka, lying in the infirmary, finally awaited his 'reinforcement.'
"You finally came, Machi."
"You really were beaten badly, Hisoka."
The pink-haired girl Abel had seen earlier entered the room from the window.
Mind you, this was the 200th floor of the Sky Arena, with the risk of a fatal fall.
"It's not too bad. This outcome was within my expectations, though I didn't anticipate that my opponent would be even more terrifying than I imagined. Utterly defeated, tsk tsk~"
Lying in the sickbed, Hisoka forced himself to sit up. Despite his severe defeat, his face was filled with a recollective delight.
As if he was the ultimate combination of sadism and masochism.
Whether he was 'savage' or being 'savagely' treated, it thrilled him immensely.
This was one of the factors why Machi deemed Hisoka extremely dangerous.
"You're such a pervert. If possible, I wish I'd never have to see your face again."
"Thank you for the compliment, but you have to endure my face for a long while." "Enough with the nonsense, start stitching. If it weren't for the reward you offered, I wouldn't have helped you with this."
"Go on, I can't wait."
Machi tore off the bandages on Hisoka's body and grabbed a severed arm nearby to begin suturing.
Her Nen ability, "Nen Stitches," grew weaker the longer the thread, making it more prone to breaking.
The uses are varied; it can be used to bind enemies or stitch up wounds. At this moment, she was stitching blood vessels, bones, nerves, and muscles perfectly at an incredibly fast speed.
It seemed that Hisoka had anticipated he would get hurt, and quite badly at that. So, he had hired Machi in advance. Now, it was proving to be useful indeed.
Before long, both arms were perfectly reattached. If those skilled surgeons had seen the scene just now, they would have knelt on the ground, exclaiming to God. That was something ordinary people could never achieve in a lifetime.
"All done. Move around a bit and see if there are any problems."
"If there's nothing wrong, our deal is finished."
Machi, having completed a miraculous suturing operation, was as relaxed as if she had just had a cup of tea.
Hisoka moved his arms. Although he had always known Machi had this incredible skill, experiencing it firsthand made him extremely excited. The freshly sutured arms were moving as if they had never been severed, allowing unrestricted movement. Such an ability was so convenient; he wanted it!
Suddenly, Hisoka stood up and pinned Machi against the wall.
"The bed here is big. You can stay and keep me company."
As soon as he spoke, a thin 'nen thread' wrapped around Hisoka's neck. Machi spoke in an incredibly cold voice, "Move again, and I'll cut off your head."
"Of course, ma'am. Your wish is my command."
"Get lost!"
Hisoka stepped back obediently, funnily raising both hands.
"Perhaps we can make another deal, same content, within the next three to five days."
"Not interested anymore. Find someone else." Machi left through the window without looking back.
Hisoka lowered his hands and touched his neck, already faintly marked by blood. Machi wasn't joking. Had he not believed her just now, his head might very well have been severed by now.
"Such an interesting woman, I really want to dismember her completely bit by bit."
Hisoka licked the blood on his fingers with his tongue.
"But before that, there's a fun and exciting assassination game waiting for me to complete."
"And right now seems like a perfect opportunity."
Hisoka's eyes flashed as he climbed out the window too. He had just suffered a miserable defeat and serious injuries, even having his arms cut off. Who would think that he would go to assassinate Abel under these circumstances?!
Now was the time Abel would be most off guard! Hisoka wore a sadistic smile, ready to surprise Abel.
Soon, a food cart stopped in front of Abel's room.
Knock, knock.
"Who's there?"
"Your food is here."
"Bring it in."
The staff left immediately after delivering the orders.
Inside the room, Abel, who had just finished showering, began to enjoy today's meal. After just the first bite, he slightly raised his left eyebrow. The food had been tampered with; it was poisoned!
"Interesting. So, would it be you, Hisoka?"
He continued to eat heartily without concern. The toxins, once inside his body, would immediately be analyzed, and corresponding antibodies would be synthesized.
Poison? That was just hitting the bullseye for him.
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