Chapter 32 - 32

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Some fighters, upon witnessing Ron's power, felt a sense of fear and relief. "Good thing I never tried to mess with Ron. Otherwise, I might have ended up like those unlucky fools who met their end in the ring at his hands." Many young fighters now idolized Ron. He was not only the most talked-about fighter but also the most popular figure in the Sky Arena. However, the situation was very different on the floors above 200. A young man with one arm missing sat on a couch, watching Ron on the screen with a cold smile. "No matter how talented you are, once you reach the 200th floor, you're just average." "This place is a whole different world." A woman, missing an eye and wearing an eyepatch, licked her lips and grinned. "Come on up to the 200th floor, little brother. Let big sister show you some real love." A young man, with a nostalgic look in his eyes, snapped back to reality and snorted. "A prodigy? Who isn't here?" An elderly man's eyes glinted with interest. "Seems like this kid's aiming to climb straight up to the 200th floor. Good timing." "I'm only a few wins away from earning the right to challenge the Floor Master." "With this kid, I'll get even closer." "But I'm sure plenty of others have their eyes on him, too." Unlike the floors below, most fighters on the 200th floor weren't impressed by Ron. They saw him as nothing more than an easy target—a stepping stone toward their own victories. Ron observed his next opponent, a young man dressed as a ninja. This opponent's aura was distinctive, suggesting he was also trained at a dojo. The announcer's voice echoed through the arena, building excitement for the battle. Yagyu Jiro, the ninja, stared at Ron with a serious expression. He had watched all of Ron's previous matches, but none of them revealed any strategies or techniques. Ron had overwhelmed every opponent purely with brute strength and speed. No fancy moves, no special abilities, no tricks... A fighter like this was both mystifying and daunting to Yagyu Jiro, making him reluctant to face Ron. Ron, on the other hand, looked calm, as Yagyu Jiro did not radiate any aura of Nen. Not being a Nen user, Yagyu Jiro couldn't possibly be a match for him. "Begin!" The announcer's voice cut through the air, signalling the start. Yagyu Jiro leapt into action, launching an attack with a combat-ready stance, rushing toward Ron. Ron remained motionless. *Boom!* Their fists collided. Yagyu Jiro staggered back, clearly feeling the impact of Ron's power. Regaining his footing, Jiro sprang forward again, determined to give his all. The initial clash had confirmed Jiro's suspicions—he wasn't on Ron's level. But he didn't want to give up easily. He resolved to use every bit of his strength in this fight. Jiro also knew that as long as he didn't harbour killing intent toward Ron, he wouldn't risk getting killed in return. Every fighter who'd died at Ron's hands had shown clear murderous intent first. This confidence gave Jiro the courage to continue. Anyone skilled in Nen could see the disparity between Ron and Yagyu Jiro. But to the average spectator, the fight looked thrilling. In fact, this match was longer than any of Ron's previous fights, with many more exchanges. But one key fact went unnoticed by most spectators. Throughout the entire fight, only Yagyu Jiro had been attacking. Ron hadn't even moved. The gap between them was enormous! "It's time to end this." Ron threw a punch, pushing Jiro back once again. He actually had some respect for Jiro's fighting spirit, which is why he hadn't ended the match immediately. However, enough time had passed. As Jiro staggered back, Ron's figure disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Jiro. *Boom!***A Swift Strike to the Neck** Ron delivered a precise karate chop to Yagyu Jiro's neck. Jiro immediately felt a wave of intense dizziness overwhelm him. *Bang!* His entire body collapsed onto the arena floor, entirely out of his control. The referee declared the result. "The winner is... Ron!" The crowd was left stunned. "Is it over already?" "Weren't they just fighting so intensely?" "What happened?" "Is this some kind of setup?" One of the fighters in the audience scoffed at the clueless remarks. "Idiots." But he also understood this was inevitable. For most regular spectators, the lower floors were where the real entertainment lay. The fighters on the lower floors didn't have overwhelming power, so regular people could follow their movements and understand the action. But with highly skilled fighters, most regular viewers couldn't keep up and often missed the finer points. The battles of Nen users? Regular folks couldn't even comprehend them; all they could recognize was who won or lost. Still, the allure of witnessing legendary fights kept the higher-floor ticket prices high. People were willing to pay to watch. Ron went to the front desk to collect his prize money and then received his entry pass to the 200th floor. Without hesitation, he headed straight to the 200th floor. The Sky Arena offers different perks to fighters depending on their floor level. On the 100th floor and above, fighters are assigned private rooms, but they're pretty basic. For training, they still need to go to the shared practice area. Upon reaching the 200th floor, though, fighters gain access to luxurious accommodations. The rooms are larger, beautifully furnished, and equipped with advanced training equipment, allowing fighters to train privately without having to share space. As Ron exited the elevator onto the 200th floor, a figure appeared in the corridor ahead—a lone elderly man. An odd aura radiated from him, filling the air with an uncomfortable presence. Ron was immediately reminded of a specific scene. When Gon and Killua first arrived at the 200th floor, Hisoka had been waiting for them in the hallway, projecting a menacing Nen aura that they couldn't withstand. Ron raised an eyebrow slightly. "What's this supposed to mean?" The elderly man glanced at him. "Young one." "Yes, sir. Do you need something from me?" "I'm here to offer you a bit of advice," the elder said. "Below the 200th floor, you're certainly one of the strongest, but above the 200th floor, you're stepping into a completely different world. You need to be careful here." "There are... quite a few dangerous individuals on this floor with twisted minds." "Facing them is extremely risky." "Why don't we do this? Let's go register together." "I'll teach you a few things in the ring." Ron smirked slightly. Teach me? So this old man was just trying to trick him into a fight.

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