The referee finally announced the result.
Hisoka won by an overwhelming margin in points.
The outcome surprised no one.
But everyone knew that victory or defeat was no longer the true focus of this match.
Although Gon lost, that final punch proved his potential and worth. He earned everyone's respect.
Hisoka won, but the look in his eyes at the end sent a chill through everyone's hearts.
Those were not the eyes of a victor.
Those were not the eyes of a victor, but the undisguised hunger of an apex predator who had discovered tastier prey.
Medical staff rushed into the ring and carried Gon away on a stretcher, unconscious from exhaustion.
"Let's hurry and check on him!" Killua said anxiously.
"Right."
Wing nodded as well, a trace of lingering fear still on his face.
The two were about to leave when they noticed that Lin Yan was still sitting quietly where he was, unmoving.
"Lin Yan? Aren't you coming to check on Gon?" Killua asked, puzzled.
"You two go ahead."
Lin Yan drew his gaze away from the ring, his voice calm. "He's just exhausted. His life isn't in danger. Tell him for me that he did well."
"What about you?"
"I still have something to do."
Lin Yan stood and straightened his sleeves. "Go on. Don't wait for me."
With that, he turned and walked in the opposite direction from the exit.
Watching Lin Yan's solitary figure recede, Killua frowned deeply.
For some reason, he felt that Lin Yan's retreating figure carried a bleakness that heralded an approaching storm.
"What's he... going to do?"
Lin Yan did not go anywhere else.
Alone, he simply took a private elevator to the very top of Heavens Arena.
This area was closed to the public.
The elevator doors opened, and