Will You Continue?

A few months later, the 200th-floor arena 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 replacement match.

Nearly every Nen user on the 200th floor had arrived.

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

"But after more than a year, he has finally fulfilled the ambition of countless martial artists, achieving a terrifying ten-match winning streak on the 200th floor and earning the right to challenge a Floor Master-level powerhouse! Can he get what he wants? Let us wait and see!"

"And the person 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 in over three years!"

"Woooo!!"

Hearing the host's words, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

They were incredibly excited.

These 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 light and greeted by countless cheers, the man approached Oboro with a cold expression.

Oboro did not look at him. He seemed completely unconcerned about this fight and merely swept his gaze over the system screen floating before him.

Host: Oboro.

Age: 19.

Combat Rank: Battle-hardened martial artist, skilled Nen user. (Can advance: Nen Master.) Overall Attribute Rating: Human Evolver.

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

"Hmm... That rose quickly." Oboro smiled knowingly.

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

Although his combat rank had risen quickly, the difficulty had actually increased. The higher his level became, the slower any future qualitative improvements would be.

After returning to the 200th floor and winning ten matches, his progress had been less efficient than expected. He had originally planned to leave Heavens Arena within two months... but he had still been delayed until now. During this time, he had also learned a kicking technique... while continuing to refine his Nen, 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 previous training in the Circus and the deep mountains, it had been almost four years.

Even with the system's help... this was as far as he had grown.

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

Closing the panel, Oboro looked up at the opponent already standing across from him.

Floor Master Sami.

He was a bare-chested man with a sturdy, muscular torso, his skin covered in tattoo-like patterns resembling totems.

The two knew each other.

After all, Oboro had been in Heavens Arena for so long that he was practically an old hand by now... They were bound to meet eventually. Besides, he was not the first person to challenge Sami. The Floor Masters of Heavens Arena were not permanent... Their strength varied, 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.

In the future, both Hisoka and Chrollo would be Floor Masters.

This sort of thing depended on the era. During some periods, the Floor Masters were stronger; during others, they were weaker.

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

For now, based on Oboro's investigations and understanding of the Floor Masters... these people still deserved to be called powerhouses.

Their realm was far above that group from several years later.

Floor Masters had their own rules. Within a certain time limit, as long as a Floor Master successfully defended the ring, he could rest as much as he wanted. If 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.

Though Oboro had made it look easy, there were many Nen users on the 200th floor, and new faces appeared every day. Yet not many could truly achieve ten victories... Fewer still could successfully unseat a Floor Master.

Thus... these Floor Masters lived relatively easy lives.

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

"I have a feeling that if there is a new Floor Master, 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 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 surrendering?"

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

"Don't misunderstand... I say my luck is bad because dealing with you will be much more troublesome than dealing with those immature rookies... It does not mean you are guaranteed to beat me. Arrogance is not a good thing." Sami loosened his joints and gave him a sharp, confrontational sneer.

"Besides... if your opponent is me, you may have to start over again..."

"Let me see it, then."

Oboro grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

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

The host immediately fanned the flames.

Oboro and Sami released enormous amounts of aura almost simultaneously.

The stone slabs beneath their feet gave faint cracking sounds as fractures appeared. Even tiny pebbles and dust seemed to float under the influence of this magnetic field.

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

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

"So strong... Their aura alone is on an entirely different level from everyone else's."

At such close range, Wing felt an oppressive pressure. His hair swayed constantly as if blown by wind.

Even Biscuit wore an unusually grave expression and said nothing.

Beep! The whistle sounded, and the match began! The instant the whistle fell silent, Oboro and Sami vanished from sight together, impossible for ordinary eyes to follow.

Wing's eyes darted rapidly as he constantly watched patches of empty space where explosions rang out.

Ordinary people could not even see afterimages. They were too fast! In Wing's eyes, their positions constantly shifted and changed... In only a few seconds, they had already exchanged dozens of moves! Each attack was sharper than the last, and each defense more resolute than the last! "Adjusting positions, observing the opponent, controlling timing, applying Nen techniques... In an instant, their brains can process and digest enormous amounts of information, then produce the best combat plan while maintaining control over themselves and reacting fully... Their fighting styles are entirely different, yet both have no weaknesses and leave almost no openings for the other to exploit."

Wing swallowed and spoke nervously.

Even as a spectator, one could benefit enormously from a battle of this level.

Not everyone had the chance to witness one...

Bang! A minute later, a figure burst backward from the space filled with nothing but the sounds of wind and impacts, flipping through the air before landing.

It was Sami.

Oboro had kicked him in the lower abdomen.

"Under such close-range, relentless attacks, his reactions can still improve again?" Wing looked at Oboro, who had likewise retreated and stood still, astonished.

"It's En."

Biscuit added, "After so long, his control over Nen has become increasingly precise and mature. This kid's use of Nen techniques has reached a certain level... This Sami may also be experienced, but he is no match for 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 is already obvious."

"His understanding of Nen was already profound. What he lacked was merely experience..."

"When true powerhouses fight, there is not much flashy nonsense. Details already determine victory and defeat... What's more, compared to when he first came to Heavens Arena, he has made up for his weaknesses. In that exchange just now, he used at least five different martial arts techniques to neutralize or counter his opponent's moves... Meanwhile, Sami barely endured Oboro's attacks, and his defense was extremely rushed."

"The flow of aura over his body is very natural... He also judged where his opponent's attacks would land. It is just like when Echimilu toyed with him back then, except... now their roles have switched!"

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

After hearing that, Wing let out a long breath.

Then he smiled in relief. "I knew Oboro should be able to handle it easily."

"What? Are you that close with him?"

Biscuit glared at her disciple with a displeased expression.

"Uh..."

"Don't celebrate too early. There's still Nen abilities... Nen abilities are full of uncertainty, and they are also the greatest trump cards and killing moves. What if that little bastard gets taken down?" Biscuit spoke petulantly, then suddenly rose from her seat and waved her arms as she shouted, "Come on! 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 arena stage, Oboro heard Biscuit's commotion and shot her a sidelong glance.

He casually tapped the toe of his dress shoe and looked at Sami. "Stop holding back. You should... still have another move, right?"

"Hmph!"

Sami bared his teeth, suddenly inhaled, and erupted with Nen power.

His belly swelled like a balloon.

Then he opened his mouth and spat out countless colorful bubbles, filling the entire arena.

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

Those seemingly fist-sized things released piercing waves 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 bubbles also burst with dazzling white light, interfering with his vision.

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

"Hahaha... My ability affects an area. Within such a limited arena, it is almost impossible to avoid. Even without substantial killing power, it can still greatly weaken my opponent... Against 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 to force me to use my full strength..." Sami walked toward Oboro without haste.

Ahead of him, Oboro's face was blank, and his eyes had lost their light... He seemed entirely 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 though it had been gilded, turning him into a golden statue.

Yet Sami's fist, filled with immense Nen power, had no effect whatsoever when it struck him!

"Huh?"

Sami froze.

He threw several more punches in succession, but still could not break through the golden substance covering Oboro like a layer of skin.

An ability!

It was his Nen ability!

Sami realized it.

At that moment, the golden light faded, and Oboro's rigid eyes suddenly moved, locking onto Sami at such close range.

"Not a bad ability."

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

He immediately stabbed Sami in the neck.

Sami trembled as if electrocuted, then instantly dropped to his knees and clutched his neck.

His expression was one of utter disbelief.

Blood dripped through the gaps between his fingers, splattering onto the stage one drop at a time.

"Will you continue?"

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