Chapter 212 This Time, It Won't Be Just Nen Clone

The person who responded to the request for assistance was Illumi, which surprised Tsubone.

But what's more important now is to identify the hidden dangers and threats around Killua.

From this perspective, Illumi, who is excellent in various aspects, can be a great help in this situation, which is a good thing for Tsubone.

After hanging up the phone, Tsubone went to the arena to watch Killua's match.

Two days ago, Killua reached the 150th floor.

Since then, Killua has encountered a real watershed.

After two days of matches, Killua won some and lost some, but he never managed to break through the 150th floor.

Tsubone watched Killua's every match.

It's not that Killua's dominance in the ring has declined, but that the level of the participants has risen.

From here on, this is the true test Killua has to face.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Tsubone once again keenly sensed the gaze swiftly passing over her.

'A guy with no scruples…'

Tsubone remained calm and made no move to search for the source of the gaze.

First of all, it is impossible to find it, and secondly, it will alert the stalker.

Anyway, as long as Illumi takes her place and continues to attract the attention of the 'peeper', she can catch the 'peeper'.

Outside the fighting arena.

The scene in the fighting arena appeared in Moses's eyes.

Through the shadow's shared vision, he witnessed the one-sided battle on the ring.

Attack rhythm, strength, technique, experience…

In every aspect, Killua was being overwhelmed, with no chance of winning at all.

Being defeated by his opponent was already a conclusion.

'It seems Killua has reached his limit.'

Retracting the shadow from the arena, Moses turned and left.

'If I remember correctly, Killua would need about two years from this point to reach the 200th floor.'

Moses currently had no intention of intervening unless Killua actively sought him out.

'There are indeed many experts from the 150th to the 200th floor, but unfortunately, most of them are not Nen Users.'

Before reaching the 200th floor, Moses did encounter opponents with decent strength.

However, the battle time was too short, with only three minutes to use for showcasing moves and honing combat experience.

So Moses climbed to the 200th floor without any hesitation.

Now, he had to decide whether to give up registration and earn another round of prize money, or to register non-stop and start fighting against the high-level fighters from the 200th floor tomorrow.

Moses hadn't made up his mind yet.

"Menchi will also come up tomorrow…"

Muttering softly to himself, Moses walked into the elevator.

At the same time.

In the ring.

Killua was knocked down by his opponent with an elbow strike.

Although he still had strength left to continue, unfortunately, his opponent had already scored ten points.

"Damn it…"

Killua felt unwilling.

Throughout the entire fight, he had been completely at the mercy of his opponent.

In the audience seats, Tsubone kept her eyes fixed on Killua, thinking to herself: 'Young Master Killua, you must not be too hasty, you still have a long journey ahead of you...'

Killua didn't know that Tsubone had been secretly protecting him, so it was naturally impossible for him to receive encouragement from Tsubone.

He dragged his battered body off the ring and returned to the rest area.

In this situation, he should spend a day recuperating in his room, or if necessary, take a few days off, and then face the next battle in the best condition.

But Killua simply dealt with his injuries briefly and then returned to the ring again.

In this state, he obviously had an even lower chance of winning.

The lobby on the first floor of Heavens Arena.

Giant cylindrical pillars stood in various places in the lobby. Each pillar would have a giant screen hanging on it, broadcasting the live broadcast of various arena matches.

Those audiences who couldn't afford tickets would gather here to watch the broadcast.

Illumi, who has short black hair, stood in front of a pillar, looking up at the screen where Killua was battling, his slender index finger resting on his chin.

Around him, there were no other spectators.

This stark contrast between the emptiness around him and the crowds elsewhere was striking.

'So, he's been 'influenced' after all.'

Looking at Killua, who is covered in wounds, on the screen, Illumi's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.

He ​​had been paying close attention to Killua, so he knew that the former Killua would never be so irrational and anxious.

It was clear that the presence of Moses and Menchi had affected Killua's judgment and decisions when facing certain situations.

'Let's clean it up tonight.'

Illumi took out his phone and sent a text message to Tsubone.

Time passes slowly.

The sun sets in the west and night falls.

Killua lay in the room for most of the day.

Until dinner time, his physical pains eased, but his mood was still low.

Originally, Killua was not supposed to be on the ring for today's second match, but Killua would always think of the battle with Menchi that day.

The difference in strength is just too great...

So, only by relentlessly pursuing could there be a possibility of catching up with that face-changing girl, or not being pulled further apart.

This is one of the reasons why Killua is eager to become stronger.

From this perspective, Illumi's judgment is indeed correct.

The existence of Moses and Menchi did indeed have some influence on Killua's experience in the Heavens Arena.

But these influences were likely to become assistance for Killua to reach the 200th floor faster, with the likelihood that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

However, Illumi didn't care about the so-called pros and cons.

What he cares about is—

No outsiders are allowed to 'pollute' Killua's growth environment, let alone merely influencing it.

Evening, 7:30.

Killua left his room and came to the street.

He wandered aimlessly for a while, then stopped at a street corner, hesitating as he took out his newly purchased phone.

In a dark place where light couldn't reach, Illumi and Tsubone stood side by side.

They both saw Killua's action of editing a text message.

"Young Master Killua's phone only has the contact number of 'that person'."

Tsubone revealed this key information to Illumi, who had just arrived.

Since the name of that person happened to be the same as Illumi standing beside her, she used 'that person' instead.

"…"

Illumi remained silent.

He had already learned from Tsubone about the alias used by Moses for the competition.

"He investigated me after that night."

After a moment, Illumi instinctively raised his hand and lightly pressed it on his right ribs, feeling a faint phantom pain.

Compared to having his name stolen by Moses and the experience of being heavily injured by Moses...

What truly irritated Illumi was the fact that 'Killua only kept Moses's number'.

'This time, it won't be just Nen Clone.'

Illumi took out some round head needles, his features slightly distorted, and there seemed to be dark energy swirling in his eyes, clearly revealing an extremely cold killing intent.

This malice surging from the depths of his heart spread to Tsubone beside him.

"Young Master Illumi, please calm down."

Tsubone frowned and spoke up, reminding Illumi, who seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

On a street outside the Heavens Arena.

Moses raised an eyebrow slightly.