The Threshold of Nen

After a string of victories, the three of them finally stepped into the elevator corridor leading to the 200th floor of Heaven's Arena. The elevator rose slowly, the air pressure shifted, and the atmosphere grew Gyo.

"We finally made it to the 200th floor," Gon murmured.

But the moment the elevator doors opened, a suffocating pressure rushed at them. The two, who had been excited moments ago, instantly froze, as though an invisible wall had pinned them down and left them unable to move.

"What... is this?" Cold sweat beaded on Killua's forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

"It feels like my whole body is sinking..." Gon endured the discomfort, yet he could not take even a single step forward.

Three fighters stood before the doors, radiating an almost tangible pressure. One of them stood with his arms crossed, the corner of his mouth curled in a half-smile as he watched them, as though he was already used to this sort of scene.

"What's wrong? Too scared to come in?" asked the fighter spinning a top on his finger, his voice laced with malice.

Ryan stood in front of the other two, his expression unchanged. He slowly stepped forward, closing in on the group one step at a time until he stood less than half a meter from the man with the top.

"If you don't withdraw that disgusting aura..." Ryan's tone was cold, his gaze like ice. "I won't mind crushing your head right here."

His body jolted, and his aura erupted in an instant, rising like blazing fire yet remaining perfectly controlled. The three men's expressions changed. The top-spinner immediately withdrew his aura, and the other two fell silent as well.

Gon and Killua finally felt their bodies loosen, and they gulped down air.

"You... why are you