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Meanwhile, in another room.

Two people had also finished watching all of Oboro's match recordings.

A blonde girl in a frilly dress sat at the edge of the bed, swinging her feet... her expression suggesting she still wanted more.

Biscuit cupped her cheeks in both hands and said like a young girl lost in love, "Amazing! I never expected such an outstanding prospect to appear in Heavens Arena... a priceless rough gemstone. If properly polished, he might become an incomparably dazzling jewel."

After sighing in admiration, she looked at her disciple Wing beside her and asked with a smile, "What did you notice?"

Wing pushed up his glasses with a finger and shook his head. "He finished his matches too quickly. Every time, he defeated his opponent right after the referee blew the whistle... That explosive speed and strength... are terrifying. As for the rest..."

"Mm... you're right. In his matches, he simply attacks with overwhelming physical strength... there's no technique to speak of." Biscuit nodded, rewound the television footage with the remote, and pressed pause. "Look here. He uses the explosive power of his lower body to accelerate and instantly close in on his opponent... Now look here, pay attention to his hands... Do you see anything?"

"His palms seem... a little rougher? Bigger?" Wing observed for a moment before answering tentatively.

"Simply put, this person's body isn't on the same level as other Fighters. They're practically two different species... And he has definitely trained in some martial art involving his palms. Although he's wearing clothes, judging from the way his body moves, his flesh and muscles are far denser and stronger... He should also possess a defensive martial art similar to those of the Body Tempering Lineage. It's just a shame that, from his debut until now, no one has been able to force him to use his real methods." When it came to physical bodies, Biscuit was an expert.

She could spot the issue at a glance.

"And... after fighting so many matches, his way of ending them has never changed... Once or twice would be understandable, but he's used it so many times and it still works... Were the other Fighters not guarding against him? No... no one wants to lose, and they certainly aren't idiots. In the matches after the hundredth floor, you could tell his opponents had already become vigilant... yet they still fell for it. Why?"

Biscuit looked at her disciple.

"The difference in their bodies... It's like an ordinary person facing a bullet. Even if they see it, their own physical limitations prevent them from dodging."

Wing thought for a moment before giving his answer.

But Biscuit wagged a finger. "That's only one reason... You haven't noticed the key issue."

"The key issue?"

Wing froze.

Biscuit adjusted the footage again.

On the television, Oboro's movement created an afterimage, leaving behind a blurred trail.

Biscuit stepped forward, pointed at Oboro's indistinct shadow, and asked, "Tell me... within this afterimage only a few centimeters long, where exactly is his body positioned at this moment?"

"By normal logic, it should definitely be at the very front..."

Wing murmured.

"Look carefully."

Biscuit had no intention of explaining.

A moment later, cold sweat appeared on Wing's forehead, and his pupils contracted.

He couldn't tell...

When his master intentionally or unintentionally covered Oboro's shadow with her finger... he even felt that there was only one person in the arena.

Oboro did not exist.

His senses... gave him no information.

"You realize it now, don't you... This Oboro is an expert at hiding and altering his aura. His body is a deadly bullet. What's even deadlier is that you can't even see the bullet..." Biscuit's gemstone-colored eyes stared at Oboro on the screen with a hint of confusion. "He reminds me of someone. It feels very familiar..."

"Who?"

Wing asked.

"Chairman Netero."

"He isn't merely hiding his aura. What's astonishing is the way he changes it... You must understand, a person's aura is tied to their physique, spirit, life, and more. Hiding one's aura is something that can be achieved through training, but... changing it requires a comprehensive transformation. It isn't just cultivation. It also requires exploration, observation, understanding, and insight... experiencing the energy of all living things and perceiving the essence of life."

"Even you can't do that, Master?"

Wing was deeply stunned.

Biscuit shook her head. "I probably could, but it would require an extremely long and tedious amount of time... To reach that realm, one's mind must be utterly pure and pursue perfection! Of course, this Oboro's level... is far behind Chairman Netero's, but for someone his age to have just glimpsed the path is already unbelievably incredible!"

