"Examiner Kenpachi!!" Menchi screamed.
Ryker was caught in a trap. His back was stabbed, and his own sword was inching toward his neck.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Is this all the strength you have, Hisoka-kun?"
Suddenly, Kenpachi Ryker laughed wildly.
His hand stopped cold. The blade froze millimeters from his throat.
"Hmm?"
Hisoka frowned. His Bungee Gum... wouldn't stretch any further. The connection felt like it was pulling on a mountain.
A trapped beast fighting back?
Or a bluff?
Doesn't matter. You have no chance of winning. Hisoka sneered internally.
"A clown is always a clown. These petty tricks don't belong on the main stage. No amount of technique matters before absolute power! Your attack... is only good for tickling me!!"
"HAHAHAHAHA—"
[Scarlet Eyes] (Red)!
OPEN!!!
Boom.
In an instant, Ryker felt like a nuclear reactor ignited inside him.
Emperor Time.
All Nen affinities maxed to 100%!
Transmutation: 100%!
[Lightning Nen] (Red)!
Activate!
BZZZZT!
Crackle... Snap!
Arcs of blue electricity erupted from Ryker's body.
His smile became distorted, demonic. Even his spiked hair seemed to conduct electricity.
Lightning danced in his pupils.
He rolled his neck. Crack-crack-crack.
"Hah!"
Ryker flexed his body.
SNAP!
The pink gum strands connected to him shattered like dried rubber bands.
The playing cards stuck in his back incinerated instantly, turning into ash.
Hisoka's face fell. The playful smirk vanished, replaced by shock and a deep, abyssal dread.
He wasn't pulling a human. He was pulling a prehistoric monster.
For a moment, Hisoka felt small.
Illumi, who was about to leave, stopped dead. His eyes widened—a rare sight. He stared blankly at the lightning jumping off Ryker.
That power...
"..."
The entire arena went silent.
Everyone stood frozen, mouths agape, eyes popping out.
The only sound was heavy breathing and the crack-hiss of electricity in the air.
Ryker slowly gripped the sword Netero had given him.
His hand was wrapped in lightning.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, he squeezed.
Creak... CRUNCH.
The steel blade warped, groaned, and then snapped.
The metal began to melt in his grip from the sheer heat of the electricity.
"Hiss—"
Buhara sucked in a breath, feeling a primal fear.
Too strong!
This Examiner's physical durability is far beyond my Magical Beast bloodline. He's like Superman.
Chairman's Office.
Netero stood motionless.
An image flashed in his mind: Zeno Zoldyck.
The former head of the Zoldyck family. One of the few people in the world close to Netero in combat ability. Zeno's signature ability was Lightning/Dragon Dive.
But that was a Transmutation/Emission technique usually unique to Zoldycks.
Now, Netero saw it in Ryker.
And judging by the intensity, Ryker's output didn't lose to Zeno's.
But the direction is different.
Zeno uses Emission for range. Ryker uses Transmutation and Enhancement to supercharge his body.
Wait... Ryker is essentially a Conjurer/Specialist? That means this kid has mastered at least three Nen categories!
He's just a candidate.
But he's acting as the strongest Examiner in history.
Genius?
No. That word is an insult to him.
Monster.
A true monster.
Netero smiled. Recruiting Ryker was his greatest achievement in years.
If this kid takes over the Association... I could die happy.
The thought popped into his head unbidden, and he laughed.
Training Ground.
Ryker stood in the center of a lightning storm.
He looked like a God of Thunder destroying the world. He looked up at Hisoka, baring his teeth, sparks jumping between them.
"Oh no!"
Hisoka felt his scalp tingle. Instinct screamed at him.
He retreated frantically.
Vroom.
Ryker vanished. Only a lightning afterimage remained.
Lightning · Sonic Punch!
BOOM!
By the time Hisoka realized it, Ryker was in his face.
Hisoka crossed his arms, focusing Ko to defend.
But it felt like being hit by a missile.
Lightning exploded on Hisoka's arms.
He was blasted away like a cannonball.
He smashed through the reinforced wall behind him.
Through the hole, they could see Hisoka flying... 100 meters... 200 meters... finally stopping near the 500-meter mark.
His right arm hung limp. His body was charred black, emitting the smell of burnt meat.
"..."
Dead silence.
The spectators were brain-dead.
That wasn't a punch. That was a kinetic bombardment.
Even a heavy tank would have been reduced to scrap metal.
They thought Kenpachi was a swordsman.
Turns out, his fists were even scarier.
"My! You lost, Hisoka-kun!"
Kenpachi Ryker grinned.
He deactivated the Scarlet Eyes. The lightning faded. His Shihakushō settled.
He stood tall, arms crossed, looking down at the defeated clown with beastly arrogance.
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