Will You Continue?

A few months later, the arena on the 200th floor was packed to capacity.

This match had drawn everyone's attention.

The reason for such a spectacle was not Oboro's reputation as the Suit Thug, but because... it involved a Floor Master! A Floor Master challenge match.

Nearly every Nen user on the 200th floor had come to watch.

"Amid the blazing atmosphere... the first contestant to enter is the man known as the 'Suit Thug,' contestant Oboro! He once forged a legendary record at Heavens Arena and possessed the ability to end matches swiftly... Some longtime viewers should be quite familiar with him. However, after reaching the 200th floor, contestant Oboro seemed to encounter considerable obstacles and failed to climb any higher, which was truly regrettable..."

"But after more than a year, he has finally fulfilled the ambition of martial artists, achieving a terrifying ten consecutive victories on the 200th floor and earning the right to challenge a Floor Master-class powerhouse! Whether he can get what he wants, let us wait and see!"

"And the one accepting his challenge is none other than Floor Master Sami... Ever since Sami defeated the previous Floor Master, no one has been able to shake his position for over three years!"

"Ahhh!!"

Hearing the announcer's words, the audience erupted into thunderous cheers.

They were incomparably excited.

Those cheers were not meant to encourage Oboro, but to support Floor Master Sami!

People always worshipped the strong.

Oboro had already stepped onto the stage. Then, the arena darkened, and a spotlight shone down upon a figure.

Bathed in a halo of light and facing countless cheers, the man approached Oboro with an icy expression.

Oboro did not look at him. He seemed entirely unconcerned about this battle, merely sweeping his gaze across the system screen floating before him.

Host: Oboro.

Age: 19.

Combat Rank: Battle-hardened martial artist, Nen expert. (Can advance: Nen master.) Overall Attribute Evaluation: Evolved human.

Skills: Iron Shirt, Vajra Finger, Zhen Jiao, Ta Bu, God Fist, Xinyi Liuhe Quan, Six Sects Tan Tui.

"Hmm... I've improved quickly." Oboro smiled knowingly.

Just half a year ago, the system had still rated him as an elite Nen user. Now, he was an expert.

Although his combat rank had risen quickly, the actual difficulty had only grown greater. The higher one climbed, the slower it became to achieve any qualitative transformation in the future.

After returning to the 200th floor and winning ten matches, his pace had been less efficient than he expected. He had originally planned to leave Heavens Arena within two months... yet he had still been delayed until now. During this time, he had also trained in a kicking technique while continuing to patch up the gaps in his Nen abilities, treating it as a period of secluded training.

Thinking carefully, it had been nearly two years since he came to Heavens Arena... not a short time. Including his earlier training in the Circus and deep in the mountains, it had been almost four years.

Even with the system's assistance... he had only grown to this extent.

"Sure enough... even as a transmigrator, I can't underestimate any world."

Closing the panel, Oboro raised his head and examined the opponent who had already taken his place on the stage.

Floor Master Sami.

A man with his upper body bare, exposing a sturdy, muscular torso covered in tattoo-like markings resembling totems.

The two knew each other.

After all, Oboro had been at Heavens Arena for so long that he could now be considered an old hand... They were bound to meet eventually. Besides, he was not the first person to challenge Sami. The Floor Masters of Heavens Arena were not fixed forever... Their strength varied greatly, with some strong and some weak. The group of Floor Masters that appeared in the original movie had been so weak they were hard to watch. That was probably just a particularly poor batch and could not represent all Floor Masters.

Hisoka and Chrollo would both become Floor Masters in the future.

This was something that depended on the era. In some periods, the Floor Masters were stronger; in others, they were weaker.

It was related to the competitive environment and the level of other Nen users during the same period.

And at present, based on Oboro's investigations and understanding of the Floor Masters... these people deserved to be called powerhouses.

Their level was far above that batch from several years later.

Floor Masters had their own rules. Within a certain period, as long as a Floor Master successfully defended their arena, they could rest as much as they pleased. When another challenger appeared, they would be assigned to the next person in line. Unfortunately... this time, it was Sami's turn, and he could not refuse.

Although Oboro had made it look easy, there were actually countless Nen users on the 200th floor, with new faces appearing every day. Yet not many could truly obtain ten wins... and even fewer could successfully unseat a Floor Master.

Therefore... these Floor Masters generally had it quite easy.

They did not need to stay at Heavens Arena at all.

"I have a feeling that if a new Floor Master appears, it will definitely be you... I just didn't expect my luck to be so bad that it happened to be my turn..."

Seeing Oboro's relaxed expression, Sami spoke in a low voice.

He was serious.

He had to be serious!

He was not one of those idiots... He also knew what Oboro had been doing over the past year.

The suited man before him had possessed the qualifications to challenge a Floor Master long ago.

"Are you going to surrender?"

Oboro raised his brows, slipped both hands into his pockets, and smiled.

"Don't misunderstand... I said my luck was bad because dealing with you will be much more troublesome than handling those immature rookies... It does not mean you will definitely defeat me. Arrogance is not a good thing." Sami stretched his muscles and sneered provocatively.

"Besides... if your opponent is me, you'll probably have to start all over again..."

"Let me see it, then."

Oboro bared a row of white teeth.

"Ohohoh! Before the match has even begun, contestant Oboro and Floor Master Sami have already exchanged harsh words!"

The announcer seized the opportunity to stir things up.

Oboro and Sami released immense quantities of aura almost simultaneously.

The stone slabs beneath their feet cracked faintly, and even tiny pebbles and dust showed signs of floating under the influence of that field.

Below the stage, Wing clasped his fingers together and stared without blinking.

