Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

But if he takes action, he can at least weed out a group of people with ulterior motives.

Fu Long shook his head. If these two wanted him to be the first to act, they should have just said so, instead of making such a fuss.

"I'll go first. Don't worry, I guarantee that the ones delivered to you will be the best of the best."

After saying that, Fu Long stood up and walked outside.

After Fu Long left, the two people in the room shrugged.

"I really hope we can eliminate at least half of the people directly."

"Ah, that way we can save some effort too."

Fu Long was unaware of the conversation between the two behind him and left directly in an airship.

The exam venue is only an hour away from here, and those who pass the first test can take an airship directly to the next destination.

To save time, everyone will quickly enter three tests without stopping, and then enter the heart test room when they are most tired.

That was the place where Kurapika held out for the last time.

It's impossible to conduct lie detector tests on two thousand people all at once, so only those who pass the final exam can be tested before a decision is made on whether to recruit them into the hunter team.

The airship quickly arrived at its destination, a stadium. After disembarking, Fu Long went directly to the main viewing platform of the stadium.

I checked the time; it was just right, time was up.

He patted the microphone in front of him, and the sound carried over, drawing everyone's attention to the stands.

"Alright everyone, the Hunter Exam is officially starting. To be honest, I didn't expect so many people to come this time. 1,962 people, breaking the previous record. But it's a real headache. There are too many people. We have to reduce the number."

The people below the stands were all staring at Fu Long on the stage, and they had an urge to go up and beat him up, but they really couldn't.

There have been cases of disqualification in the past, so we can only listen to it.

Fu Long scratched his head and said, "It's really exhausting, but I have a good idea. When I say 'start,' do you see this spectator stand? There are ten rows of eight seats each, that's eighty seats. Whoever sits here first will advance to the second round, and everyone else will be eliminated."

Whoosh! The crowd below quickly spread out, making it clear that a fight was inevitable.

"Once you're seated, you can proceed. You're not allowed to fight on the spectator stands. In other words, as long as you step onto the spectator stands, you've succeeded."

Oh, someone below cheered, clearly believing he was sure to win this time.

Below the stage, Fu Long's gaze swept across the crowd and spotted a few rather unusual individuals.

Those I knew, like the Tonpa, were also there, as were the three Amori brothers, and that guy from the Immortal Sect. He's here again this year, and it's quite obvious that he seems to have developed Nen.

He's definitely a formidable guy.

Hmm, there's also Wenji, and another guy with pointy ears, Muhair? Should we give him a more challenging challenge later?

After scanning the room, Fu Long continued, "Don't look at the people around you. Your only opponent is me. Hang in there, come up to the stands, get a seat, and move on to the next round. There are eighty seats. Once they're all filled, the first round of the assessment will be over. So, everyone, are you ready?"

It didn't feel like an exam; it felt more like a pep rally.

"I'm all set, let's get started." A burly man over two meters tall said impatiently.

The area below was also chaotic. Clearly, these people were all martial artists, and they hated those who only talked. Couldn't you hurry up?

Fu Long's lips curled up. "You asked for this, so don't blame me. Come out, little Tang Tang, no, Tang Sanzang."

The one riding a white horse isn't necessarily a prince; he could also be Tang Sanzang.

He holds a nine-ringed tin staff in one hand and a purple-gold alms bowl in the other, wears a brocade cassock, and rides a white dragon horse.

Of course, only a small portion of the crowd below could use the Ning technique to see Tang Sanzang; the rest could not.

"go."

Nearly two thousand faint lights flashed and struck the crowd directly.

Some people tried to dodge, but found that no matter what they did, they couldn't avoid the attack.

Bang bang, everyone was hit, but upon closer inspection, it didn't hurt at all.

"What's going on?" Ordinary people couldn't tell, but those with telekinetic abilities exchanged glances, as if they had been hit, yet also as if they hadn't. What exactly was going on?

However, in the stands, Fu Long had already sat down cross-legged, put his hands together, and said, "Everyone, we can begin."

"Hoo!" As soon as these words were spoken, the burly men sprang into action.

The guy who had just shouted out the message pulled out a huge spiked club and started swinging it around. It seemed he wanted to shove everyone away before climbing onto the stands.

The others also showed off their skills.

The fastest runners are almost at the stands. Once they get on the stands and gather in the middle, they can get to the viewing platform.

Watching from the stands, Fu Long found it hard to believe that Dongba was among the people at the very front. That guy was really good at running.

Wenji and Muhair were also fast, leading the charge.

Although no one knew exactly what the assessment would be, everyone knew that getting closer to the stands would increase their chances of winning.

When the person at the very front was only ten meters away from the stands, Fu Long finally made his move.

The Tightening Spell, Tang Sanzang's Tightening Spell for everyone. Although Fu Long loses his ability to fight when using this move, it is indeed the best for taking exams.

