This is an insurance left by Razor, and it can provide him with a chance to back up.
In this way, if he is knocked away, No. 1 will still stay in the field, and if there are members in the court.
He still has a second chance to return to the court.
In other words, Razor is currently exerting his maximum strength under the rules!!
"Come on, let me see, in a head-on collision..."
With his whole body full of surging aura, Razor gently raised the ball in his hand to the sky: "How powerful and similar you are to Ging!!!"
Razor muttered this in his heart, and his actions also changed the expression of the people on the sidelines.
"The aura has all returned to Razor."
"Is there only one person left who would shout back?"
"It's still the smallest one, which means..."
"He has taken back the scattered aura to the maximum extent, and he will use all his strength in the next attack!!"
Just as they imagined.
After Razor threw the ball into the sky.
His body immediately sank and took a jumping posture.
"He threw the ball up and was thinking about jumping..."
"Is this posture..."
"Is it the... smash in volleyball?"
So far, the watch players on the scene just uttered a series of exclamations.
They perfectly played the role of the audience, commentator, atmosphere group, and supporting role.
That's all they can do.
Not only them but even the protagonists.
Gon and Killua, who should have shined in this competition and showed their training results and talents, did not show any outstanding performance.
It was mainly Gon.
In the original timeline, Killua only used his hands as handlers for Gon, thus sacrificing his hands and showing a wave of friendship between the two sides.
But now, there is no need for Gon to perform his rock-paper-scissors, and naturally there is no need for Killua to make sacrifices.
Lan alone is enough to handle everything in front of them.
As for Razor, his focus was originally on Ging's son, Gon.
He wanted to see what his son was like compared to his father.
And Ging had specifically told Razor not to show mercy to Gon.
Razor was actually quite curious about what Gon was like, and he was even more curious that a guy like Ging would actually have a son.
Would the son of a man like him also be like him?!
However, before he began to get to know Gon better...
He was completely attracted to Lan in front of him.
This man in front of him, whether it is his understanding and attainments in the aura or his own strength, completely exceeds his expectations.
At this moment, Razor's eyes are full of the figure of this man!!
He has been on this island for such a long time, and he has been silent for too long.
Now that he has seen such a man who makes him feel excited.
Razor suddenly understands the meaning of his stay on this island.
"That is..."
Razor suddenly jumped up and flew straight to the ball that began to fall in the sky: "For this moment!!"
"It's been a long time since I met such a person, and let me use such a move..."
He waved his arms to his heart's content and swung them hard at the ball: "I'm going to give it a try like this!!"
"Let me see which side is better, just like this..."
"Let's compete!!!"
Boom!!!
Razor's arm hit the crucial ball with all his strength.
Boundless aura instantly overturned it, including Razor's faith and will, as well as the results of his decades of practice!!
In the high-speed rotation, the ball engulfed everything.
"Such a power...?!"
Just watching from the side, Tsezguerra and his companions felt their scalps tingling; they couldn't believe what kind of pressure Lan would endure as he faced this ball!!
And, while facing this ball, what kind of powerful force did he feel coming from it?!
They subconsciously controlled their bodies silently and retreated as far as possible. This was not a retreat in fear but to leave room for Lan to display his skills.
Although they don't want to admit it, Tsezguerra and the others have to face a cruel fact.
That is, their existence is useless here.
They have become a burden in this battle.
If they stay where they are, they may limit Lan's performance.
It is better to retreat temporarily and leave the field to the opponent.
Now, it is a situation of gods fighting, and they mortal better get out of it.
Moreover, this kind of one-versus-one situation is exactly what Razor expects and wants to see!!
And, even they themselves have a deep curiosity in their hearts.
Curious about who will win the fight between Lan and Razor.
At this moment, the eyes of the whole audience are all focused on Lan, who is standing there alone!
Obviously, Tsezguerra and his team have been active in this world for decades as a professional hunter team.
No matter who they are, as long as there are professional hunters, they have more or less heard of their reputation.
Otherwise, Battera would not have hired them to clear the game and gave the right to interview other players to Tsezguerra.
Even in the original timeline, in the election of the Chairman after Netero's death, Tsezguerra also had many supporters.
It can be said that he is more convincing in terms of both reputation and strength.
However, at this moment, Tsezguerra has never felt as powerless as he does now; he can only watch everything but can't do anything.
It should be said that even if he wants to do something, he has no qualifications to intervene.
His strength is too weak, and he can no longer intervene in this level of battle.
"Is this a battle between real strong men?"
"I am just like an ant, looking up at the competition and contest between the kings of beasts."
"I have no way to deal with a battle of this level..."
"Is this the gap and influence brought by strength..."
Watching the ball coming, there is no doubt that the most touched heart was Tsezguerra.
Even if the ball was not aimed at him, it brought him extremely heavy pressure.
"Lan!!"
Gon shouted loudly.
Emotionally, he wanted to help, but rationally, he controlled his feet and prevented himself from intervening in this battle because his wild intuition was also telling him.
If he went there, he would most likely be affected.
If the consequences were serious, he would die directly.
Besides shouting this, he could do nothing.
He could only retreat to the corner of the venue with Killua, Biscuit, and Tsezguerra.
The entire venue and stage space were left to Lan.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lan faced the ball that was flying at him, then he just raised his head and smiled: "Very strong."
He whispered: "Only with such strength can someone be worthy of the status of Game Master!"
"And only with such strength would Ging hire you to stay on this island."
"But unfortunately..."
Lan raised his palm: "My strength is stronger than yours."
Boom!!
The ball hit Lan's outstretched palm with unstoppable force!!