The 200th floor of Heavens Arena.
An oppressively tense corridor.
Riehlvelt wheeled himself over and stopped outside a room.
Inside, Gon was recovering from his injuries.
A vicious glint flashed in Riehlvelt's eyes.
The kid was badly hurt.
It was the perfect chance to pick on an easy target.
He was just reaching out to push the door open.
An icy chill suddenly shot up his spine from behind.
Riehlvelt froze.
Cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.
Killua leaned against a wall nearby.
Both hands were tucked into his pockets.
His blue, catlike eyes had become pools of profound, deathly stillness.
Pure killing intent, without a trace of anything else.
It locked onto Riehlvelt.
"Get lost."
Killua's voice was soft.
But to Riehlvelt, it was nothing short of a death sentence.
Killua slowly drew one finger of his right hand out of his pocket.
The nail instantly lengthened, becoming sharper than a blade.
He casually dragged it across the wall.
A deep gash opened in the hard wall tiles as though they were tofu.
"If I catch you taking even half a step toward this room again."
Killua looked at Riehlvelt.
"I'll take apart every piece you've got left."
Riehlvelt didn't dare make a peep.
He spun his wheelchair around frantically and fled for his life.
Killua watched him scramble away and retracted his nail.
Gon needed peace and quiet to recover.
He would never let anyone disturb him.
Elsewhere.
The competitors' lounge on the 200th floor.
Luo Ye held a small notebook.
He wove through the crowd, his face wreathed in smiles.
Gon couldn't compete for the next few months.
Killua and Kurapika were also training in seclusion, working hard on the fundamentals of Ten.
Luo Ye was bored out of his mind.
He kicked his