The arena fell silent

Just how much had he looked forward to this reunion...

The aura surrounding Hisoka was pouring out wildly, surging and churning.

It clearly conveyed excitement and anticipation that had reached their absolute peak.

He did not mind even if Moyu regarded him as a "ripe apple."

As long as he could fight Moyu here, Hisoka could not care less about such trifles.

Wasn't that why he had been willing to compete at Heavens Arena under the nickname "The Tumbler"—for even the slightest chance of this?

And now Moyu had finally appeared.

For Hisoka, nothing else mattered anymore.

"Right here would be fine, too."

Hisoka held his right hand against the small of his back, a playing card caught between his fingers. The desire to fight was plain in his eyes.

He could hardly wait anymore.

And the duel just now had given him a warm-up. The timing could not have been better.

Feeling the aura pouring from Hisoka, saturated with overwhelming emotion, Menchi's heart trembled.

This guy was definitely a pervert!

In that instant, Menchi gained a visceral understanding of Hisoka.

She swiftly mobilized her Nen, watching Hisoka with wary, guarded eyes.

Yet Hisoka had eyes only for Moyu. From beginning to end, he had not spared her a second glance.

Moyu did not respond to Hisoka's fighting spirit. Instead, he said calmly:

"Good things come to those who wait. Wait for me in the ring. I want this fight just as much as you do."

"Ah~ I'm so happy to hear you say that."

Hisoka slowly brought his right hand out from behind his back and turned his palm upward. The playing card between his fingers pointed toward Moyu, and a dangerous gleam shone in his narrow eyes.

"But I can't wait any longer."

"Then I'm sorry. If we