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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 puffy dress sat at the edge of the bed, swinging her feet... looking as though she still wanted more.

Biscuit cupped her cheeks with both hands and said like a little girl lost in love, "Amazing! I never thought such an outstanding prospect would appear in Heavens Arena... A priceless rough gemstone—if properly polished, it might become an incomparably dazzling jewel."

After sighing in admiration, she looked at her apprentice Wing, who was standing beside her, and asked with a smile, "What did you see?"

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

"Mm... you're right. His matches were simply him attacking with overwhelming physical strength... there was no technique to speak of." Biscuit nodded, rewound the television footage with the remote, and pressed pause. "Look here. He used the explosive power of his lower body to accelerate, instantly closing in on his opponent... Now look here. Pay attention to his hands... Do you see the problem?"

"It seems... the skin on his palms is rougher? And larger?" Wing observed for a moment before cautiously answering.

"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 was wearing clothes, judging from the way his body moved, his flesh and muscles were far denser and tougher... He should also have mastered a defensive martial art similar to the Body Tempering Lineage's techniques. Unfortunately, from the moment he entered the arena until now, no one has been able to force him to use his true methods." When it came to the physical body, Biscuit was an expert.

She could spot the issue at a glance.

"Also... he's fought so many matches, yet the way he ended them never changed... Once or twice would be one thing, but after using it so many times, it still worked. Were the other Fighters not guarding against him? No... nobody wanted to lose, and they certainly weren't idiots. In the matches after the hundredth floor, it was obvious his opponents were already staying alert... yet they still fell for it. Why?"

Biscuit looked at her apprentice.

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

Wing thought for a moment and gave 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 formed a faint afterimage, leaving behind a trailing blur.

Biscuit stepped forward, pointed at Oboro's indistinct shadow, and asked, "Tell me... within this several-centimeter-long afterimage, where exactly is his body at this moment?"

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

Wing muttered.

"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 deliberately or inadvertently covered Oboro's shadow with her finger... he actually felt as if there were only one person in the arena.

Oboro did not exist.

His senses... were receiving no information.

"You realize it now, right... This Oboro is an expert at concealing and changing his aura. His body is a lethal bullet. What's even deadlier is that you can't see that bullet..." Biscuit stared at Oboro in the footage with gem-colored eyes, a trace of confusion in them. "He reminds me of someone. It feels familiar..."

"Who?"

Wing asked.

"Chairman Netero."

"He isn't merely concealing his aura. What's astonishing is the change in his aura... You have to understand, a person's aura is tied to their physique, spirit, life, and more. Concealing one's aura is something that can be achieved through training, but... changing it is comprehensive. It requires more than cultivation. You must also explore, observe, understand, and comprehend... experience the energy of all living things and see through the essence of life."

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

Wing was deeply startled.

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 heart must be exceptionally pure and must pursue perfection! Of course, this Oboro's level... is still far inferior to Chairman Netero's. But at his age, merely beginning to glimpse the path is already an utterly unbelievable thing!"

Wing swallowed, his mind shaken.

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

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

"Oh, right, I should remind you... This person is definitely a Nen user too. Anyone capable of reaching such a level with aura must already possess an incredibly thorough understanding of Nen. Training Nen would be child's play to him." Biscuit switched off the television and clapped with a smile.

"You seem rather eager to see me get taught a lesson by him..."

Wing gave a bitter smile.

"Mm, don't put it like that... I just saw a handsome young man with potential and got a little excited."

Biscuit looked bashful, her eyes brimming with springtime affection. "Mm... your chances of winning really are low. First, your physical strength is far below his. Second, aside from concealing and changing his aura, his perception of aura must also be monstrous! In other words, none of your movements can escape his notice. Fighting him would also be highly beneficial for your growth. Anyway, prepare well... Don't feel pressured. At worst, you can just surrender..."

"..."

Wing was speechless.

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

"Where are you going?"