He was afraid of missing even the slightest detail of their battle...

"So strong... Their aura reserves alone are on a completely different level from everyone else's."

From such close range, Wing felt the pressure. His hair swayed continuously as though blown by the wind.

Beside him, Biscuit was unusually solemn and did not respond.

Beep! The whistle sounded, and the match began! The instant the whistle fell, Oboro and Sami vanished from sight together. Ordinary eyes could not possibly follow them.

Wing's eyes darted rapidly as he kept looking toward patches of empty air where explosions rang out.

Ordinary people could not even see their afterimages. They were simply too fast! In Wing's eyes, their positions constantly shifted and changed... In just a few seconds, they had already exchanged dozens of moves! Each attack was fiercer than the last, and each defense more resolute than the last! "Adjusting position, observing the opponent, grasping timing, applying Nen techniques... In an instant, their brains can process and digest enormous amounts of information before producing the optimal battle plan, all while controlling themselves and reacting fully... Their fighting styles are completely different, yet neither has any weakness, and they give the other almost no opening to exploit."

Wing swallowed and spoke nervously.

Even as an observer, one could benefit greatly from a battle of this level.

It was not something everyone had the chance to witness...

Bang! A minute later, a figure burst backward from the space where only wind and impacts could be heard, twisting before landing.

It was Sami.

Oboro had kicked him in the abdomen.

"His reactions can improve again even under such close-range, relentless attacks?" Wing looked toward Oboro, who had also retreated and now stood still, his eyes widening in surprise.

"It's En."

Biscuit added, "After so long, as his control over Nen has become increasingly precise and mature, this kid's execution of Nen techniques has reached a certain level... That Sami guy is also experienced, but he cannot compare with Oboro... He has already lost in terms of technique. Don't be fooled by the fact that they have only fought for a minute... The difference between them is already clear."

"He had always possessed a profound understanding of Nen. What he lacked was merely experience..."

"When true powerhouses fight, there aren't that many flashy tricks. Details have already decided victory and defeat... Not to mention that compared to when he first came to Heavens Arena, he has made up for his shortcomings. In that recent close-quarters exchange, he used at least five different martial arts techniques to defuse or counter his opponent's moves... Meanwhile, Sami only barely endured his attacks, and his defense was extremely rushed."

"The flow of aura across his body is completely natural... He also judged his opponent's points of attack, just like when Echimilu toyed with him back then, except... their roles have now been reversed!"

Biscuit glanced at Sami on the stage and said flatly, "That kick has already displaced his internal organs..."

After hearing this, Wing exhaled a breath of stale air.

Then he smiled in relief. "That's what I thought. If it's Oboro, he should be able to handle this easily."

"What? Are you close with him?"

Biscuit glared at her disciple with an unhappy expression.

"Uh..."

"Don't celebrate too early. There's still Nen ability... Nen abilities are full of uncertainty, and they're also the greatest trump cards and killing moves. What if that little brat falls flat on his face?" Biscuit said spitefully. Then she suddenly stood from her seat and waved her hand, shouting, "Go! You have to defeat him... You can do it!"

Clearly, she was cheering for Sami and wishing for Oboro's defeat.

"Master."

Wing smiled bitterly.

On the stage, Oboro heard Biscuit's commotion and glanced sideways.

He casually tapped the toe of his leather shoe and looked at Sami. "Stop holding back. You should... still have something up your sleeve, right?"

"Hmph!"

Sami split his mouth into a grin, suddenly inhaled, and his Nen surged wildly.

His belly swelled like a balloon.

Then he opened his mouth and sprayed out a large number of colorful bubbles, filling the entire stage.

Emission! Oboro narrowed his eyes. The next second, the densely packed bubbles around him all burst.

Those things, each seemingly the size of a fist, released a piercing tide of sound the instant they ruptured... The sound waves struck, nearly deafening Oboro in an instant and temporarily robbing him of his hearing.

Not only that, the bursting bubbles came with dazzling white flashes that disrupted his vision as well.

The bubbles turned into mist and spread through the air. When it touched Oboro's body, his limbs became sticky and heavy, as though filled with lead.

"Hahaha... My ability covers an area. In a confined space, it is almost impossible to evade. Even without direct destructive force, it can still greatly weaken an opponent... Against my previous challengers, I only used my ability to disrupt their hearing. That alone was enough... Losing one sense is enough to be fatal! You are the first person who has forced me to use my full strength..." Sami walked toward Oboro at an unhurried pace.

Ahead of him, Oboro's face was blank, and his eyes had lost their light... He seemed completely unaware of the sounds around him, standing stiffly in place like a target.

"It's over!"

Sami suddenly accelerated, lunging forward with a single step and throwing a punch at Oboro's face.

He intended to send him flying off the stage.

Just as the attack was about to land, a layer of golden radiance suddenly appeared over Oboro's body.

His entire body looked as if it had been gilded, turning him into a golden statue.

And when Sami's fist, brimming with immense aura, struck it, it had no effect at all!

"Huh?"

Sami froze.

He threw several more punches in succession, yet still could not break through the golden substance that resembled a layer of skin.

An ability!

It was his Nen ability!

Sami realized it.

At that moment, the golden light faded, and Oboro's stiff eyes suddenly moved, locking onto Sami at point-blank range.

"Not a bad ability."

After offering that praise, his arm turned into a black whip-like blur, fast as lightning.

It immediately jabbed Sami in the neck.

Sami shuddered as if electrocuted and instantly dropped to his knees, clutching his neck.

His expression was one of disbelief.

Blood splattered onto the stage in drops through the gaps between his fingers.

"Will you continue?"

Oboro looked at the opponent kneeling at his feet and asked with a smile.