The ace of hearts pinned to the alloy railing looked like an eye staring into the abyss, radiating a sickening sweetness and menace.
Hisoka's distinctive handwriting, imbued with a twisted beauty, looked especially glaring in the morning light.
"I'll be waiting for you on the 200th Floor~"
That bright red heart offered not the slightest warmth. Instead, it resembled a drop of blood about to fall.
The Nen clinging to the card was viscous and cold, laden with naked killing intent, giving the entire message a sick, chilling undertone.
Wing's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression grew grave.
It wasn't as though he had never met powerful fighters. Some had even been top-tier Nen users.
"This unpleasant aura..."
Of course he recognized the card, and he knew who that aura belonged to. In Heavens Arena, everyone knew that name-Hisoka.
That magician, who did as he pleased and delighted in slaughter and combat, was not merely a regular here. He was also one of the powerhouses standing at the summit of this tower-a reigning "Floor Master."
Wing knew exactly how much weight the title "Floor Master" carried. It meant fighting through tens of thousands of martial artists to stand at the pinnacle above the 200th Floor.
Hisoka's strength was no rumor. It was an established fact built upon the blood of countless opponents.
"Hisoka..."
Wing's fingers stiffened slightly as he adjusted his glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes held an unprecedented gravity. "I never expected him to be here too. And... he's been watching us all along."
He abruptly turned toward Lin Yan, his gaze filled with a seriousness and warning unlike anything before.
Earlier, he had merely worried that Gon and Killua would be unable to endure their initiation on the 200th Floor. Now, the situation had changed completely, taking