Chapter 27

However, in reality, the dead cannot die again. 

"Killer Queen, take him away." 

Ron opened his eyes. 

Killer Queen helped the masked figure out of the room. 

Before long, they reached the rooftop. 

They stuffed the body into the rooftop water tank. 

"Not even able to use Nen, yet you come to assassinate me?" 

"What's going on here?" 

"Who could I offend with my identity?" 

"That person I killed in the arena?" 

"His accomplices?" 

Ron frowned. 

At that moment, on a nearby tall building, a figure stood on the rooftop. 

Zeno looked in the direction of Ron's room. 

"Good vigilance." 

"However, the trial has only just begun. Ron, I hope your performance in the future can be as good as today." 

This masked figure was actually arranged by Zeno. 

It was simple; Zeno believed that Ron's battles at Heavens Arena alone were not enough. 

Therefore, Zeno set up these trials for Ron. 

This way, Ron could comprehensively improve his abilities across various aspects. 

As a member of the Zoldyck family, which bears the title of the world's number one assassin family, he would inevitably attract attention from many quarters. 

Assassination, poisoning, mass killings, gun violence… 

These things were countless encounters for Zeno in his youth. 

As a member of the Zoldyck family, the most important thing was not to know how to kill a person, 

but to know how to survive other people's assassinations. 

Only by living could one kill. 

And knowing how to survive would provide insights into how to kill. 

The next day, Ron arrived at Heavens Arena, on the fiftieth floor. 

Ron's opponent emerged. 

A very muscular bald man. 

"Kid, I watched your fight." 

"You excel in speed. Honestly, after watching your videos, I found you quite impressive." 

"To reach this level at your age is remarkable." 

"I cannot compare to you in terms of speed." 

"But no matter how fast you are, you can't break my defense." 

"In terms of physical strength and endurance, you are definitely not my opponent." 

"Just admit defeat." 

Despite saying this, the bald man's expression was very serious. 

At this level, they no longer judged opponents based on appearance. 

Because upon reaching the fiftieth floor, appearance and strength were not entirely proportional. 

In Heavens Arena, there are several types of people who may not look strong but are incredibly troublesome: 

the elderly, women, children, and disabled individuals. 

If any of these four types reach above the fiftieth floor, it proves that they possess real strength. 

And their abilities are extremely difficult to deal with. 

"Well, let me give it a try." 

The referee looked at the two of them. 

Confirming that both were ready, he announced, "Start!" 

With that, Ron did not move quickly; instead, he walked slowly step by step toward the bald man. 

The bald man frowned. 

"Kid, what do you mean?" 

"Not using your speed?" 

"Do you want to go head-to-head with me?" 

"Or are you just conceding?" 

Ron remained silent, raising his palm. 

Then, he pushed toward the bald man. 

The bald man instinctively raised his palm. 

Their hands collided with a bang. 

Suddenly, the bald man's expression changed dramatically. 

He felt an incredibly strong force land on his palm, traveling up his arm and crashing into his body. 

The bald man's feet grounded themselves. 

But it was completely useless. 

The power was too great. 

So great that the bald man couldn't withstand it at all. 

The bald man's strength was indeed impressive, but no matter how strong he was, could he compare to the Trial Gate? 

"Boom!" 

In the next moment, the bald man felt his body becoming uncontrollable. 

His feet seemed to leave the ground. 

His entire body was sent flying backward at an incredibly high speed, crashing into the wall below the audience seating. 

Bang! 

The wall shook violently. 

The bald man rebounded and fell to the ground. 

A multitude of cracks appeared on the wall. 

The entire audience fell into a momentary silence. 

This situation completely exceeded everyone's expectations. 

Ron looked at the referee. 

The referee finally snapped back to reality. 

"The winner is…" 

Ron stepped down from the arena and went to the front desk on the fiftieth floor to collect his prize, as well as the entry ticket for the next floor. Unlike the first floor, the prize for winning on the fiftieth floor was significantly higher. 

"Please enter your card number." 

After Ron entered his card number, it wasn't long before he received a notification. 

"Not bad." 

Ron looked at the numbers on the notification. 

Then he glanced at the entry ticket in his hand. 

"Floor 70, huh." 

"That's a bit less than I expected. At this rate, it will take me another two or three days to reach the hundredth floor." 

Once a participant reached the hundredth floor of Heavens Arena, they would have access to exclusive rooms. 

They weren't luxurious, and compared to the hotel rooms outside, they might even be inferior. 

But they could stay in Heavens Arena. 

This was exactly what Ron wanted. 

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"That's a bit ridiculous." 

"Bach is no slouch; he just achieved the fiftieth floor with a very strong victory." 

"In terms of real strength, Bach is far above the fiftieth floor." 

"What kind of strength does that kid have?" 

"He's only about ten years old, right?" 

"Yet he defeated Bach so easily." 

"Incredible." 

"What exactly is this kid's power?" 

"With a single palm strike sending Bach flying like that, how strong must that power be?" 

After his victory, Ron registered on the seventieth floor of Heavens Arena. 

He also applied for the match the next day. 

However, as the floors go higher, the number of matches per day decreases. 

The arena space becomes larger, and the audience seats for each arena increase as well. 

For example, on the first floor, there are a total of one hundred arenas, allowing for one hundred matches to take place simultaneously. 

But on the second floor, the number of arenas is reduced significantly, down to eighty. 

By the time you reach the fiftieth floor, only thirty arenas remain. 

Ron glanced at the number of arenas on the seventieth floor; there were only ten in total. 

Two matches in the morning, three in the afternoon, and two in the evening. 

A total of seventy matches. 

As the floors go higher, the number of matches continues to decrease. 

It wasn't until the evening that Ron left Heavens Arena, glancing at the hotel he had previously checked into before changing direction and walking toward another hotel. 

There was a small alley in between. 

The moment Ron entered the alley, he suddenly felt something was off. 

Whoosh! 

A shadow lunged at him, brandishing a sharp blade.