Deep within the Zoldyck Estate, an aged yet powerful man watched a muted television screen. The words "Invincible Larry" were plastered across it. Maha Zoldyck's dim, ancient eyes narrowed slightly. "So after leaving here, he went straight to the Sky Arena…"
Behind him, Silva Zoldyck stood with his arms crossed, deep in thought. From what they had observed, Killua was also in the Sky Arena now. Maha let out a quiet chuckle. "Invincible? Hmm… that word feels too small for him." His wrinkled fingers traced over the armrest of his chair. Even now, he could still feel the impact of his fight with Larry. That battle was unforgettable. And Maha knew… This wasn't even Larry's final form.
***
Machi stared at the towering posters plastered all over the Sky Arena, her sharp eyes scanning the bold letters detailing Larry's accomplishments. Her gaze lingered on two particular lines. "The Nemesis of the 'Seven Deadly Sins'! One-Star Bounty Hunter!"
A bounty hunter. Machi's expression remained calm, but inside, a storm was brewing. 'A bounty hunter? Did that mean… their Phantom Troupe could one day become his target?'
Her bad feeling intensified. She wasn't the type to dwell on fear, but the memory of that night—the suffocating aura she had felt from Larry—came rushing back. Without another glance at the poster, Machi turned and walked away, her mind unusually distracted.
***
Two days later, the moment had finally arrived. The Sky Arena had pulled out all the stops for Larry's last match. This wasn't just another fight—this was the defining battle of an Invincible. To accommodate the overwhelming demand, the officials moved the match to the largest venue available, a battleground more than twice the size of any previous arena. The audience was unbelievable. Not a single empty seat remained as people packed every corner, balcony, and standing section, desperate to witness history unfold.
Above them, countless drones hovered, broadcasting the fight live to millions across the world. Of course, watching the match wasn't free. The Sky Arena had turned this into a global spectacle, raking in staggering amounts of money. A portion of those earnings would go to Larry. He didn't care much for money, but since the officials insisted, he took it anyway. Why not?
The commentator, standing on an elevated platform, hyped up the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most anticipated match in Sky Arena history! The reigning Martial Arts Champion—'Fatal' Bruce! Versus our unstoppable newcomer—'Invincible' Larry!"
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers at the mention of Larry's name. Bruce? His entrance was underwhelming. A tall, wiry man with sunken eyes and a perpetually gloomy expression, he strode onto the battlefield. His nickname, Fatal, came from his ruthless fighting style—one hit, one kill. Most of his past opponents were either severely injured… or worse. But despite his reputation, the crowd didn't seem to care. All their attention was fixated on one man. Larry.
Sitting in the audience, Biscuit frowned slightly. Something wasn't right. Bruce's aura felt… weaker than expected. A man who had defeated all challengers for years should radiate overwhelming pressure. But this guy? He felt… off. "Is he holding back?" Biscuit muttered to herself, rubbing her chin. It was possible. A fighter of his level wouldn't reveal all his cards before the match even started. At least, that's what she thought. Either way, the only reason Bruce mattered at all was because of his title. The audience wasn't here to see him win. They were here to see Larry take him down.
Bruce could feel it, too. His entrance was met with lukewarm applause, while the moment Larry's name was announced—
The entire arena exploded with cheers.
As Larry walked out of the passage, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Banners waved wildly in the stands. People screamed his name at the top of their lungs. It was as if the entire world was celebrating him.
Bruce clenched his fists, his already gloomy face darkening further. The boiling jealousy and resentment inside him reached its peak. But soon… Soon, all of them would shut up. Because once Larry was lying in a pool of his own blood— They wouldn't be cheering his name anymore.
But the moment Larry unleashed his aura, the entire arena fell silent. It wasn't just a display of power—it was an overwhelming force that crashed down like an avalanche.
Bruce's body froze in place as if locked in an unbreakable vice. His breathing hitched, his throat felt constricted, and for the first time in his life, he couldn't even scream. The pressure was suffocating.
The crowd, once lively and deafening, collectively held their breath. Everyone could feel it—a killing intent so intense that it made the air feel thick, as if they were drowning in invisible quicksand.
Even seasoned Nen users in the audience instinctively tensed, their survival instincts screaming at them. Bruce could only watch in horror as Larry slowly stepped forward. Each step was deliberate. Each step felt like a death sentence. "This isn't human... this isn't human at all!!!" Bruce wanted to run, but his legs refused to move. He wanted to scream, but his voice was trapped in his throat. It was then that Larry raised his right hand.
A blinding light of pure Nen gathered in his palm, so dense that it looked like a miniature sun. Bruce's eyes widened in terror. He knew—he was about to die. Larry's lips curled into a savage grin. "Dragon Claw!"
Bruce's mind went blank. Then—Larry's hand shot forward like a meteor descending from the heavens. The impact was instantaneous.
BOOOOOM!!!
The arena erupted. The ring shattered. The entire Sky Arena shook as if struck by an earthquake.
For a moment, nothing could be seen. A massive cloud of dust and debris engulfed the entire battlefield, obscuring everything from view. The explosion was so violently powerful that even the audience in the stands were blown back. People screamed, gripping onto their seats as chairs and loose objects were sent flying in all directions.
Even the walls trembled. The Sky Arena itself quaked. It felt as if the entire structure might collapse. In the chaos, the sound of rubble crashing to the ground and panicked gasps filled the air. No one dared to move. It took a full minute for the dust to finally settle. Then, and only then, did the audience see the aftermath.
The once towering arena ring was gone. A massive crater had replaced it, stretching several meters deep into the ground. Where Bruce once stood? Nowhere to be seen. But the audience could see something else— A gaping hole leading directly to the lower floors of the Sky Arena.
The sheer destruction was unimaginable. Larry, however, stood perfectly still at the edge of the crater, completely unfazed. His clothes barely even had a speck of dust on them.
The arena? Destroyed. The match? Over. The champion? Gone.
For several seconds, the crowd struggled to comprehend what had just happened. And then— "LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!" A roar erupted, shaking the stadium with more intensity than the earthquake itself.