Chapter 226 Good Luck, Hisoka

Moses had just reached the 200th floor yesterday, yet today he brought about a rather peculiar match for the audience.

Regardless of how strange the process of this match was, at least the audience deeply remembered Moses's poised demeanor when facing the 'Vortex Whip'.

Meanwhile, the defeated Neil accumulated four losses, so unless he has the right to challenge again from the beginning for the second time, he would have to leave the Heavens Arena directly.

Under countless gazes, Moses, who had won his first battle, stepped down from the ring and headed towards the exit passage.

Those who paid attention to this match were not just ordinary spectators but also the participants on the 200th floor.

"Thank goodness I gave up last night …"

"It's such a pity for Vortex Whip Neil, he was just one victory away from earning the right to challenge the floor master."

"Before the match, he must have thought this was a great opportunity that he had been waiting for, but what he got was a huge pit instead."

"This is the price of taking shortcuts."

"Illumi, right? He's so strong at such a young age."

Among the participants on the 200th floor who were paying attention to this match, there are the dozen or so Nen Users who saw Moses at the registration window last night.

They originally wanted to gain some wins from the newcomer Moses, but they never thought Moses to scare them off with just his momentum.

Now, seeing Neil stepping into a huge pit, they felt relieved, but also had mixed feelings.

If Moses had chosen to disguise himself last night, they might have rushed to challenge Moses and queued up to give their heads to Moses in their ignorance.

Thinking about this, they had to thank Moses for sparing them.

However, how could they know that Moses had no interest in the position of floor master and only wanted to gain experience from battles, and their level clearly did not meet Moses's requirements.

Hunter Association's Headquarters, Netero's exclusive tea room.

"This kid…"

After watching the match, Netero has a faint smile on his face.

He could see that Moses wasn't playing around but treating his opponents as a training tool and cherishing every exchange.

From this point of view, going to the Heavens Arena with his current level is indeed a correct decision.

Netero felt a little emotional, then took out his phone and dialed Kanzai's number.

A few seconds later.

The call was quickly answered.

"Zaikan."

Nitro smiled kindly as he said that.

"…"

On the other end of the phone, Kanzai fell silent for a moment, apparently struck speechless by Netero's affectionate address.

'That damned rabbit!'

'One day, I will sew her mouth shut!'

Kanzai roared silently in his heart.

How could he not know that it was Pyon who was going around to spread the origin of the name 'Zaikan', and even the Chairman knew about it later on.

Seeing that Kanzai didn't say a word, Netero showed no sign of realizing he was the instigator and said kindly: "If it's convenient, come over to my place."

"Okay."

Netero took a deep breath and agreed simply.

Soon, he hoped that Netero would call him by his name normally, so before hanging up the phone, he hesitated a bit and said:

"Chairman, um, I have a request, can I..."

"Of course, Zaikan."

Netero preemptively agreed without hearing Kanzai's request.

"…"

Hearing Netero's address in the latter part of the sentence, Kanzai couldn't help but fall silent.

Seeing that Kanzai suddenly stopped talking again, Netero said with concern: " Don't worry about anything, just tell me your request, Zaikan."

"I... it's nothing."

Kanzai gave up.

After hanging up the phone, he rushed to see Netero as quickly as possible.

Then.

He saw Netero holding a whip.

…

On the spaceship bound for the Republic of Padokea.

Illumi tilted his head slightly, resting his finger against his chin.

"It's still too glaring after all."

Looking at Moses on the television screen with his dark eyes, Illumi's emotions fluctuated uncontrollably.

Before watching this match, he received a warning from his family.

Silva asked him to restrain his impulse to act against Moses.

Such a warning was completely incomprehensible to Illumi.

In his view, Moses was just an outsider. As long as there was a possibility of him affecting Killua's growth, even if it was only a slight possibility, he should rather kill him than let him go.

Illumi did not agree with this warning, but he could not disobey Silva's order.

"There's no other way."

Illumi took out his phone and opened his contacts.

The warning from his family temporarily prevented him from acting against Moses, and the longer this matter dragged on, the more uncomfortable he felt.

So he finally thought of Hisoka.

"Your 'communicating partner' is at the Heavens Arena. This piece of information is free."

Illumi pressed the keys on his phone, quickly edited a short message, and then clicked send.

Although he didn't know if Hisoka could bring him surprises, there was always a possibility.

"Oh, right."

Thinking of Moses's insidious methods, Illumi felt that Hisoka might also fall into the 'information gap' again, so he thoughtfully sent Hisoka another short message with information about the Nen Clone ability.

"Good luck, Hisoka."

Looking at the darkened screen of his phone, Illumi muttered expressionlessly.

At this moment when he couldn't continue to act against Moses, it was not bad to use borrowed knife.

Some 'scenes' from the future appeared in Illumi's mind.

Hisoka successfully kills Moses → Killua is very angry → I killed Hisoka → Killua is very happy.

"Yeah, feasible."

Illumi nodded heavily.

…

Heavens Arena.

Moses came out from the corridor.

'As expected, there is no reward.'

Although he won against Neil on the stage, there was no reaction from Perception.

'Well, it's just a battle with no difficulty to speak of after all.'

Moses went to the vending machine, inserted coins, and bought two bottles of juice, then waited for Menchi to come over by the vending machine.

"Master!"

After a while, the Menchi's voice came before her figure.

Moses smiled and looked at Menchi, who was running over, and handed over the juice in his hand to her.

"Thank you, Master!"

Menchi took the juice, her face showing a sweet smile.

She didn't know that her violent behavior in the audience stands was seen by Moses.

Killua, who came a bit later, happened to see the sweet smile on Menchi's face.

The fierce look of Menchi beating people up violently flashed through his little head, and he couldn't help but shudder.

'This face-changing woman is too scary.'

Killua cautiously withdrew his gaze from Menchi's face and then greeted Moses.

"Here."

Seeing Killua, Moses stopped the thought of opening the juice and instead handed the juice to Killua with a smile.

"Thanks."

Killua happily took the juice, then hesitation appeared on his face.

"Brother Moses, I have something to ask you…"

"Let's go eat first, I'll treat you."

Moses immediately knew what Killua wanted to ask without having to guess and temporarily changed the subject.

Killua nodded upon hearing this.

Before going to the restaurant, Moses went to the counter and asked for Neil's contact information.

The match just now made him deeply feel that Neil is a quite useful sparring partner.

If possible, he hoped to have Neil assist him in training every day during his time at the Heavens Arena.