After Gon's match ended, a strange atmosphere hung over the entire fiftieth-floor waiting area.
People looked at Gon with awe and bewilderment.
A monster who could shove someone into a wall through brute strength had suddenly started using technique-and such uncanny technique at that. It sent chills down everyone's spine.
When Killua's match information appeared on the big screen, that atmosphere reached its peak.
"A-another one from that group!"
"That silver-haired brat scared his last opponent into surrendering."
"What trick is he going to pull this time?"
Amid the hushed whispers, Killua strolled into the ring with his hands in his pockets.
His opponent was a wrestler nearly two meters tall, his body knotted with muscle and a thick gold chain hanging around his neck.
The wrestler made a provocative throat-slitting gesture at Killua, spewing curses.
"Brat! I'm going to tear that delicate little body of yours apart today! Get ready to become scrap metal!"
Normally, Killua wouldn't even bother lifting an eyelid at such third-rate trash talk.
But now, he couldn't.
That bastard Lin Yan's voice echoed in his head again.
"Take three hits."
"No killing intent."
"No assassination techniques."
"Fight fair and square, like a martial artist."
Tch... what a twisted bastard. Killua rolled his eyes inwardly.
"Hey! Brat! Too scared to move?"
When Killua failed to react, the wrestler felt the humiliation of being ignored surge through him.
He let out a beastlike roar and charged forward with heavy, pounding strides.
His huge, fanlike hand rose high, not for a grapple, but for a devastating professional wrestling strike-the Backhand Chop!
With a whistle of rushing air, that massive hand chopped viciously toward Killua's chest.
Almost instinctively, Killua's body tried to activate Rhythm Echo...
Stop!
Killua clenched his teeth and forcibly stopped his body's instinctive dodge.
He closed