How Could He...

The aura surrounding a person could reflect a Nen user's thoughts and emotions through its fluctuations and form.

Likewise, the bizarre variety of Nen abilities could directly reflect a Nen user's personality and experiences.

This was an underlying, inseparable connection.

Conversely—

Once Nen became prominent, it would amplify the strengths and flaws in a user's character, as well as their so-called values.

The good became better, and the evil became worse.

Thus, Nen users who disregarded human life would have no psychological resistance to viewing their own kind as mere ants.

The best example of this in the original work was the people infected by Molena's "Love's Practice Session"...

Their shared goal was murder.

So when they killed, they would not experience even the slightest emotional disturbance.

In their eyes, the lives of their own kind...

Were nothing more than points used to level up.

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

Therefore, in this setting where the power system exerted such a heavy influence, most Nen users had no limits or bottom line when committing evil.

The opponent before him, openly displaying Killing Intent on the arena, was undoubtedly the type who reveled in slaughter.

People like that...

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

Moro had no interest in Taegol's personality or past, nor would he condemn him for doing such things.

He only confirmed one thing.

The moment Taegol revealed his Killing Intent, he had defined this match as a fight to the death.

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

Then, Moro released his Aura to its utmost limit. For a moment, the Aura around him swayed gently like flames.

In contrast, Taegol, standing opposite him, poured pure Killing Intent into his Aura without concealment.

The Aura he emitted as a result greatly affected the referee.

As an ordinary person who knew nothing of Nen, the referee felt as if an invisible force had gripped his throat when faced with that Aura infused with Killing Intent. He could not speak for a while, and sweat quickly seeped across his face.

If not for his professional integrity, the referee would have turned and fled immediately.

He felt that Taegol was like a ferocious tiger baring its fangs, ready to tear into anyone around him without distinction.

"Mr. Referee, I trust you heard what contestant Taegol said just now."

Moro calmly said, "I accept contestant Taegol's proposal for a death match. Therefore, this match is now a fight to the death, and there is no longer any need for the referee to remain in the arena."

"O-Okay..."

The referee felt as though he had been granted a reprieve, but he did not immediately leave the arena. Instead, he suppressed his fear and looked toward Taegol with great difficulty, intending to confirm it as usual.

Taegol did not even look at him. "Get lost," he said coldly.

The referee immediately sprinted off the arena.

At the commentary desk.

The young and beautiful female commentator received the information and immediately shouted excitedly:

"What?! Contestant Moro and contestant Taegol have voluntarily initiated a death match! This means the match will become a life-or-death duel, no longer bound by any rules! Only one person can leave the arena alive—the opponent's death is the sole condition for victory!!!"

The commentator's voice spread throughout the venue.

The spectators, already excited for this showdown, felt some primal instinct awaken within them upon hearing the words "death match," and they all began screaming wildly.

The roar was so loud it nearly tore off the ceiling.

On the arena, as soon as the referee stepped down, Taegol could not wait to launch his attack.

He raised both fists before him and rapidly pressed toward Moro with quick, short steps.

The arena had very limited room to maneuver, and Taegol quickly closed the distance.

Without probing first, he confidently threw a jab straight at Moro's face.

A sharp whistle suddenly tore through the air. His pale fist was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.

Already on guard, Moro retreated in time. As he avoided the jab, he intended to focus on defense first and observe Taegol's attack pattern.

Yet in that very instant—

An invisible attack struck Moro's cheek.

A dull thud rang out.

Moro was suddenly hit. A jellyfish-shaped burst of air visibly rippled from his cheek, and his retreating steps immediately staggered.

"His Aura... extended."

At the moment he was hit, Moro saw the Aura around Taegol's fully extended fist abruptly expand and lengthen in the blink of an eye.

It was that suddenly extended Aura that had struck his cheek like a fist.

And judging from the sensation of the hit, this was not a conventional Aura manipulation attack.

If it were an Aura manipulation attack, it could not possess such power when their Aura offense and defense values were not far apart.

That Aura... had likely been given the property of impact.

A Transmutation-type ability.

Moro staggered backward and planted his right foot against the ground, trying to steady himself.

At that moment, all kinds of noises rose from the audience—gasps, cheers...

The spectators could not see Taegol's true strike. They could only see, after the brief exchange, that Moro had clearly dodged the fist yet had still been hit.

That visible result was precisely why they had given Taegol the title of Sonic Fist.

On the arena.

After landing a punch, Taegol gave Moro no chance to recover and pressed forward again with quick steps.

Just as Moro regained his footing, Taegol had already closed in before him. His jab, filled with Killing Intent, targeted Moro's upper body's vital areas.

Faced with Taegol's relentless follow-up, Moro did not allocate much Aura to his upper body for defense. Instead, he directed most of it into his legs.

Tap tap, tap—

In an instant, Moro drove off the ground with his toes. Like a gazelle, he made a light backward hop, then, the moment his heels touched down, sharply twisted and propelled himself into a high-speed change of direction.

Taegol's rapid jabs suddenly struck nothing but air.

When he reacted immediately, he did not retract his fist. Instead, he bent his elbow and drove it toward Moro, who had already moved to his side.

The Aura imbued with the property of impact extended from his elbow at that moment, invading toward Moro like an arm blade.

Yet Moro was still a step faster. His body carved a semicircular path across the arena, looping around to the other side.

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

He had just forced Moro to the edge. If he had seized the opportunity, he was confident he could have knocked Moro out directly.

Unfortunately, Moro had escaped using his footwork.

In the audience.

The long-ponytailed woman who had lost to Moro in the preliminary round suddenly widened her eyes and said in astonishment, "How does he know... my Gazelle Step? And... he's so fast!"

The footwork Moro had used just now was precisely the technique she had employed in the preliminary round.

Yet she had never expected to see Moro use it here!

But the issue was not merely that he had learned Gazelle Step. The explosive power and speed Moro displayed through that footwork had already reached a level she could not currently attain.

The long-ponytailed woman could hardly believe it.