Above the fiftieth floor of Heavens Arena lay a whole new world.
Up here, the rules changed.
Win a match, and you advanced straight to the next floor, collecting prize money along the way.
Lose, and you stayed where you were.
But for Luo Ye and his three companions, those so-called rules might as well not have existed.
This place was nothing more than a giant ATM.
The fiftieth floor.
Gon stepped into the ring.
His opponent was a fat man who practiced Muay Thai.
The bell had barely rung.
Gon lunged forward and planted his palm against the man's chest with nothing but raw muscle power.
The fat man stumbled back a dozen steps and landed on his backside outside the ring.
An easy win.
The sixtieth floor.
Killua stepped into the ring.
His opponent was a skinny man wielding two swords.
Before the blades could even flash.
Killua's knife-hand had already struck the back of the skinny man's neck.
Two seconds.
Match over.
The seventieth floor.
Kurapika stepped into the ring.
He didn't even draw his wooden sword.
He shifted his footing, dodged his opponent's heavy punch, and struck a pressure point on the man's knee with a backhand blow.
His opponent dropped to his knees on the spot, unable to get back up.
But when Luo Ye's turn came, things took a decidedly bizarre turn.
The eightieth floor.
Luo Ye's opponent was a burly man covered in tattoos, with a vicious-looking face.
"Bad luck running into me, kid."
The burly man approached, flexing his fists.
Luo Ye yawned, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Come on. Put your back into it."
Enraged, the burly man slammed a fist into Luo Ye's stomach.
Thud.
A muffled impact rang out.
Luo Ye didn't budge.
The burly man, however, crouched