The Meaning of Slaughter

Competitors who are highly regarded in Heaven's Arena are often given nicknames by the audience.

This stage is where spectators gradually transform into fans.

The birth of a nickname depends on the characteristics a fighter displays in the ring.

When Moro stepped into the ring, the most frequent thing he did was, after failing to counter an opponent's move, he would immediately enter a state of deep thought to analyze and strategize, seeking a better response. He would then guide his opponent to recreate the previous exchange.

If he encountered an opponent with exquisite martial arts, his thinking frequency and intervals would noticeably increase.

As a result, after a few days, the audience and fans following Moro came to agree on the title "The Thinker."

And they discovered a pattern from it.

The longer Moro spent in contemplation in the ring, the higher the opponent's skill level.

During this period, Moro, being the center of attention, naturally heard the nickname "The Thinker," and many fans even approached him for autographs.

The atmosphere in Heaven's Arena is generally like this, with a strong fan effect.

Furthermore, because martial arts matches can have betting pools on the spot, many spectators who enjoy betting live become fervent fans of those consistently winning fighters.

Moro wasn't particularly concerned about these unavoidable phenomena.

The nickname "The Thinker," he thought, sounded better than the original work's "Knife Hand Killua" or "Palm Push Gon."

While he might not care about the nickname itself, he wouldn't ignore the potential threat from the fanbase.

Just imagine if a large group of fans suddenly rushed over...

Such a chaotic scene would provide a perfect assassination environment for a killer.

Moro wouldn't even be surprised if a killer suddenly pulled out a bazooka from the crowd.

Moro came to Heaven's Arena partly to hone his own strength, and partly to openly face the retaliatory pursuit from Nolan.

However, this didn't mean he would readily offer an opportunity for assassination, such as being surrounded by fans.

On the fifth day.

Moro completed ten matches, effortlessly advancing to the 100th floor.

Within the tiered structure of Heaven's Arena, there are several dividing lines.

From the 1st to the 100th floor is the first dividing line.

At this level, the overall skill of the competitors significantly increases, and their treatment also fundamentally improves.

This leads many fighters to resort to any means necessary to stay above the 100th floor, striving to maintain their ranking.

Moro was aware of this, but after a few days, he had fought his way up to the 160th floor without encountering any harassment or targeting.

Perhaps his seemingly indestructible performance in the ring deterred some malicious individuals from acting rashly.

"I've gained a lot during this time."

After finishing his match on the 180th floor, Moro returned to his room.

In less than ten days, he had fought a total of 18 matches.

Moro encountered all sorts of opponents, learning many offensive and defensive tactics. More importantly, he expanded his cognitive understanding and accumulated valuable experience step by step.

It's worth mentioning...

His observational skills, honed in the antique appraisal industry, were subtly applied to his combat.

Because he consistently focused on observing his opponents' exertion habits, after more than ten matches, he could often predict an opponent's next move from just subtle physical reactions.

Although ten days isn't a long time, Moro could clearly feel his growth.

He was like a sponge or a blank sheet of paper; having started from zero, he could better appreciate the explosive progress made in a short period.

The next day.

Moro stepped onto the competition stage heading for the 190th floor.

Having gained considerable experience recently, he had already set his sights on the 200th floor and above.

Therefore, he changed his original plan of taking things slower...

If he won his two matches today, he would advance to the 200th floor.

"The Thinker, The Thinker!!!"

"Hahaha, Moro the Thinker, I bet on you again today, don't disappoint me!"

"Go, Moro!!!"

The audience seats were completely full, with most of them there specifically for Moro.

A single entry ticket had already been marked up by scalpers to several times its original price.

This usually only happens for matches above the 200th floor, which shows Moro's popularity in Heaven's Arena.

Moro achieved this near-fanatical fan effect in just ten days.

This is precisely why those self-proclaimed strong fighters flock to this arena.

It's simply the fastest path to fame.

"Here they come—this highly anticipated match is about to begin."

The announcer's clear voice echoed throughout the venue, somewhat drowning out the crowd's noise.

"Now stepping onto the stage is the unstoppable, undefeated 'The Thinker,' Moro! And his opponent is 'Sonic Fist' Taegol, who is also undefeated and has been advancing with incredible momentum!"

Before the match, the announcer, as usual, introduced the basic information of both contestants.

When she mentioned 'Sonic Fist' Taegol, a roar of cheers erupted from the audience seats.

"Taegol, take him down! You can do it!"

"What kind of bullshit 'The Thinker' is that? Taegol, use your Sonic Fist to send him to hell, haha!"

Clearly, in the world of the arena where strength reigned supreme, this fighter was also very famous and had many fans among the audience.

Moro took his stance on the left side of the ring, his gaze fixed on the passageway ahead.

A man with a lean physique and a buzz cut emerged from the passageway and walked towards the stage.

The man was bare-chested, wearing yellow boxer briefs, and his hands were wrapped in layers of white bandages.

Moro sized up Taegol, and a hint of surprise flickered in his calm, steady gaze.

The other party...

was a Nen user.

Moro's eyes swept over the Nen surrounding Taegol; it was very stable Ten, suggesting his fundamentals were not weak.

Meeting Moro's assessing gaze, Taegol strode onto the stage with a cold expression.

"'The Thinker'... Hmph, ordinary people don't know the truth, so they blindly praise you, mistaking it for your effortless skill."

Taegol raised his right fist, emphasizing the word "ordinary" as he spoke coldly, "But after today, your corpse will help them recognize the truth."

"Corpse?"

Moro raised an eyebrow, not understanding the intense hostility.

For a moment, he almost thought the opponent was someone sent by Nolan.

Seeing Moro's somewhat bewildered reaction, Taegol's eyes glinted with killing intent as he sneered, "Don't overthink it. This isn't special treatment. I only do one thing when I step into the ring: kill my opponent."

"Hmm? Is it necessary to go this far?"

Moro asked calmly.

Hearing this, Taegol slowly released his Nen, which swirled around his muscular body.

"If strength isn't for killing, it's meaningless. The arena just legitimizes this act."

"..."

Moro frowned in silence, then smiled with understanding.

Seeing his smile, Taegol's gaze grew colder.

In the audience seats.

Fighters from Heaven's Arena who had previously lost to Moro, and even the long-haired woman who lost in the preliminaries, were present to watch.

They didn't have Moro's consistent winning ability, so they naturally paid close attention to those who were on a fierce winning streak.

That's why they knew 'Sonic Fist' Taegol.

And this guy was precisely the ruthless and brutal type of fighter they least wanted to face—he completely disregarded his opponent's life in the ring!

"Go crush that bastard!"

As previous losers, they openly cheered for Moro.

Although Moro's contemplative reactions in the ring had made their losses feel particularly frustrating, they would rather face Moro than a brutal fighter like Taegol.

In a lively corner of the audience seats.

There was a handsome man who, unlike the surrounding clamor, silently watched Moro on the stage.