How Could He

The Nen surrounding a person reflects the user's thoughts and emotions through its fluctuations and forms.

Similarly, the myriad of Nen abilities directly mirror the user's personality and experiences.

This is a latent, deeply interconnected relationship.

Conversely—

Once Nen becomes prominent, it amplifies a user's strengths and weaknesses, as well as their worldview.

The good become better, the evil become worse.

Therefore, those who disregard human life will psychologically view their own kind as mere ants without any internal resistance.

The best example of this in the original work are those affected by Molena's "Love's Practice Session"...

Their unified goal was to kill.

So, when killing, they didn't experience even the slightest psychological fluctuation.

In their eyes, the lives of their peers...

Were nothing more than experience points for leveling up.

And the existence of Nen would make their views and actions even more unshakeable.

Thus, in this context where the power system heavily influences behavior, most Nen users are without bottom or limit when committing evil.

The opponent before him, baring killing intent on the stage, was undoubtedly the type who reveled in slaughter.

Someone like this...

Once they awakened a Nen ability, it would inevitably be one that increased lethality.

Moro had no interest in Taegol's personality or background, nor did he question why he acted this way.

He only confirmed one thing.

When Taegol revealed his killing intent, he had already defined this match as a death match.

With no intention of speaking further, Moro, at the referee's signal, stood in his designated position.

Then, Moro released his Nen to its maximum, and for a moment, the Nen surrounding him swayed gently like flames.

In contrast, Taegol, standing on the opposite side, poured pure killing intent into his Nen without any concealment.

The aura emanating from this greatly affected the referee.

As an ordinary person who didn't understand Nen, the referee felt as if his throat was being choked by an invisible force when facing this aura imbued with killing intent, leaving him speechless for a moment, sweat beading on his face.

If not for his professional demeanor, the referee would have wanted to turn and flee immediately.

He felt as if Taegol was a ferocious tiger baring its fangs, ready to tear apart anyone around him indiscriminably.

"Mr. Referee, I'm sure you heard what contestant Taegol just said."

Moro said calmly, "I accept contestant Taegol's proposal for a death match, so this match is already a death match and the referee is no longer needed on the stage."

"Y-yes..."

The referee felt as if he had been granted a great pardon, but he didn't immediately leave the stage. Instead, he suppressed his fear and looked with great difficulty at Taegol on the other side, intending to confirm as usual.

Taegol didn't even look at him and said coldly, "Scram."

The referee immediately scrambled down from the stage.

On the commentary desk.

The young and beautiful female commentator received the information and immediately exclaimed with an excited tone:

"What! Contestant Moro and Contestant Taegol have voluntarily initiated a death match! This means the match will evolve into a fight to the death, with no rules whatsoever. Only one person can survive the stage, and the death of the opponent will be the sole condition for victory!!!"

The commentator's voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

The audience, already excited for this confrontation, had a certain gene activated within them upon hearing the word "death match," and they all roared fanatically.

The sound was so loud it almost shook the ceiling loose.

And on the stage, as the referee descended, Taegol impatiently launched his attack.

He raised both fists in front of him and, with small, quick steps, pressed towards Moro.

The fighting area of the entire stage was very limited, and Taegol quickly closed the distance.

Without any probing, he confidently threw a jab directly at Moro's face.

A sharp piercing sound suddenly erupted in the air. The white fist was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Moro, who had been on guard, retreated in time, dodging the jab while intending to focus on defense and observe Taegol's attack pattern.

However, at that very moment—

An invisible attack landed on Moro's cheek.

With a dull thud.

Moro was suddenly struck, and a visible jellyfish-shaped ripple of aura vibrated on his cheek, causing his retreating steps to falter.

"The Nen... it's been extended."

The moment he was attacked, Moro saw the Nen on Taegol's outstretched fist suddenly expand and lengthen.

It was this abruptly extended Nen that struck his cheek like a fist.

And judging by the sensation upon being hit, this wasn't a conventional Nen manipulation attack.

If it were a Nen manipulation attack, it wouldn't have this much power when the Nen offense and defense values were not significantly different.

That Nen... must have been imbued with the property of impact.

It was a Transmuter ability.

Moro stumbled backward, planting his right foot to stabilize himself.

At this moment, various sounds erupted from the audience seats, including gasps and cheers...

The spectators couldn't clearly see Taegol's actual punch. They only saw that after a brief exchange, Moro, who had clearly dodged the punch, was still hit.

This direct result was precisely why they had given Taegol the moniker "Sonic Fist."

On the stage.

Taegol landed a punch and gave Moro no chance to adjust. He pressed forward again with quick steps.

Just as Moro regained his footing, Taegol had already closed the distance, his killing intent-filled jab aimed at Moro's upper body vital points.

Facing Taegol's follow-up assault, Moro didn't allocate much Nen to his upper body for defense. Instead, he channeled most of his Nen into his legs.

Tap, tap, tap—

Suddenly, Moro pushed off with his toes, his body making a light backward hop like a gazelle. Then, the moment his heels landed, he twisted and propelled his body into a high-speed directional change.

Taegol's rapid jabs struck empty air.

When he reacted immediately, he didn't retract his fist. Instead, he bent his elbow and thrust it toward Moro, who had already moved to his side.

The Nen, imbued with the property of impact, extended along his elbow at that moment, aggressively lunging at Moro like an arm blade.

However, Moro was still a step faster. His body traced a semicircular trajectory across the stage, maneuvering to the other side of the ring.

Taegol's pursuit missed, and he stopped abruptly at the edge of the stage, his brow furrowing slightly.

He had just forced Moro to the edge of the stage. If he had seized the opportunity, he was confident he could have KO'd Moro directly.

Unfortunately, Moro had used his footwork to evade.

In the audience seats.

The long-ponytail woman, who had lost to Moro in the preliminary rounds, suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, "How could he... my 'Gazelle' footwork, and... so fast!"

The footwork Moro had just used was the very technique she had employed in their preliminary match.

She never expected to see Moro use it here!

But the problem wasn't just that her Gazelle footwork had been copied; it was the explosive power and speed Moro displayed with it, reaching a level she couldn't currently match.

The long-ponytail woman found it hard to believe.