Early the next morning.
Barely had dawn broken when Wing found he could no longer sleep.
He sat cross-legged in his room, having stayed awake all night.
Yesterday's debate with Lin Yan on the balcony about "the Dao and Nen," along with Hisoka's malicious Playing Card, weighed on his heart like two mountains.
The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
Lin Yan's theories sounded wildly fanciful, but his confidence and the exquisite control he had demonstrated left Wing unable to refute him.
But letting two children with no grounding in Nen Abilities charge straight onto the 200th Floor to face a monster like Hisoka was practically murder!
As a teacher, he could never accept that.
"No, I have to talk to him again!"
Wing made up his mind.
Even if reasoning failed, even if he had to resort to force, he had to stop them from throwing their lives away.
He dressed, straightened his appearance, took a deep breath, and left his room.
Yet when he reached the corridor where Room 103 was located, he stopped abruptly.
Something was wrong with the air.
It was too hot!
The corridor was at least a dozen degrees hotter than anywhere else, and the closer he got to Lin Yan's room, the more pronounced the scorching heat became.
A dry, searing atmosphere filled the air, as though he were standing beside an enormous oven.
"What's going on?"
Wing's brow furrowed deeply. He focused Gyo in his eyes and looked toward Lin Yan's door.
What he saw made his scalp prickle.
In his vision, the door to Room 103 was no longer an ordinary door.
It was like a red-hot branding iron, radiating an astonishing amount of heat.
Even more frightening was the aura in the surrounding space.
It was