Chapter 10

On April 17th, at the 221st floor arena [Yenmu], the seats were packed to the brim.

【Today, this is a highly anticipated battle! The unstoppable, undefeated fighter known as 'One-Punch Man' Heath has stepped onto the stage!】

【His opponent is the formidable Granfin, who boasts an impressive record of seven wins and one loss!】

The 221st floor has only one arena, [Yenmu], and its size is unimaginably vast. Row after row of glaring spotlights, a boiling audience, a host who was enthusiastically hyping up the atmosphere, and the contestants standing on either side of the stage.

A silver-haired teenager walked to his seat with a cup of iced fruit drink. The ticket cost him 100,000 Zeni, so he was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

This teenager is named Killua Zoldyck. If Heath saw him, he would immediately recognize him as the legitimate heir of the Zoldyck family, the most famous assassin clan in the Hunter world, a prodigious genius, and, like Gon Freecss, one of the main protagonists of this world, destined to be the hero.

Killua sighed in relief when he realized the match was still a few minutes away. He had spent too much time queuing for the drink, never expecting the beverage shop to be so popular. He looked around and suddenly felt a chill, like a startled kitten.

Not far from him, a tall man dressed in flamboyant clown attire sat, his eyes fixed intently on the two fighters about to face off, filled with interest.

His name is Hisoka, known as the 'Death Magician,' a battle maniac, a seasoned Nen user, a professional Hunter, and the arch-nemesis of this world's protagonist, Gon Freecss.

Oh no, it's Hisoka! Killua thought, feeling his mood dampen. He wasn't afraid that Hisoka would attack him on the spot, but just the thought of this pervert being nearby was enough to ruin his good mood.

But if Hisoka is so interested in these two, does that mean they are truly exceptional? This thought made Killua's interest perk up again. He took a sip of his juice through the straw and refocused his attention on the stage.

Killua carefully recalled the information he had seen about the two fighters before the match.

The young man with glasses named Heath, at first glance, somewhat resembled his Nen instructor, Wing, but he looked more handsome and had a more slender and perfect build. It was just that his face was always hard to see clearly, and those glasses were really a hindrance. According to the introduction, he had fought his way up from the lower floors to the 221st floor, just like Killua and Gon, always defeating his opponents in one move. It was unclear whether he had learned Nen.

As for Granfin, he was incredibly strong. Having a record of seven wins and one loss in the 221st floor, where Nen users are abundant, already spoke volumes. He might be on the same level as Hisoka, a top-tier Nen user!

Who will win? Killua had initially planned to bet on Granfin, but at the last moment, he inexplicably bet 5 million Zeni on Heath.

At this point, the host's incessant commentary came to an end, and the match was about to begin in 10 seconds!

Heath, dressed in a black tracksuit, had lustrous, slightly curly black hair that fell past his ears. His [Superman's Concealing Glasses] perfectly concealed his appearance. He twisted his neck and arms, then looked at his opponent across the stage.

This was a burly middle-aged man, dressed in dark red ethnic clothing, with short, spiky brown hair. His ordinary face had deep-set eyes, and his narrow eyes glowed like dim lamps in the darkness, emitting an unpleasant light. Notably, his hands were pale and delicate, with long, slender fingers and large knuckles, resembling the long, segmented limbs of a spider.

【... The match begins!】

With the sound of a whistle, the match officially started.

Heath slowly mobilized his Nen, a thick, mountain-like aura of powerful Nen energy flowing like a semi-solid fluid over his body. Instead of launching an immediate attack, both fighters began to circle each other, looking for weaknesses.

"By the way, do you have any buddies named 'Slytherin' or 'Hufflepuff'? Or is your nickname 'Ravenclaw'?"

Hearing Heath's teasing question, Granfin didn't seem to care, but a smirk appeared on his face.

"Trash talk? That's something only street thugs do... Your [Nen] is good, but just good, kid!"

The floor tiles beneath his feet suddenly shattered, and Granfin seized the opportunity to burst forward toward Heath. His hands, especially his fingers, were covered in highly condensed Nen, forming claws that aimed for Heath's chest and head from two directions!

Heath assumed a fighting stance, and his Nen-encased arms moved incredibly fast, exchanging dozens of blows with Granfin in an instant!

With the tiles flying everywhere, the stage was filled with the sound of intense, rapid impacts.

"Both fighters have launched into a fierce battle from the start! So fast! Both Heath and Granfin are moving so fast! I can't see clearly!"

Not just the female host who screamed, even the referee standing beside the stage had to shield his face from the flying debris while squinting to keep track of the fighters.

"Ah!"

After a prolonged close-quarters struggle without a clear winner, Granfin decisively stomped on the floor tiles, causing a loud explosion. The tiles shattered, and debris and dust rose to his waist.

Trying to obscure his vision with the dust? Heath narrowed his eyes and leaped backward, escaping the dust cloud. Almost simultaneously, a claw-shaped Nen attack slammed into the spot where Heath had been, missing its target.

Did it really miss?

Granfin's smirk widened, and he brought his fingers together, forming a spear-like shape. He thrust forward into the dust cloud with a piercing Nen attack!

Five invisible Nen threads, shaped like spider legs, extended through the dust and debris, greatly increasing the attack range, aiming for Heath's head, who had already moved away!

Heath suddenly became alert and quickly dodged, but his cheek was still grazed, and his shoulder was torn by the attack.

Hmm? I thought I had moved away, but it was Nen!?

This put him at a disadvantage.

Seizing the opportunity, Granfin crouched low and pounced like a tiger, landing a powerful claw strike on Heath's sternum, covered in condensed Nen. The Nen exploded, sending Heath flying backward and crashing into the back wall of the stage.

Crash! The wall shattered into many pieces, partially burying the fallen Heath.

"Critical Hit! Down!"

The referee finally saw clearly and quickly announced the score, which changed to 4-0 on the large screen.

Granfin, following the rules, did not pursue the attack. He stood in place, dusting off his clothes, appearing calm on the surface but feeling a tumult of emotions inside. The kid's reaction was too fast, and he instinctively leaped backward at the last moment to minimize the impact. The attack probably didn't cause much damage.

Killua, in the stands, was stunned, forgetting to sip his drink. These two are so strong! He used his powerful dynamic vision to track their movements, noticing that they moved incredibly fast and accurately, and their Nen flowed rapidly only during the brief moments of contact, allowing them to switch between offense and defense in half a second.

Killua tried to replicate this but found he couldn't control the flow of Nen for such rapid transitions, let alone the instantaneous ones like Heath and Granfin.

Bang!

The pile of rubble where the wall had been shattered exploded, sending debris flying.

Before the referee could start the countdown, Heath sprang up from the rubble, dusting himself off, looking unharmed except for his torn clothes.

Granfin's eyebrows twitched. What, is his defense too strong? Even with the reduced impact, the 'Tiger Fang Thrust' I used had penetrating force and a lot of Nen. How is he still fine?

"Can you continue the match?" the referee asked urgently.

Heath twisted his neck, making a dull cracking sound, and said casually, "Of course."

With that, he returned to the stage, pointing at Granfin, who was half a stage away, with a confident smile. "I've seen through your [Nen ability], Dumbledore. In other words..."

"I'm going to win this match!"