Keep It Up, Hisoka

Moyu had only reached the 200th floor yesterday, yet today he had given everyone a rather strange match.

No matter how odd the match had been, the spectators would at least remember how effortlessly Moyu had handled Vortex.

Neil, meanwhile, had racked up his fourth loss. Unless he had another chance to start over, he would have to leave Heavens Arena.

Under countless watching eyes, Moyu, victorious in his first match, stepped off the ring and headed for the exit passage.

The ordinary spectators weren't the only ones following the match. The 200th-floor fighters were watching too.

"Good thing I backed out last night..."

"What a shame for Neil the Vortex Whip. He was just one win away from qualifying to challenge a Floor Master."

"Before the match, he must've thought he'd finally found the perfect opportunity. Instead, he walked straight into a trap."

"That's the price of looking for shortcuts."

"Illumi, was it...? How is he already this strong at his age?"

Among the 200th-floor fighters watching were the dozen or so Nen users who had crowded around the registration window last night.

They had hoped to take a point off Moyu, the newcomer. Instead, he had scared them off with his presence alone.

Now, seeing Neil fall into that trap, they felt relieved, though their feelings were complicated.

If Moyu had concealed his strength last night, they might have raced to sign up for matches against him, then lined up to lose without knowing what they were getting into.

Thinking about it, they owed Moyu some thanks for sparing them.

Little did they know that Moyu had no interest in becoming a Floor Master. He only wanted to gain experience through combat, and their skill clearly wasn't enough to give him what he needed.

In Netero's private tea