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Feeling the pressure of time—

For him, who needed to kill Feitan ten months later, where should he focus his efforts?

Moro didn't have Gon and Killua's luck, meeting Wing first and then Bisky…

If he were to ask Bisky this question, he would probably get an answer immediately.

But Moro didn't have Bisky; he could only figure out the answer himself.

He wondered if there was any need to linger and train in the matches below the 200th floor of Heaven's Arena.

The answer was yes.

He wasn't short on money, so there was no need for him to rush through the 200 floors like Gon and Killua.

What he lacked more at the moment was experience and understanding in the realm of martial arts.

And compared to the floors above the 200th, where the focus was already on Nen abilities, the matches below the 200th floor were more likely to feature skilled martial artists like the one he just faced.

Originally—

Moro had come to Heaven's Arena for the Nen users.

But after witnessing a martial arts duel that decided both victory and defeat, his thoughts had shifted somewhat.

Since his rebirth, everything he had to do was aimed at the "death of Feitan."

Therefore, in the direction of becoming stronger, he had to consider Feitan's combat characteristics.

Thus, Moro naturally concluded—

How to deal with Feitan's speed and offense would inevitably be the key to successfully killing him.

Setting aside accumulated combat experience, he at least needed to be able to see through Feitan's swift blades.

Moro relied on his own understanding and arrived at a general answer through his thoughts.

Without a master like Bisky guiding him, he didn't know if the choice he made at this moment was correct.

All he could do was to align his actions with his beliefs. Since he had set his course, he could no longer hesitate.

And these ring matches in Heaven's Arena…

They could help him compensate for his weaknesses.

"Come again."

Moro's thoughts returned to reality. He turned to face the long-ponytail woman who was clutching her palm and retreating.

Hearing Moro's words, the long-ponytail woman's brows furrowed almost together.

"You..."

She wanted to ask something but felt it was inappropriate, so she closed her mouth, enduring her surprise and the pain in her palm, and attacked Moro once more.

Still using her skillful and well-practiced footwork, she moved into Moro's blind spot while charging.

"He's dodging, which means..."

As she struck, the long-ponytail woman noticed Moro's barely managed dodge, and her heart settled instantly.

She changed her move, her descending palm strike suddenly shifted downwards, hitting Moro's shoulder.

Bang!

Another muffled thud echoed from the ring.

Immediately after—

Hiss!

The long-ponytail woman felt as if her palm had struck iron. She gasped again, clutching her agonizingly painful hand, and recoiled as if electrocuted.

So hard...

How could it be this hard?

Even with advanced martial arts, it shouldn't be to this extent!

Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on the long-ponytail woman's forehead.

For her first strike, she had held back a little, considering Moro's youth.

For her second strike, she had already recognized Moro's strength and didn't hold back.

Yet, by not holding back, she suffered a more severe backlash.

Clutching her now red and swollen palm, the long-ponytail woman felt her bone might be fractured, her heart filled with solemnity.

She looked closely at Moro and saw...

He was lost in thought again?!

The long-ponytail woman's cheek twitched.

Meanwhile, Moro was contemplating the recent exchange.

Although he hadn't anticipated the long-ponytail woman's sudden change in attack, his Nen had reacted faster than his body.

It was just too rushed, so I couldn't control the intensity of my Nen.

As a result, my opponent took too much reflected damage.

This was definitely not what Moro wanted to see.

He could tell that the long-haired woman in front of him was skilled in martial arts.

Putting aside her physical strength, the quick footwork she used to get behind him just now reminded him of Killua.

So, Moro wanted to experience the long-haired woman's offense as much as possible within the limited three minutes, hoping to gain something from it.

But it seemed he had truly scared the other party just now.

Moro quickly finished his thoughts and looked at the long-haired woman, who was already covered in cold sweat. He said earnestly, "Come on again, I'll be careful this time, and I promise not to fight back."

"..."

The long-haired woman fell silent and gritted her teeth hard.

With one hand likely fractured, she had already considered giving up.

But seeing Moro's reaction, she was unwilling to accept it.

Beside them.

Even the experienced referee couldn't help but show surprise at Moro's performance at this moment.

Not to mention some of the participants watching the match from the stands.

"He hit her, but she's the one who got hurt..."

"He's actually distracted and thinking in the middle of a match... That's too arrogant."

"To fight like this, hmph, it's only because he hasn't met me."

Some participants in the stands were discussing animatedly.

Only one handsome man remained silent, staring intently at Moro on the stage.

On the stage.

Moro looked earnestly at the long-haired woman, who gritted her teeth, unwilling to lose the match in this way.

"Hah!"

The long-haired woman abandoned her footwork. Adjusting her breathing, she mobilized all her muscles with all her might, then stomped forward and charged at Moro.

Straight punch!

She settled into a horse stance and threw a straight punch at Moro's abdomen.

Moro lowered his eyelids, using his eyesight to track the woman's incoming fist.

Power, speed, angle.

All elements were fused into this punch, giving it a pleasing feel.

This method of exertion and the punch itself had clearly undergone countless targeted adjustments and training.

However—

He could see it all too clearly.

As expected, footwork is also very important...

If this punch had been supported by footwork, I, lacking experience in dealing with it, probably still wouldn't have been able to defend against it.

In a flash, Moro felt his thinking process was different from usual; he could think of many things in such a short moment.

Then—

Moro lowered his hand and placed his palm in the direct path of the long-haired woman's punch.

He even consciously controlled the intensity of the Nen aura surrounding his palm.

Bang!

The long-haired woman's fist hit Moro's palm heavily, but it was as if all her strength was poured into cotton, yielding no feedback.

Moro didn't budge, and the long-haired woman froze in place like a statue.

"You..."

The soft, deep-water-like resistance from her fist sent a jolt of daze through the long-haired woman.

She felt as if she had touched upon a realm she couldn't comprehend.

Then, she dazedly looked up at Moro.

Fortunately, what she saw was no longer a contemplative reaction, but the young man's smile, as warm and pleasant as a spring breeze.

"Thank you."

Moro withdrew his hand and thanked her sincerely.

I can learn a lot in this place.

At this moment, Moro was absolutely certain.

The long-haired woman opened her mouth, then finally, with great powerlessness, lowered her arm.

"Referee... I concede."