The Dongba people running ahead fell to the ground, clutching their heads and screaming in pain. Wenji was the only one still barely standing on the entire testing ground.

In the monitoring room, Fortx and Flute stood up: "What kind of ability is this?"

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Everyone collapsed to the ground, the sudden headaches making it difficult for anyone to adjust. Only Wenji, having undergone relevant training beforehand, managed to stand there with difficulty.

Fu Long didn't use his full strength either, after all, the true power of the headband was too great. Even a Nen user would find it unbearable. Even this half-baked headband was enough to immobilize someone.

"Ten meters to go, everyone. You need to work hard, otherwise no one will be able to pass."

Fu Long loosened his grip a little, and taking advantage of his speech, some Nen users reacted and quickly approached the viewing platform.

However, at a distance of about five meters, the tight band returned, and this time, most of them were writhing in pain, having no strength left to go towards the stands.

Wenji gritted her teeth. Fu Long didn't treat her any differently, but she could still endure the pain because of her training.

Slowly making her way towards the stands, Wenji secured first place.

“That girl is nice,” Ford said after sitting down.

Hengdi nodded and said, "Indeed, Fu Long's ability is really useful. If he were stronger, he could take on an entire army by himself."

"Yes, in battle, if all the enemy members are hit, then that's when we can reap the rewards."

There are no enemies during exams, but if you're really in a battle, especially a team battle, being hit by the Tightening Spell is almost a death sentence.

Very few people can persevere.

In the end, Wenji was the first to step onto the viewing platform, and the moment she stepped onto the platform, the headband on her head disappeared.

Wenji rubbed her head and sat down in the first seat.

Under the spectator stands, Muhail, enduring a headache, found a direction and actually rolled over in that direction.

Fu Long couldn't speak carelessly at this moment, so he could only think to himself, "Miao Hai'er is really quite capable. He found the most effortless method, which is not bad."

The distance was only a few meters. The roll quickly reached its position. After getting onto the viewing platform, Muhaier also put his head in his hands and sat in the second seat. At the same time, he turned his head to look at Wenji.

This girl is really amazing; how can she control that headache?

On the viewing platform, the Nen users all displayed their full strength. In any case, their endurance was greatly enhanced after using Nen.

Some people have already started thinking of various ways to get to the stands.

In no time, all forty seats were filled.

These people didn't say much, but simply looked around at the people who would become their opponents.

Fu Long saw a persistent figure. That guy from the Immortal Sect had actually crawled to the edge of the viewing platform. If he could hold on a little longer, he should be able to pass. There were still half the seats left. Suddenly, Fu Long's spell stopped.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the immortals rushed into the viewing platform. As for the others, they also sped up their pace depending on their distance from the platform.

At this point, no one was fighting anymore, because it was pointless unless you had the ability to stop the person running in front.

Several people threw out ropes or similar objects and tied them to the legs of those in the front row. Once tied up, these people were practically useless.

"Hey, we always have to give everyone a chance, that's what makes it interesting." Fu Long laughed as he looked at the chaotic crowd below.

"You have a terrible sense of humor," Wenji said bluntly.

Muhaier, standing beside her, looked at Wenji and said, "You dare to talk to the examiner? You're really bold."

Fu Long laughed heartily, and Wen Ji said she was used to it and it didn't matter to her.

The first few people in the group had already sat down. When there were only a dozen or so seats left, someone suddenly broke out of the crowd and rushed to the stands at an extremely fast speed. Another person even managed to force his way out of the main group, and in the end, no one could stop him.

Fu Long recognized the man who charged forward; it was Xiong. The guy was too slow, so he didn't get to the front.

When the eightieth person entered the viewing platform, Fu Long once again recited the Tightening Spell.

Apart from the eighty people in the stands, everyone else collapsed to the ground again.

"Alright, the first test is over. Eighty people have advanced to the second round. Congratulations. The rest are eliminated."

"What?!" The crowd, no longer under the control of the restraints, erupted in chaos. It was over so quickly, and what was with the eighty people? This was far too perfunctory.

However, no one dared to say anything more, mainly because they didn't want to endure that kind of pain again.

In the monitoring room, Yokoto stood up and said, "I'll take on the second round. It was already quite easy. To be able to clear so many rounds, you're really strong."

"Thank you for your hard work. Indeed, our workload has decreased significantly." Fords breathed a sigh of relief. He had underestimated Fu Long before, not expecting him to be such a formidable opponent.

Fu Long led the eighty people onto the airship and headed towards the location of the second checkpoint.

"teacher."

Inside the airship, Wenji called out to Fulong.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just came to thank you, teacher." Wenji bowed to Fu Long before turning to leave.

Fu Long smiled and then looked at the shadows on the other side.

"No need to look. I didn't show any mercy to my disciple. It's just that she had undergone stress training, unlike you."

Muhl emerged from the shadows.