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But in most cases, children like Ron were usually accompanied by their parents.

"I know the rules. Don't worry; I'm strong," Ron replied confidently.

"Uh... alright then," the girl said hesitantly.

Since Ron insisted, the girl with the bun hairstyle had no right to stop him. However, a few people in line behind Ron couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"Little kid, this isn't a place for children to play house."

"Strong? How strong can you be?"

"Don't cry later!"

Ron glanced back at them with indifference. "Do you know who I am?"

"What? Are you famous or something?"

"No, I'm just giving you a piece of advice: don't speak carelessly without knowing who I am. The fact that I can come to Heavens Arena alone at my age should tell you something about my background."

Ron continued, "Even if my strength isn't remarkable, what about the people behind me?"

The other person's expression froze, and in the next moment, as if realizing something, his face turned pale.

Ron shook his head. 

This person was too low-level for Ron to even consider engaging with.

Now Ron somewhat understood why, in the original storyline, Gon didn't have any interest in fighting against the pursuing Leopard Squad Captain, even when the captain kept provoking him.

The situation Ron was facing now was similar to what Gon experienced then.

"Contestant number 886!"

Ron heard his number called and stepped onto the arena.

Across from him stood the young man who had mocked Ron earlier. 

Seeing Ron, the youth's face darkened. "You brat! I almost fell for your bluff earlier. So what if you have someone backing you? Don't I have people behind me too?"

"Besides, that's just a possibility."

"You came to Heavens Arena without anyone accompanying you. Even if you have support, how much do you think they value you?"

"If you hadn't run into me, you might have been lucky. But now that you have, it's just bad luck for you!"

"A mere kid dares to talk to me like that? Here in the arena, if I kill you, your people won't dare to say a word. That's the rule of Heavens Arena!"

Ron narrowed his eyes. 

"You want to kill me?"

"Exactly," the young man sneered. "Given what you said earlier, shouldn't I kill you?"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself!"

Recalling how he had almost been fooled by Ron earlier, the young man's face was filled with embarrassment and fury as he glared at Ron with murderous intent.

Ron's expression turned cold.

Originally, Ron hadn't planned to get involved with this young man.

The disparity in their levels was too great.

Would a carriage care about a mantis trying to stop it?

Of course not.

However, now that they were on the arena, the young man dared to say such things.

If Ron still let it slide, he would be dishonoring the Zoldyck name.

"Another loss-making venture," Ron shook his head. 

As an assassin, killing someone without compensation was a loss.

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### Chapter 32: Shocking Doubts of Killua!

"Begin!" 

With the referee's command, Ron's figure vanished in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound echoed in the arena.

The young man had planned to launch a fierce assault right from the start, intending to teach Ron a harsh lesson. He wanted to wait until Ron begged for mercy before controlling him, denying Ron any chance to surrender. 

He aimed to torment Ron, and after releasing his pent-up anger, he would kill him.

However, just as the young man prepared to strike, he suddenly realized Ron had vanished. 

"Where did that little brat go?" 

"Where did he go?"

"Has he run away?" 

The young man couldn't quite grasp what was happening and was slow to react.

At that moment, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and instinctively looked down. 

There, he saw a small red spot appearing on the front of his shirt. 

The young man's pupils dilated. 

"What is this?"

Suddenly, the pain intensified, and he felt all the strength draining from his body.

"Bang!"

The next moment, he could no longer maintain his balance and collapsed forward, hitting the arena floor hard.

Ron was right behind him. 

Even the referee hadn't seen what had just occurred.

It wasn't until the young man fell and bounced twice that the referee finally came to his senses.

"The winner is…"

Ron walked off the stage.

At this time, the audience began to murmur among themselves.

"Can you believe that kid won?"

"He took him down in one move."

"That young man was terrible."

"I thought he was some powerful character based on his earlier trash talk."

"Who would have guessed that kid was so strong?"

"Really impressive!"

"Looks like he's only about ten years old."

"I wonder how high he'll rank now."

Some people watched Ron's back, their eyes lighting up.

These individuals could be roughly categorized into three groups:

1. Those looking to invest in Ron, believing he had potential.

2. Those wanting to befriend Ron.

3. Fans, driven purely by admiration.

The stage at Heavens Arena was vast.

Thus, fighters at Heavens Arena had become more than just fighters.

They often evolved into something akin to celebrities.

Those who stood out in the arena gained a following of fans.

Ron approached the front desk.

Before long, a slip of paper was handed to him, detailing his rank increase information: he had jumped directly from the first floor of Heavens Arena to the fiftieth floor.

This was a significant leap.

Only a very few could achieve such a feat.

However, in the original storyline, Gon and Killua had managed to push open the trial doors after the Hunter Exam and could also achieve such results. Ron, however, was far stronger than they had been at that time.

Ron had already managed to open the third trial door.

He had also learned Nen.

After a while, the staff of Heavens Arena finally removed the young man's corpse, transporting it to a designated area for bodies.

Many corpses were displayed there.

Heavens Arena involved fighting, which naturally resulted in casualties.

As fighters, they viewed death more openly than ordinary people.

The officials at Heavens Arena had long since become accustomed to it.

Once the staff left, someone approached the young man's body.

"Reggie!"

"I didn't expect that little brat to be so strong and so ruthless."

"If I had known, I would have warned you."

"Now, how am I supposed to explain this to Uncle?"

The person beside him also sighed.

"This is something no one could have predicted: a mere kid possessing such strength."

"Thank goodness it wasn't us who faced him."

"Otherwise, we might have been the ones turned into corpses."

The individual felt fortunate.

"Regardless, we must inform Uncle about this. Reggie can't die for nothing."

However, they had another thought as well.

They believed Ron to be extremely vicious, and like Reggie, they had also offended him.

Perhaps Ron would target them next.