Chapter 22

The third exam lasted 72 hours, and Allen and Zeno sat quietly at the entrance of the Tower of Traps for 72 hours, neither exchanging any words nor engaging in any intense battles.

This strange situation continued until the lottery for the fourth exam ended, when Zeno finally broke the silence, asking with interest, "Did you know the content of this Hunter Exam beforehand?"

"How could you have such a ridiculous idea? You should know that the content of the Hunter Exam is strictly confidential each year, and it varies greatly depending on the examiner's personality. Do you think I have the ability to predict the future?" Allen lied without a hint of hesitation, while secretly becoming more cautious of the "pervert" in front of him.

After all, this guy's sixth sense was incredibly sharp, allowing him to deduce that Allen knew the content of this year's Hunter Exam with such limited information.

"Oh, really? I thought the fourth exam was a special arena you set up for our duel." Zeno narrowed his eyes, probing.

After three days of observation and contemplation, he felt more and more that Allen's Nen was unusual, and he would inadvertently display a strong sense of confidence, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

"No, it's just your illusion and coincidence," Allen denied without hesitation.

Admitting that he knew what would happen in the future?

He wouldn't do such a foolish thing unless his brain was crushed by a door.

Because the ability to predict the future is extremely dangerous and easily subject to others' prying, no matter when, where, or in what world.

Just look at Nyon, who had the "Angel Auto Pen." What was her fate?

First, she was used by her father as a tool to climb the social ladder, deprived of even the most basic personal freedom. Then, her ability was stolen by the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Kurolo, and she was eventually considered dead by the Troupe members in the Dark Continent arc.

Moreover, Allen didn't have the ability to predict the future; he just knew some of the plot points from the anime.

As the butterfly began to flap its wings, who knew if things would suddenly change, or even take a 180-degree turn?

Additionally, given the old thief Fujiki's habit of digging pits and the world's slowest update speed, who knew how many unknown dangers were still hidden.

"Hehe, okay, I'll just consider it a coincidence for now."

For some reason, Zeno didn't press the issue further.

After saying this, he waved his hand and turned to leave, going to find his "old friend," Illumi, disguised as a Zoldyck family member.

When he was completely out of sight, Killua, who had been hiding nearby, finally dared to leave the shadows and asked curiously, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Nothing, just some things unrelated to the exam. Did you come to find me for something?"

Allen sized up this child, who was said to be the most talented in the entire Zoldyck family.

For some reason, whether it was due to his sensitivity and fear of Nen or for some other reason, this kid had been subconsciously avoiding him since the exam began. This was their first face-to-face conversation.

"It's not a big deal. Can you tell me what your target number is?" Killua shrugged, trying to appear relaxed.

However, a closer look at the muscles hidden under his clothes revealed that he was actually quite tense, his body in a state of high alert.

"Don't worry, my target isn't you, or Gon, or Kurapika, or Leorio," Allen directly gave the answer Killua most wanted to hear.

"Really?" Killua's tone carried a hint of doubt.

Seeing his childish expression, Allen couldn't help but smile and ask, "Of course it's real. Do you think I have a reason to lie to you?"

"Okay, you don't have a reason to lie to me."

Killua visibly relaxed, his gaze shifting to Gon, who was sitting silently in a corner, looking serious.

No need to ask; he was worried about his hard-earned friend.

Since the content of the fourth exam involved hunting target numbers on a deserted island while protecting one's own number, most of the candidates had hidden their numbers, which were originally worn on their chests. Only a few who were absolutely confident in their abilities continued to wear them openly.

Allen was one of them.

And he had already locked onto his target, Bocus, who was dressed as a hunter and used a bow and arrow as his primary weapon.

When the ship arrived at the destination, Allen, who had passed the third exam the fastest, was the first to disembark.

However, unlike most candidates who immediately entered the forest to hide, he sat down in the most conspicuous place with Roubus.

"Damn! What does this guy want to do?"

"Who knows!"

"Is he planning to snatch his target's number right here?"

"Heaven! He's really a madman! Doesn't he fear being surrounded?"

...

For a moment, many people began to whisper, some even breaking into a nervous sweat, fearing that they might be the unlucky one.

Soon, two minutes later, Zeno also landed on the island and, passing by Allen, whispered, "I'll go ahead and wait for you inside. Hurry up, don't keep me waiting too long."

"Got it! I'll find you once I get my target's number," Allen replied without turning his head.

Then the third, fourth, fifth...

As more and more candidates safely entered the forest without being attacked or obstructed by Allen and Roubus, the remaining candidates collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

This meant that Allen didn't plan to randomly snatch three numbers to make up six points but was only focused on his hunting target.

In other words, there was only one victim, and no one else would be affected.

As for who this unlucky person was, they didn't care as long as it wasn't them.

When it was Bocus's turn, he stood up with a nervous heart, and the moment his foot touched the ground, he felt a strong and terrifying aura envelop him from head to toe.

"Give me your number!"

Allen wasted no words, directly releasing a powerful evil aura.

Thud!

The poor Bocus didn't even have a chance to react, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground.

Fear!

Despair!

Suffocation!

He felt his mind go blank, his body trembling uncontrollably, like an animal encountering its natural predator, completely devoid of any will or courage to resist.

In the end, he used his trembling hand to take out the number from his chest and handed it over.

"Thanks!"

Allen took it without hesitation, stuffed it into his waist bag, and then turned and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

With six points from the numbers, his only remaining task was to find Zeno and fight him without restraint.

As for whether Bocus would pass this exam and become a Hunter as in the original plot, that was no longer his concern.

Perhaps for Bocus, being eliminated here might not be a bad thing.

At least it would avoid the fate of having his skull split open by the "Cat Woman" Neferpitou in the Ant arc, turning from Bocus to "Bokuso"...

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