Chapter 351

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"It feels twisted."

As if among a pride of lions, a creature of indistinct shape had blended in.

Though it has sharp teeth and claws for attacking, it fundamentally seems like a different species.

This sensation was truly strange.

Perhaps through this battle, he could analyze the root of the problem.

"Eh? So, you're saying that Hisoka, that bastard, is very likely to have an upset. That would be great, Gon wouldn't have to fight that freak."

Killua's thinking was straightforward.

However, Gon didn't see it that way; he silently clenched his fists.

Deep down, he also yearned for a fair fight with Hisoka!

"Look, it's starting!"

...

Heavens Arena, 200th floor.

A massive stage sits in the center, with a cubic structure above it that will display replays, slow motion, and commentary by the host during the fight so the audience could understand better.

The stands around were tiered to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators.

At this moment, every seat was filled.

Nearly every person had placed a bet on the fighter they favored.

Amid the roar of the crowd, Hisoka and Abel made their way to the center of the stage.

"Don't look at me with those eyes; it only excites me more."

"???"

Abel was clearly baffled.

No good, his fists were clenched; he desperately wanted to beat this guy here and now!

"Ah! Ah! That's right, you're amazing! Your eyes! Your expression! Your spirit!"

Damn, this freak.

That face, as if he's already in seventh heaven, was truly puzzling, making it impossible to understand what on earth he was imagining.

Even the referee had had enough and warned Hisoka once, only to be intimidated by a glare and stepped back two paces before hastily starting the match and running away.

"Before I smash that disgusting face of yours, I want to know who gave you the courage to stand in front of me and babble on like this."

"Such a naive reaction. Why I'm here is your answer. It's the playing cards that led me here, because of the red string of fate that ties you and me together. Of course, this wasn't arranged by fate, it was all my own doing."

Hisoka said this as he somehow produced a playing card from nowhere.

Good, very good. Another riddle speaker.

Abel no longer wanted to listen to this guy speak. He took steps toward Hisoka.

To Hisoka's senses, it felt like a monster hidden in the dark was closing in on him step by step.

The overwhelming malice and ominous aura swirling around him were simply fantastic!

At that moment, Abel was already standing in front of Hisoka, stretching out his right hand.

"Is this a test? Or some kind of Nen ability that requires physical contact?"

Hisoka's eyes flickered for a moment, deciding that it might be wise not to be too reckless at the start and to dodge first.

However,

Slap!

An open palm precisely gripped his head.

"Huh? Didn't I dodge that?"

"Wait, how did this guy turn into this?"

Through the gaps in his fingers, Hisoka saw Abel's current appearance - white hair wildly floating behind him without any wind, his skin as pale as a corpse, and his black 'mosquito-coil eyes' seemed like a whirlpool endlessly devouring everything around.

The monster in the dark had emerged!

Boom!

Abel, in his ghastly form, grabbed Hisoka's head and smashed it hard into the ground of the arena.

Red strings, huh?

Fate, huh?

All arranged by yourself, huh?

All of it, go to hell!

Crash!!!