Over the next few days, the three of them turned floors 50 through 100 of Heavens Arena completely upside down.
"Team Lin"-that was the nickname some spectators gave the trio.
That was because all three of their surnames contained "Lin" (Killua and Lin Yan went without saying, while Gon's surname, Freecss, sounded similar to "Lin" in certain dialects).
The nickname soon became a nightmare for every low-ranking fighter and gambler.
Gon's fights grew increasingly "mystifying."
He no longer sought to finish his opponents in a single blow. Instead, like a patient hunter, he kept moving and dodging around the ring.
Whenever his opponent's attacks reached their fiercest, he could always find that one opening. Then, with a single finger or a seemingly featherlight knife-hand strike, he made them lose their balance and take a bone-rattling tumble.
His opponents came and went-power fighters, speed fighters, technical fighters-but without exception, they ended up battered and bruised before him, utterly baffled by their defeats.
In the process, Gon's own understanding of "force" reached an entirely new level.
He learned Listening to Force, learned to sense his opponents' centers of gravity, and learned how to leverage the greatest power with the least effort.
Every move he made grew more precise, making formidable feats look increasingly effortless.
Killua's fights, meanwhile, grew increasingly "orthodox."
He completely abandoned his bizarre assassination techniques and lethal finishing moves.
Like the most traditional of martial artists, he stood in the center of the ring and met his opponents head-on with his fists, knees, and legs.
He no longer sought to kill with a single strike. Instead, he enjoyed the thrill of dismantling his opponents' techniques, predicting their movements, and crushing them with overwhelming speed and strength.
Bit by bit, he reined in his killing intent. In its place came a