Wing swallowed, his mind shaken.

As an inheritor of Shingen-ryu, he knew exactly what his master's words meant.

Even if Oboro was a hundred thousand miles behind Chairman Netero, the fact that Biscuit mentioned him alongside that old man was enough to explain everything.

"Oh, right, I should remind you... This person is definitely also a Nen user. Anyone who has attained such mastery over aura must already understand and be exceptionally familiar with Nen. Training in Nen is practically child's play to him." Biscuit turned off the television, clapped her hands, and smiled.

"You seem rather eager for him to teach me a lesson..."

Wing gave a bitter smile.

"Mm, don't put it like that... I just got a little excited after seeing such a promising, handsome young man."

Biscuit looked bashful, her eyes full of springtime affection. "Mm... your chances of winning really are very low. First, your physical strength is far inferior to his. Second, aside from hiding and altering his aura, his perception of aura must also be absurdly sharp! In other words, none of your movements can escape his notice. Fighting him would also greatly benefit your growth. Anyway, prepare well... Don't feel pressured. At worst, you can just surrender immediately..."

"..."

Wing was speechless.

After saying that, Biscuit skipped happily out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

Wing asked.

"Someone this interesting... naturally has to be met..."

Biscuit shut the door behind her without looking back.

Leaving Wing alone to let out a soft sigh.

Then, he turned the recorded match footage back on...

Knock, knock, knock.

Oboro had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom.

Someone knocked on his door. Wearing a white bathrobe, he looked toward the door... It wasn't an arena staff member.

Besides, it was already late.

An unfamiliar aura... and a powerful one...

Oboro walked over and opened the door expressionlessly.

Standing outside was a shy young girl, her cheeks flushed red. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old... cute and kawaii, with large pink eyes that sparkled as they blinked.

"..."

Oboro's heart stirred.

He recognized her at once.

Biscuit! That old hag pretending to be young.

Thinking of his upcoming match with Wing, Oboro revealed a faint smile.

"Who are you looking for?"

Oboro knowingly asked.

"Hello, big brother... My name is Biscuit, and I'm your fan... Sorry... for disturbing you so late... I... I really like you..." Biscuit acted like a girl whose heart had begun to flutter, poking her fingers together as she spoke and firing off charm with her innocent eyes, trying to conquer Oboro with her cute-girl aura.

"Oh... Do you need an autograph?"

Oboro began acting too.

Although Biscuit hid it well, her eyes kept drifting toward Oboro's exposed body... When she saw the streamlined muscles beneath his bathrobe, she even secretly wiped away drool from the corner of her mouth.

"I like you so much... I really, really like you... Big brother, can you be my boyfriend?"

The next second, Oboro's entire body tensed. Biscuit suddenly pounced on him, hugged him, buried her head in his abdomen, and rubbed against him repeatedly.

"..."

Oboro.

After saying that, Biscuit raised her cute face and looked up at Oboro, her watery eyes waiting for his answer.

It felt as if she would burst into tears the next second if Oboro refused.

Seeing him remain silent, Biscuit's voice choked slightly. "Actually... actually, I'm about to die... I have a terminal illness. The doctor said I don't have long to live... Before I die, I want to fulfill one final wish: to be with the person I like... Big brother, can you grant me that wish?"

Hearing this, Oboro laughed inwardly and nodded warmly. "Sure, no problem... Thank you for liking me. It would be my honor to be your boyfriend!"

"Boohoohoo... I'm so happy!"

Biscuit pretended to be deeply moved, though not many tears came out.

His profile says he's eighteen. Just as expected... he's so easy to fool!

A thought flashed through Biscuit's mind.

Naturally, she did not truly like Oboro. She was merely interested in this young man, so she had come to probe him and find out more about him.

What kind of background did Oboro have? Who was his master?

She wanted to know all of it.

