Chapter 338 Silence In The Venue

That night.

Moses's match registration was confirmed and he was scheduled to compete at 3 PM the next day.

At the same time, because of Moses's return, Heavens Arena wasted no time in promoting the event.

Under the theme of 'The Return of That Man', advertisements were placed in various halls of Heavens Arena and even on local TV channels to warm up for the match at 3 PM the next day.

In less than an hour, the devoted audiences of Heavens Arena learned of Moses's return.

"Illumi is back?! Oh my god, I thought something had happened to him..."

"Me too. After Illumi suddenly disappeared, every time I saw a news report about an unidentified person dying on the streets of this city, I would subconsciously think that it might be Illumi."

"It turns out that Illumi is not dead, he is still alive! And he's back!"

"Wait, who's this Illumi you are talking about?"

"Heh, just wait until the tomorrow's match starts and you'll know who he is!"

"???"

For a while, people all over the city were talking about the return of Illumi.

The ones who care about this matter the most are none other than the Heavens Arena's Floor Masters who are living on the highest floors.

They are all the best among thousands of contestants, and finally reign at the top of the Heavens Arena, obtaining the position of Floor Master.

However, to maintain their position, they had to constantly fend off challenges from 'ten-win fighters'.

If they are unfortunate enough to lose, they will lose their hard-earned position as the Floor Master.

It can be said--

Becoming a Floor Master was difficult.

But maintaining the position of a Floor Master was even more difficult.

The return of Illumi directly attracted the attention of these Floor Masters.

Having spent many years in Heavens Arena to achieve their current status, they naturally know about Moses, who was hailed as the strongest dark horse more than a year ago.

Back then, after Moses achieved ten victories, the Floor Masters had been on high alert.

At that time, none of them actually wanted to be chosen by Moses.

And now, they still felt the same.

…

The next day.

On the eve of the match.

Moses stood alone in the weapons room.

Around him were shelves filled with various weapons, and even the walls were adorned with all kinds of cold weapons.

Upon reaching the 200th floor, contestants were allowed to freely use weapons.

Moses glanced at the dazzling array of weapons in the weapons room, and his eyes soon fixed on a sheathed long sword.

He walked over and took it from the rack.

Shing-

He drew the sword out of its sheath, then put it back on the rack without even looking at it.

"This feels about right."

Moses stared at the scabbard, and a thought crossed his mind. Then, a ball of Nen floated out of his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it materialized into a black sword.

Then, he attempted to insert the black sword into the scabbard. Although it didn't fit perfectly, it was close enough.

"Good enough."

Moses practiced drawing and sheathing the black blade several times before stopping.

He specifically came to the weapon room to find a somewhat fitting scabbard to conceal the fact that his black sword was a conjured item.

This approach may not necessarily be foolproof, but it is a precaution.

Holding the sheathed black sword in his left hand, Moses glanced at the clock on the wall. There are still a few minutes before his match started.

"Hisoka will definitely come to watch my match."

Moses smiled slightly and walked out of the room.

From today's match onward, he planned to always carry the sheathed black sword with him until he achieves ten wins.

He believes that by that time, some wrong perceptions should be created.

Moments later.

Moses walked through the corridor and entered the venue.

As he appeared, the audience immediately erupted into cheers.

But it is still far inferior to Hisoka's match yesterday.

Amidst the cheers coming from all directions, Moses came to the arena.

His opponent this time was actually a Nen User who wielded a sword.

'If I remember correctly, his name was Alva.'

Moses glanced at his opponent and recalled the match notification information.

Alva was also scrutinizing Moses. His eyes swept across the sword in Moses's left hand, and his mood became somewhat gloomy.

In the audience.

Hisoka looked at the sword in Moses's hand with great interest.

'In the time I hadn't seen him, had his 'growth' focused on that sword?'

Hisoka thought to himself.

On the arena.

As the announcer finished the introductions, the match was about to begin.

Countless eyes from the audience immediately focused on the arena.

"Begin!"

The referee signaled the start, then quickly retreated. But his eyes are still fixed on the two contestants.

Moses looked at Alva and started attacking first.

With a powerful step, he dashed straight toward Alva.

In his first match on the 200th floor...

Or rather, in every match until he achieved ten victories, Moses intended to end it as quickly as possible.

In the blink of an eye, Moses was already in front of Alva.

Alva's pupils shrank, and he instinctively swung his sword toward the approaching Moses.

Swoosh-

Moses, however, sidestepped the attack with agile footwork, and instantly appeared behind Alva.

All Extinct!

Moses's eyes lowered, his right hand resting on the sword hilt, and a pure killing intent instantly surged from deep within his consciousness, striking the back of Alva's neck.

Alva, losing the initiative and unable to defend, felt a chilling line across his entire neck in a moment of shock.

'It's over...'

Having experienced many battles, Alva instinctively believed he had been decapitated at that moment.

Then-

His mind reeled, his vision went black, and he directly lost consciousness, collapsing heavily on the arena.

At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Because-

They saw that Moses was merely resting his right hand on the sword hilt and never drawed his sword from beginning to end, yet Alva suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Almost all the audiences were stunned into silence by this bizarre scene.

After a few seconds…

The announcer's voice, filled with shock, echoed throughout the venue.

"What? Before Illumi, who had circled behind Alva, could attack, Alva fell down inexplicably!"

"How is this possible!"

In the entire venue, only the announcer's voice echoed.

No one knew what was going on and could only stare blankly at Moses on the arena.

Even the referee who was watching the match closely didn't know what was going on.

Because no one saw Moses make a move, nor did they hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and Alva also did not have any visible injuries on his body.

The referee, confused and shaken, quickly checked Alva's condition and confirmed that he had lost consciousness.

He stood up and announced Moses as the winner.

Instantly,

The whole audience was in an uproar!

'What just happened!?'