Gourmet Hunter (HxH Fanfic)

'Three seconds, or five seconds?'

Fatima watched as the bandits' heads tumbled to the ground, her face filled with disbelief.

'Law was still some distance away from the sand bandits, so how had he managed to decapitate them almost simultaneously?'

The scene was so surreal that Fatima even wondered if their deaths had anything to do with Law at all.

Those dozen or so bandits had been killed by Law's Nen Bullets. A Nen Bullet no larger than a thumbnail was enough to shatter their necks, sending their heads rolling.

Even after the bandits died, the armored bulls beneath them continued charging toward Law in a frenzy, their eyes bloodshot and brimming with savagery.

The armored bull Law rode was relatively normal. Due to its naturally skittish nature, the sight of a dozen of its kind charging aggressively made it instinctively want to flee.

If not for Law forcibly restraining it, this armored bull would have already turned tail and run.

Though Law could barely keep it under control, directing it precisely was no longer possible.

Law pressed firmly on a specific spot at the base of the armored bull's neck, calming it slightly, before flicking his fingers and firing a dozen Nen Bullets at the charging herd.

The bullets struck their tough foreheads one after another.

Thud! Thud! Thud!...

The armored bulls collapsed mid-charge, their massive bodies hitting the sand, and they were lifeless within moments.

After knocking down more than a dozen armored bulls in seconds, Law urged his mount toward the ongoing battle.

Behind him, Fatima stared at Law as he rode past the field of corpses, her eyes wide with shock, utterly unable to comprehend what had just happened.

The soldiers of the Goro Kingdom were locked in fierce combat with the sand bandits, their strengths evenly matched… save for one critical difference: their mounts.

The reason the sand bandits could roam the desert with impunity wasn't due to their exceptional combat prowess, but their mastery of a method to turn the normally docile armored bulls into aggressive war steeds.

This allowed the timid creatures to become formidable battle mounts.

The soldiers escorting the Sixth Prince were all elites. However, they were forced to fight on foot, putting them at an immediate disadvantage.

Fortunately, their rigorous training and desert combat experience kept them from collapsing outright.

The Goro Kingdom's armored bulls had been slaughtered by the soldiers, their bulky corpses strewn across the sand as makeshift barricades to fend off the bandits' charges.

Nearly a hundred soldiers formed a circular formation, raising their spears as they defended against the bandits circling them like wolves, searching for openings.

The sand was already littered with over two hundred corpses, most of them Goro Kingdom's soldiers.

"Kill them! Hurry, kill them all!"

At the center of the formation, a young man clad in a golden silk robe shouted hoarsely under the close protection of a dozen soldiers, his voice trembling with fear. He gripped an ornate steel sword, swinging it weakly as if to mask the shaking in his arms.

A burly middle-aged man with a well-groomed beard stood nearby, his tiger-like eyes darkening as he observed the bandits prowling like a pack of wolves.

He had already foreseen the inevitable outcome… his side would be worn down and annihilated. Yet even so, he had no intention of waiting idly for death.

The young man was the Sixth Prince of Goro, while the middle-aged man was the general leading the soldiers.

The supplies and treasures they had brought with them had long been abandoned outside their defensive formation, yet the sand bandits hadn't even glanced at them, focusing solely on their relentless assault.

'Playing with their prey...'

'Their goal was plunder, yet they showed no interest in the spoils. It was clear they intended to leave no survivors… Cold-blooded and ruthless.'

The general's gaze pierced through the swirling sand and the deafening battle cries, landing on a man with a braided beard in the distance … the leader of the sand bandits.

Genthru sat leisurely atop an armored bull, calmly enjoying the desperate struggle before him. Suddenly, he noticed the general's gaze from the center of the military formation and looked over, meeting his eyes.

"Pleasure."

Geralt flashed a cheerful grin at the general, his lips silently moving as he raised two fingers to his temple in a casual salute before pointing them at the general.

Seeing this, the general's expression darkened.

At first, the attacking sand bandits had numbered less than a hundred, but as the battle dragged on, two more groups arrived, swelling their forces to nearly four hundred.

