Dancer

There was no doubt that Allen's sudden change of plans to remain, Hisoka's sudden appearance, and the news that the two would face each other in the ring in two days spread through the entire Sky Arena like a hurricane.

By half an hour before the match began, the stands were completely packed. There were even quite a few fighters from the two-hundredth floor, as well as Floor Masters plotting schemes of their own.

In their eyes, whether it was Hisoka, who often vanished without a trace, or Allen, who had risen so swiftly in such a short time, both possessed exceptionally formidable strength—strength that even surpassed the average Floor Master.

Therefore, whether it was to gather intelligence on an opponent's abilities or to observe both sides' habits and ways of thinking in battle, this match was well worth watching.

As Allen sat silently in the contestants' lounge waiting to take the stage, Illumi suddenly slipped past the two Staff Members outside without making a sound. He entered the room and gently placed a slip of paper covered in names beside the table.

"What is this?" Allen asked uncertainly.

"A list of the Floor Masters confirmed so far to be involved in the ambush plan," Illumi answered without hesitation.

"Oh—there are as many as eighteen? Looks like I really have provoked public outrage." Allen gave it a cursory glance, and a mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

In his view, every Floor Master involved in this plan was someone who lacked confidence in their own strength—a weakling, at least mentally.

Those truly powerful people who had confidence in themselves would never cast aside their pride and dignity to secretly engage in such contemptible little schemes behind the scenes.

"Do you need me to investigate their abilities for you? It's free. Hisoka has already paid for it," Illumi continued to ask expressionlessly.

It has to be said, as the eldest son of the Zoldyck Family, he was remarkably serious and professional when it came to being an Assassin.

But Allen smiled and refused. "No need, thanks. This time, I don't intend to waste time taking their abilities. Instead, I'll use a simple, swift, bloody, Savage slaughter to send everyone a clear message: this is what happens when they try to use methods outside the rules against me."

"You plan to face all eighteen of them by yourself?"

In a rare break from his usual indifference, Illumi looked at him as though he were a deranged madman.

"That's right! More precisely, it'll be me and my animal companions. Believe me, when it comes to killing quickly, I might be better at it than your entire Zoldyck Family put together."

After saying that, Allen casually tore the note into pieces and tossed them into the wastebasket. Then he turned and left the contestants' lounge, striding toward the arena.

Watching his receding back, Illumi narrowed his eyes unconsciously and murmured, "Better than our entire Zoldyck Family put together? If he wasn't boasting, then he must be hiding some unknown trump card. Is it that Red Dragon capable of taking other people's Nen abilities...?"

On the other side, Allen had already emerged from the narrow, dark contestants' passageway and stepped onto the two-hundredth-floor arena once more.

Only this time, instead of listening to the frenzied cheers from the audience and his fans, he quickly used the Hunter Skill "Track Humanoid Creature" to lock onto several Floor Masters in the stands who had set their sights on him, memorizing their Looks firmly.

All eighteen participants came without exception! Are they trying to use this opportunity to observe my abilities more closely?

At the same time, Hisoka slowly approached from the other side of the arena, overflowing with barely restrained excitement. Smiling, he said, "Finally—I'm standing before you again. Do you know? Ever since we parted last time, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the image of your final punch. So powerful! So violent! Like a dangerous beast driven into a rage!"

"Sorry, but I don't want you thinking about me all day, especially not in such a creepy way." Allen spread his hands helplessly.

To be honest, if he did not know that this clown-dressed guy simply enjoyed intense combat, he would definitely have deliberately landed a hard blow on a certain special area during the fight—a truly "fatal cock punch"—just to see whether Hisoka would dare say so much filthy nonsense to his face next time.

"Heh heh heh heh! Don't be so heartless. You must know that the red thread of fate between us has already become tightly entwined. And after my last defeat, I've developed new tactics specifically for you. By the way, that ability of yours that freezes people's lungs—it has a range limit and requires a certain amount of time to activate, doesn't it?" Hisoka probed meaningfully.

"Hmm, you guessed right. The maximum control range of that ability is the maximum range of my En," Allen replied directly.

However, he did not tell Hisoka that his En had now reached a radius of two hundred and sixty meters.

In other words, if he stood at the center of a small stadium, he could almost envelop the entire venue around him, including the spectator stands.

If he lowered the detection precision further and disregarded the rate at which his aura was consumed, he could theoretically expand it to twice that range.

"I see! In other words, as long as my attacks are fast enough and fierce enough, you won't be able to use that ability."

After saying that, Hisoka immediately bent down into a combat stance, and his aura erupted in an instant.

Seeing this, the referee hurriedly announced the start of the match.

As the last word was blurted out, Allen instantly wrapped his entire body in Ken, transforming his emission-type aura into terrifying propulsion and charging forward at a speed beyond sound.

Boom!

After a Loud Noise, his entire body tore through a white shockwave as he swung his fist, ready to give his opponent a huge surprise.

But just as he was about to strike, Hisoka immediately activated Stretchable Love, using its adhesiveness and elasticity to narrowly evade the blow.

But it was not over yet!

While flying through the air, he suddenly activated Stretchable Love from his Feet as well, anchoring its ends to the other side of the arena. Then, using the elasticity generated by the stretch as additional acceleration, he laughed wildly and threw the first punch of the match.

Bang!

Allen forcibly took it with Ken and Ryu, his legs plowing two furrows across the arena floor. Looking surprised, he said, "Using adhesiveness to change your points of leverage in midair, and elasticity to increase your movement speed, flexibility, and attack power. You really have given me quite a surprise."

"Hahahaha! So, do you like it?"

Hisoka laughed as he continuously darted around the arena, pushing his abilities to the limit.

At times, he even stuck several strands of Stretchable Love to the surface of his arms and fists, greatly strengthening his charged attacks through the rebound of tensile force and making them far more threatening.

At the same time, his angles and movements became extraordinarily tricky, with not the slightest pattern to follow. They could change at any moment in the next second.

If his previous fighting style had been that of a Magus who achieved his goals by deceiving his opponents, then now he was like a highly skilled dancer, using adhesiveness and elasticity as his mediums to continuously perform all kinds of difficult and highly captivating dances of battle.

There was no doubt that he was a true genius, a madman born for battle.

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