The next morning.
At the arena on the two-hundredth floor.
The spectator stands here were smaller than those below.
But everyone seated here was either a wealthy, influential gambler or a die-hard fighting fan.
The atmosphere was stifling yet frenzied.
The referee stood at the edge of the ring, microphone in hand.
"For today's opening match."
"We have Sadaso, a veteran of the two-hundredth floor, facing the newly promoted rookie, Luo Ye!"
As the announcement rang out.
Sadaso stepped into the ring.
He wore that eerie mask, his empty left sleeve fluttering in the breeze.
On the other side.
Luo Ye ambled into the ring.
He wore a loose white T-shirt today, both hands tucked into his pockets.
He looked exactly like someone who had just woken up and gone downstairs to buy breakfast.
In the stands.
Gon, Killua, and Kurapika sat in the front row.
"He isn't even warming up."
Killua watched Luo Ye's movements.
"He's way too cocky."
Kurapika watched with rapt attention.
"Watch closely. This is our first time seeing a real Nen battle."
In the ring.
Sadaso watched the laid-back Luo Ye, his lips curling into a cruel smile beneath his mask.
He had never intended to pay those five hundred thousand Jenny.
He only wanted to tear this ignorant brat to pieces in the cruelest way possible.
He would make an example of him.
That had always been his way.
"Begin!"
The referee shouted.
Luo Ye didn't move.
He looked at Sadaso.
"Ready, boss?"
Luo Ye gave him a reminder.
"We signed up for the five-hundred-thousand package. Hit me however you like. I absolutely won't fight back."
Sadaso burst into wild laughter.
"You little punk! Go collect your five hundred thousand in hell!"
His only remaining hand, his right, shot up.
An enormous surge of