Now, they were completely overwhelmed.

"Hahaha!"

Some bandits roared with laughter after cutting down soldiers, reveling in their brutality. In contrast, the defending soldiers fought in grim silence.

About thirty minutes had passed since the battle began. The sand bandits had lost fewer than twenty men, while nearly two hundred soldiers had already fallen.

The staggering disparity in casualties filled the soldiers with despair, but they held their ground, determined to take as many sand bandits down with them as they could!

Law slowly approached the battlefield, and his presence was immediately noticed by the bandits on the outskirts.

It was only then that they realized the dozen or so brothers sent to intercept him had all been wiped out.

Geralt's eyes narrowed as he assessed the unexpected newcomer, his expression turning cold and serious. He suddenly whistled sharply to his men and made a hand signal.

The sand bandits who were besieging the soldiers were puzzled when they saw Geralt's order.

'Sending out a hundred men to deal with one person?'

While they were puzzled, a hundred bandits still broke away from the main force and charged toward Law.

When the people from the Goro Kingdom saw that about a hundred of the sand bandits suddenly retreated, they initially thought reinforcements had arrived and were overjoyed. After all, if a hundred sand bandits were to be dispatched, the reinforcement team must be quite large.

However, when they took the time to take a closer look and saw that there was only one person coming, their hearts sank.

"Kill them! Hurry up and kill them! What are you all doing?"

The Sixth Prince's voice was hoarse from screaming. His face was twisted with fear, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

If even the soldiers could see the inevitable outcome, how could he not? If not for the twenty elite guards protecting him, giving him the slightest sense of security, he would have already broken down in tears.

The general desperately wished the Sixth Prince would just shut up, but he couldn't overstep his bounds… not even in this dire situation!

"Kill!"

Not far away, a hundred sand bandits rode forward in unison, charging straight toward Law.

Further back, Fetima watched the battle through a monocular telescope. Seeing Law facing a hundred sand bandits alone, her heart clenched with worry.

William had started moving a beat later than Law, but the sheer momentum of the sand bandits' charge spooked his armored bull, making it hesitate as if ready to bolt. Then, he saw Law leap off his own mount and rush toward the bandits on foot.

Gritting his teeth, William dismounted as well and followed.

"About a hundred of them… Using Nen Bullets would be too inefficient." Law muttered coldly as he watched the sand bandits charging toward him, "Guess I'll have to waste a bit of Aura."

Before the words even finished leaving his lips, a massive Domain, nearly a hundred meters in diameter, rapidly expanded beneath his feet, engulfing the incoming sand bandits.

The sand bandits are not Nen Users, so they cannot see the Domain formed by Law, but Geralt and William can see it.

The reason why Geralt sent a hundred sand bandits to attack Law was precisely because he recognized him as a Nen User. He did not expect his men to be able to kill Law, but at least, he wanted to force Law to reveal his abilities.

The bandits rushed into the Domain without a hint of caution, their cruel laughter ringing out as they prepared to trample Law into the sand.

But then-

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A series of sickening squelches, like watermelons bursting, echoed through the air.

The sand bandits, who are normally fearless, felt their hearts seize as they turned to see their comrades' heads exploding one after another, as if crushed by an invisible force. Blood and skull fragments sprayed in all directions.

Law stood still, and coldly stared at the sand bandits about fifty or sixty meters ahead. He focused on controlling the single-point pressure force formed in various places within the Domain to crush the heads of the sand bandits one by one.

It was as if he wielded an infinite-ammo sniper rifle, picking off the bandits with terrifying precision.

In just five or six seconds, out of the one hundred sand bandits, only less than ten remained… their faces twisted in horror, their earlier bloodlust utterly gone.

"Run…!"

But before they could even turn, their heads burst like the others, their bodies collapsing into the bloody sand.

Seeing this scene, Geralt's face became extremely ugly, and his earlier confidence had completely shattered.

William, who had been rushing to assist, suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the nightmarish scene in front of him, which was a hellscape of blood and corpses.

Farther away, Fetima lowered her telescope, then covered her abdomen and vomited.