The 190th floor.
The receptionist held out four black keycards with both hands.
"Congratulations to all four contestants."
"These cards grant access to the exclusive elevator to the 200th floor."
The receptionist wore a professional smile.
"The rules for matches on the 200th floor and above are completely different from those below."
"Please be sure to register at the 200th-floor registration desk before midnight."
"Otherwise, you will lose your eligibility to compete on the 200th floor."
The four of them accepted the keycards.
Without hesitation, they walked straight into the exclusive elevator.
The elevator shot upward.
The weightless sensation made their ears feel swollen.
Ding.
They had reached the 200th floor.
The elevator doors slowly slid open.
Before them lay a dim corridor carpeted in red.
The registration desk stood at the far end.
Gon was the first to step out of the elevator.
The instant his foot touched the floor...
A terrifying pressure slammed into him without warning.
Gon's body abruptly froze.
He felt as though he had suddenly plunged into the depths of the sea.
Pressure bore down on his bones and organs from every direction.
Breathing became agonizingly difficult.
Killua followed right behind him.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his face went deathly pale.
That familiar, nauseating malice.
It was a hundred times stronger than what Zushi had radiated before.
The air was filled with an invisible mire.
Every step demanded an enormous amount of strength.
Kurapika stepped out as well.
He immediately drew the wooden sword from his back, bracing for a formidable enemy.
Dense goose bumps rose all over his skin.
His nerves went haywire, screaming warnings of extreme danger.
"Something's blocking the way."
Kurapika's voice was tight.
"Something invisible."
The three of them were pinned at the elevator entrance by that