"Then would you like to come in, sit down, and chat?"

Oboro invited her with a smile.

"Can I?"

"Mm."

"That's wonderful..."

Biscuit then entered Oboro's suite. From the moment she stepped inside, her gaze swept over every corner, trying to find any valuable clues.

Click.

Suddenly, Biscuit heard the sound of a lock engaging, and her heart skipped.

Closing the door was normal, but locking it as well... was a little strange.

She turned around and saw Oboro suddenly remove his bathrobe, leaving only a pair of shorts underneath. His expression was cold.

"Ah!"

Biscuit screamed and covered her eyes with both hands, perfectly maintaining her persona as she asked in a frightened tone, "Big brother... wh-what are you doing?"

Could this Oboro be a pedophile?!

"No need to be so formal... We're boyfriend and girlfriend now, so you should take off your clothes too. Or... should I help you?" Oboro walked over quite naturally and forcefully grabbed one of Biscuit's arms.

It was as if he had become a completely different person in an instant.

"Ah! Big brother... my hand hurts, let go of me..."

Biscuit continued acting, though she was already preparing to strike.

At the same time, she labeled Oboro a bad person in her heart... Bad review! She had originally thought Oboro might be a wonderful rough gemstone and had deliberately approached him. Now... Biscuit had lost interest.

No matter how much potential he had, if his character was this vile, he was worthless all the same.

"Stop pretending. Aren't you tired? I'm tired just watching you..."

Suddenly, Biscuit heard Oboro's calm voice.

"This is the contestants' residential area. At this late hour, a little girl comes to my door, claims to be my fan, and has no parents with her... Don't you think that's a little too fake?"

"Besides, I invited you into my room and you came in without any caution at all... That isn't the kind of psychological composure a girl your age should have."

"If you're going to act, at least act the whole part... okay?"

As Oboro spoke, the fingers gripping Biscuit's wrist began to tighten.

The fair skin around Biscuit's wrist distorted slightly.

Bang! The two suddenly seemed to collide, separating the instant they made contact.

Biscuit casually jumped back several steps and landed over three meters away.

Oboro raised his arm and looked at the bruised, swollen lump on his forearm, narrowing his eyes.

This old hag's monstrous strength... was no joke! He had already used Iron Shirt to defend himself, yet the struck area had still been injured.

His entire arm was numb and aching.

And that was only a punch from Biscuit while she maintained her young girl appearance, without transforming into her muscular true form.

She had not used Nen either. It was purely a contest of physical strength.

Across from him, Biscuit reset her dislocated wrist.

"You're different from what I imagined... I thought you were a nice person, but you're actually this nasty... You don't even know how to be gentle with girls." Biscuit pouted in complaint.

She understood that Oboro was not a pedophile. He had simply been deliberately making things difficult for her.

He had seen through her deception from the very beginning...

At the same time, she was deeply shocked... She had not held back that punch. She had intended to punish this bastard.

Yet the damage she caused was far less than she had expected.

"A girl?"

Oboro lowered his arm and stared at Biscuit. "At your apparent age, even if you had trained from birth and possessed extraordinary talent, it would be impossible for you to strengthen your physical body to this degree... Judging from that punch just now, it must have taken at least a very long time to train your body to such a level."

"So... can I assume that your real age is much older than your appearance?"

"Is the reason you can maintain this appearance... your ability?"

Biscuit's expression changed drastically, and her pupils shrank to pinpoints.

She had not revealed anything... They had only exchanged a single blow, only met face-to-face for a moment, yet Oboro had analyzed all of that? What kind of monstrous mind was this? Biscuit suddenly felt a chill run down her spine... She realized that the man standing before her was not ordinarily frightening.

She had to treat him cautiously! Watching Biscuit's changing expression, Oboro remained utterly calm.

Naturally, the old hag did not know his background...

"Forget you—even if Netero came, I could lay out every last detail about him and strip off his underwear..."