"Huh?" Zushi looked utterly bewildered. Why had he suddenly been singled out?
Killua pulled an equally bewildered Gon out of the elevator. Giving a warning was already more than enough.
He had no desire to face that guy.
That guy was the same kind of person as his brother Illumi.
A dangerous person.
Hyuga Akira did not care at all that his intentions had been exposed. His only aim had been to lay the groundwork for making contact with Wing anyway.
After collecting his prize money, he continued competing. On the fiftieth floor, Hyuga Akira did not run into those three.
The sixtieth floor.
The seventieth floor.
The eightieth floor.
The hundredth floor.
"Disappearing Hyuga Akira, Handblade Killua, and Pushing-Hands Gon have all won six consecutive matches! Who can stop their advance?!"
The announcer's voice rang throughout the venue.
Hyuga Akira picked at his ear. He felt no excitement, only noise.
Over this period, he had earned a total of:
[Experience: 184]
That tiny amount of experience looked downright paltry. Having seen experience totals in the tens of thousands, Hyuga Akira rather looked down on such meager gains.
As for "Disappearing Hyuga Akira," that was simply because they could not see his movements. He ended his fights by striking pressure points to knock his opponents unconscious.
The Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist aimed to cut off an opponent's chakra flow. Even without chakra, it could still render an opponent unconscious.
He stepped out of the ring.
After the hundredth floor, the prize money began to change, and the arena also began providing rooms.
The hundred-and-tenth floor.
"Today's match promises to be more spectacular than ever-a clash between two young prodigies!"
"Handblade Killua versus Disappearing Hyuga Akira!"
Hyuga Akira, who had been sitting listlessly in the stands, immediately perked