Wing asked.

"Someone this interesting... naturally, I have to go meet him..."

Without looking back, Biscuit shut the door and left.

Leaving Wing alone to let out a soft sigh.

Then, he turned the recorded matches back on...

Knock, knock, knock.

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

Someone knocked on his door. Wearing only a white bathrobe, he looked toward the entrance... 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 with flushed cheeks. She looked only twelve or thirteen... cute and adorable, with big 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 against Wing, Oboro revealed a faint smile.

"Who are you looking for?"

Oboro asked despite knowing perfectly well.

"Hello, big brother... My name is Biscuit, and I'm your fan... Sorry... for disturbing you so late... I... I really like you..." Like a girl whose heart had begun to flutter, Biscuit poked her fingers together as she spoke, sending coquettish glances with her innocent eyes in an attempt to win Oboro over with her cute-girl charm.

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

Oboro started acting as well.

Although Biscuit had disguised herself well, her eyes kept darting toward Oboro's exposed body... When she saw the sleek muscles beneath his bathrobe, she even secretly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

"I like you so much... I 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 against his abdomen, and rubbed against him incessantly.

"..."

Oboro.

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

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

Seeing Oboro 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 left... Before I die, I want to fulfill one last wish: to be with the person I like... Big brother, can you grant me that wish?"

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

"Boo-hoo-hoo... I'm so happy!"

Biscuit pretended to be deeply moved, though barely a tear could be seen.

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

A thought flashed through Biscuit's mind.

She did not actually like Oboro. She was simply interested in this young man, so she had come to probe him and learn 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 inside and sit for a while? We can chat."

Oboro smiled and invited her in.

"Can I?"

"Mm."

"That's wonderful..."

Biscuit then walked into Oboro's suite. From the moment she entered, her gaze swept across 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 too... that was a little strange.

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

"Ah!"

Biscuit cried out and covered her eyes with both hands, fitting her role perfectly as she spoke in panic. "Big brother... you... what are you doing?"

Could this Oboro be a pedophile?!

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

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

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

Biscuit continued pretending, though she was already prepared to strike.

At the same time, she branded Oboro as a bad person in her heart... Bad review! She had originally thought Oboro might be a wonderful rough gemstone, which was why she had approached him. But now... Biscuit had lost interest.

No matter how great his potential was, such vile character made him worthless all the same.

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

Suddenly, Biscuit heard Oboro's calm voice.

"This is the competitors' residential area. At this hour, a little girl comes to my door claiming to be my fan, without her parents accompanying her... Don't you think that's a little too fake?"

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

"If you're going to act, at least commit to it... okay?"

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

The pale skin on Biscuit's wrist warped slightly.

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

Biscuit easily leaped backward several steps and landed three meters away.

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

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

His entire arm was numb and aching.

And that was only a punch from Biscuit while she maintained her young girl's appearance. She had not transformed into her true muscular form.

She had not used Nen power either. It had been a purely physical contest.

Across from him, Biscuit also reset her dislocated wrist.

"You're different from what I imagined... I thought you were someone with a good personality, but you're actually so awful... You don't even know how to be gentler with girls." Biscuit pouted in complaint.

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

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

At the same time, she was shocked... She had not held back that punch. She had intended to teach that bastard a lesson.

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 the moment you were born and possessed extraordinary talent, it would be impossible for you to strengthen your body to such a degree... Judging from that punch just now, reaching this level of physical training would require at least a long period of time."

"So... can I assume that your real age is far greater than your appearance suggests?"

"The reason you can maintain this appearance... is it your ability?"

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

She had not revealed anything at all... They had merely exchanged a single blow, and after just one encounter, 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 no ordinary terrifying opponent.

She had to treat him cautiously! Oboro remained utterly calm as he watched Biscuit's changing expression.

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

"Forget you. Even if Netero came, I could tell you every last detail about him, right down to the underwear he wore..."