Chapter 354

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"Your little tricks have indeed been quite abundant."

"But if it's just this, then I'm truly disappointed."

"Because I've already seen through your ruses."

Abel suddenly flashed a menacing smile at Hisoka, then lightly thrust his ice blade forward, directly piercing through Hisoka's body.

It was only then that Hisoka noticed in shock that his final deadly blow hadn't hit its target at all, but had instead been blocked by an ice wall! His hand blade merely pierced a little way before losing its momentum.

"When did you realize I had left my aura on my arm?" Hisoka couldn't understand, blood already starting to seep from the corner of his mouth.

"When I saw that your severed arm only bled a little, I suspected you were up to something. What could you possibly utilize in an empty arena?"

"Even the world's greatest magician needs props to assist him."

"So when you uncharacteristically invited me into close combat, I started to pay attention."

"Those severed arms placed behind me were just too 'conspicuous' for me to ignore."

After hearing Abel's explanation, Hisoka suddenly realized, "Yes, using a 'thin illusion' to forcibly stop the bleeding, and choosing the most irrational attack, it all seems too deliberate now."

"But it's incredible that you noticed the only 'prop' I left on the battlefield. You're truly different from the others."

"Come, kill me. I said before, our encounter is fated. So whether you die by my hand or I die by yours, it's all destiny's design."

Hisoka stood upright, calmly accepting his fate.

Abel, however, scoffed, "That doesn't work on me, Hisoka."

"But it would be a bit boring to just kill you like this."

"So, let's play a game."

"What game?"

Abel: "The rules are simple. Before I reach the 251st floor, you cannot leave the Sky Arena."

"During this time, you can use any method to try and kill me."

"Don't worry, even if you fail, I won't kill you. At most, you'll receive a minor punishment."

"But if you break the rules of the game, or if I reach the 251st floor without you giving me any surprises..."

"Then congratulations, you will regret choosing to cling to life at this moment."

Hisoka: "An interesting game, I accept."

Boom!

Before Hisoka could finish speaking, Abel kicked him off the stage.

"The game begins, trash."

Abel spoke softly, then glanced at the two severed arms still stuck in the ice wall.

"Forget it, if it's destroyed just like that, the following game would be too boring."

When the host announced the final victor, the arena erupted once more with cheers for Abel's name. This highlighted his overwhelming popularity!

After all, a capable and highly prolific fighter like Abel was extraordinarily rare.

Unlike others, Abel never turned down a challenge, regardless of the opponent.

Be it three consecutive matches, 1vs2, or an 8-win streak opponent.

The audience was thrilled, and they won money, so how could they not be happy!

Doctors quickly entered the arena, pried Hisoka from the wall, and carried him away on a stretcher.

Naturally, the two severed arms were also promptly sent along. It was unclear whether they could be reattached this time, and whether Hisoka had prearranged for a 'doctor' was unknown.

Sensing something, Abel suddenly turned his gaze toward a section of the audience.

There, a petite and cute girl with pink hair was rising from her seat and leaving.