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285 HxH: The Strongest Assassin
🕑 Added 2025-02-04 06:03:00 +0000 UTCHalf an hour later, the battle for third place officially began.
The competitor who had lost to the Son of the Star now faced the Son of the Beast.
There was no suspense.
With overwhelming strength, the Son of the Beast secured victory with ease.
Still, for the young challenger, reaching this stage was an achievement in itself. From the start, he had never expected to place in the top three—his goal had merely been to reach the top four. Now, he had done just that, earning his place in the third stage of the Nirvana Conference.
If there was any regret, it was his performance against both the Son of the Star and the Son of the Beast. He couldn't shake the feeling that he could have done better.
An hour later, the finals officially began.
Wendy and the Son of the Star stepped into the ring.
Kaizen had no way of knowing what Wendy's strategy would be.
In terms of strength, the difference between them wasn't massive—comparable to the gap between Wendy and the Son of the Beast.
In Wendy's previous match, she had exploited the refraction of the air to land a decisive blow. However, in terms of pure combat ability, the Son of the Star had a slight edge over her.
Taurus, the formidable beast wielding a giant axe, made Wendy's standard wind blades almost ineffective.
Meanwhile, Scorpio's sandstorm-controlling abilities were a natural counter to Wendy's techniques.
"Wendy's usual wind blades won't do much against the Son of the Star," Kaizen noted. "Her only real weapon here is that move—the one akin to a wind dragon's roar."
"Your special training seems to be paying off," the Son of the Star said, standing confidently in the ring. "But it's a pity if you thought you were the only one improving. My progress far surpasses yours. First place belongs to me and me alone. I am the strongest of the new generation."
"Wendy, surrender now."
Wendy ignored him and instead turned to the referee.
"Are we ready?"
Both fighters nodded.
"Begin!"
The moment the signal was given, Taurus materialized at the Son of the Star's side, while Wendy shot into the sky, a whirlwind wrapping around her.
The Son of the Star frowned.
'Taking the aerial advantage? But maintaining this will drain her energy. Is she planning a quick resolution? Odd... isn't the Dragon Dojo known for endurance battles? Is she flipping the strategy, using my weakness against me?'
He scoffed inwardly at the thought.
Then, Wendy took a deep breath.
"Eat this! Rise!"
Her aura surged violently, climbing higher and higher.
Then, she unleashed it.
"Roar of the Wind Dragon!"
A powerful hurricane burst from her mouth, spiraling downward in a devastating tornado. The sheer force distorted the air and sent shockwaves across the arena.
In the audience, several spectators gasped.
"What a powerful technique!"
"For someone at her level to unleash such a storm… she truly is the Dragon's heir."
"She might even rival the previous Dragon's Son. Now the question is, how will the Son of the Star respond?"
Kaizen narrowed his eyes. "She held back in training. This version of Wind Dragon's Roar is stronger than before. Probably because using it drains her too much for sustained practice sessions. But here, she doesn't need to hold back—this is her final fight."
The Son of the Star's expression hardened.
"Not bad," he admitted. "But not enough to defeat me."
Another beast materialized beside him, standing with Taurus, one on either side.
"As long as I block this attack, victory is mine. This kind of ability will drain your aura completely, leaving you defenseless. And I will stop it."
Meanwhile, in the audience, the Son of the Beast scowled at Wendy.
"You had this attack, and you didn't use it against me?"
"Kept dodging like a coward instead. Disgusting."
"Did you think I wasn't worth the effort? Did you save your trump card just for him?"
...
As the tornado struck the ground, an explosion of wind pressure shook the arena. The effect was entirely different from the Son of the Beast's roaring soundwaves—it was more destructive.
The Son of the Star's two beasts braced against the storm.
"Is that all?" he muttered.
Then, realization dawned, and his face twisted in shock.
High above, Wendy smirked.
"Finally figured it out?"
"That's right—this is a ring battle."
"Unlike me, you can't stay airborne for long."
The tornado wasn't aimed at the Son of the Star himself. It was aimed at the arena.
The ground beneath him was torn away, reduced to flying debris. The very foundation of the ring was collapsing, leaving nowhere to stand.
With no choice, the Son of the Star leaped into the air, using his aura to suspend himself briefly. But unlike Wendy, he couldn't maintain it for long.
And below him—there was no ring left.
His summoned beasts vanished as his concentration wavered. His face darkened as he looked down.
The countdown had begun.
In a matter of seconds, he would fall.
And the only thing awaiting him was defeat.
Because in a ring battle, once a competitor falls outside the ring, they lose.
And now, victory belonged to Wendy.
This was an attrition war.
An attrition war that the Son of the Star could not win.
An unfair war of attrition.
