Chapter 40

Without a doubt, with the match against Lizard concluding and winning three consecutive games in an overwhelming manner, Allen thoroughly became a star on the 200th floor of the Sky Arena.

Whether it was the enthusiastic audience or the half-hearted fighters on the 200th floor, they all realized that this was a true "dragon crossing the river," and his Nen abilities were extremely complex and versatile.

Furthermore, with his terrifying reflexes and solid fundamentals, even the floor masters would find it difficult to win against him.

At the beginning, there were still some arrogant or fearless individuals who came to challenge him by name.

But as the number of unfortunate souls swallowed by the red dragon's cocoon increased, the number of challengers began to dwindle.

Eventually, the cunning and deceitful fighters even united to incite and encourage the newly promoted fighters from the lower floors, who had yet to awaken their Nen abilities, to challenge Allen, hoping to force him to achieve ten consecutive victories and cause trouble for the floor masters.

However, to their surprise, after giving these newcomers a baptism of Nen abilities, Allen immediately announced his surrender and returned to the first floor to start over.

His actions not only left the fighters on the 200th floor stunned but even the management of the Sky Arena found it hard to believe.

After all, most of the fighters who came to the 200th floor aimed to become floor masters and participate in the biennial world tournament.

But Allen, on the other hand, completely disregarded the position of floor master, which symbolized glory, and left the arena without a hint of reluctance.

Meanwhile, after systematic training and practice, Bodoro made his debut on the arena, easily defeating a Nen user of the Enhancement type.

In this way, a month passed by in the midst of the noise and excitement from the outside world.

When Allen returned to the 200th floor for the third time, two unexpected visitors arrived at the Sky Arena.

They were none other than Killua and Gon, who had just left the Zoldyck family's stronghold.

"Wow! So high! So many people! Is this the Sky Arena?" Gon exclaimed with wide, curious eyes.

Coming from Whale Island, an isolated environment, this was the first time he had seen such a bustling scene.

"Hehe! That's right! This is the Sky Arena. Let me tell you a secret, when I was a kid, my dad left me here, and it took me almost two years to reach the 200th floor," Killua whispered mysteriously to his friend.

"Two years? That long!" Gon was clearly surprised.

Killua shrugged nonchalantly and explained, "Well, I was only six years old back then, so it naturally took more time. But now it should only take a few days. Besides, didn't you also open the Trial Gate? I believe you can handle the fighters below the 150th floor with just a push."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go sign up quickly!"

Being an impatient person, Gon couldn't hide his excitement and dragged his friend to the registration area without a second thought.

Before long, the two boys, holding their numbers, began their rapid ascent.

Although they had not yet learned Nen, they possessed talents far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Killua, who had been trained as a strict assassin from a young age, naturally didn't need to be mentioned. If he were to take things seriously, many of the 200th floor fighters would be killed in an instant.

Gon, although not having undergone systematic training, had long been in close contact with nature, exuding a keen perception akin to that of a wild beast. His speed, agility, strength, and flexibility were all far superior to most adult males.

Moreover, after recently completing a special training and pushing open a gate weighing several tons, most martial artists couldn't even withstand a light push from him.

In just three short days, they easily reached the 190th floor.

Just as they were about to complete their final match and reach the 200th floor, they suddenly saw a boy their age, holding a ticket for a 200th floor match, excitedly shouting, "Thank you so much! Master! I never thought Allen would have a new match right after returning to the 200th floor, and his opponent is even a floor master!"

"Hehe, this is a reward for your hard training these days. Besides, having a goal to aspire to and pursue is not a bad thing for you," the man with glasses said, patting the boy's shoulder with satisfaction.

No need to ask, these two were Zushi and his mentor, Yun Gu, who were in the midst of training.

"Ah! Please rest assured, I will not disappoint you," Zushi bowed deeply, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

Ever since he watched a few of Allen's matches, he had completely fallen in love with his versatile fighting style and calm, intelligent demeanor.

His greatest wish so far was to complete his training and stand on the 200th floor arena to fight his idol.

"That's the spirit! Go and participate in today's match. It's almost your turn," Yun Gu urged with a smile.

Watching the mentor and disciple's backs gradually disappear, Killua spoke up first, "Hey! Gon! Did you hear that? They mentioned Allen!"

"Yeah! I heard! And he seems to have a match! Should we go watch?" Gon suggested, his eyes gleaming.

"Do I even need to ask? Of course we should! But first, we need to complete today's match. See you later—"

With that, Killua looked up at the contestant announcement board and ran straight to his designated arena without a second thought.

When he leaped onto the stage, he was surprised to find that his opponent was the boy he had just encountered.

"Please go easy on me!" Zushi bowed first.

"Hi!"

The casual Killua, clearly not adept at such formalities, awkwardly smiled and waved his hand.

In his eyes, this peer was no match for him and could be easily defeated with a single strike, so there was no need to get to know each other.

So when the referee gave the command, he quickly flashed to the opponent's back at an incredible speed, raised his hand, and aimed a chop at the most vulnerable part of the human body—the back of the head.

Bang!

The unfortunate Zushi fell to the ground, his head hitting the stone floor hard.

"Ah! It's over!"

Killua confidently prepared to leave.

But before he had taken two steps, he noticed that Zushi, who should have been unconscious, quickly stood up again, assumed a fighting stance, and charged over with a loud cry.

[This kid seems pretty tough.]

Without a word, Killua once again used his speed and footwork to circle behind the opponent and delivered an even heavier chop.

Thud!

This time, Zushi rolled on the ground for two full circles before falling.

The stone slab on the ground even showed severe cracks.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would have caused a fatal head injury.

But incredibly, Zushi got up again, placed his right fist between his legs, took a deep breath, and let out a chilling roar.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh