Several hours later, in the competitors' ward at Sky Arena, Hisoka finally regained consciousness and woke from his coma.
The instant he opened his eyes, he saw Illumi's expressionless face. In a half-joking tone, he teased, "Now I finally know what it feels like to be hit by Sonic Fist. If I'm not mistaken, Allen treated me afterward again, didn't he?"
"Mm! He made you drink a bright red potion that looked like blood, and within just a few seconds, your body completely recovered from its battered, near-death state. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed something so miraculous existed in this world." Illumi answered with his hands crossed beneath his chin.
It was obvious that he was in quite a good mood today. Even his cold face briefly showed the faintest trace of a smile.
"A potion? Was it something created by a Nen ability?"
Hisoka slowly sat up in bed and began examining his body. He discovered that aside from some lingering soreness, all his broken bones, torn muscles, and damaged internal organs had completely recovered to the state they had been in before the battle.
If not for the excruciating pain that still lingered in his mind, pain beyond the limits of human endurance, along with the indescribable memory of those high-speed blows, he might have thought everything that happened earlier had been an illusion.
But unfortunately, it had been no illusion. It had really happened, and more than once.
"I don't know, but I can sense the powerful life force contained within it. Perhaps it has something to do with that dragon-like red Nen Beast. According to my observations, it devours more than just aura and abilities—it also devours the target's body." As he spoke, Illumi pulled a bottle of