Crack!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of fracturing bones, Gido's entire skeletal structure was effortlessly crushed by the massive golden hand, with his broken ribs piercing directly into his heart.
[All conditions achieved.]
[Activate Nen Ability: Life Plunder.]
"Red Dragon. Devour him."
Allen activated the Nen Beast's ability without hesitation, instantly turning Gido's body into a cocoon and swallowing it whole.
At the same time, the Red Dragon's figure, growing ever larger and more majestic, once again materialized within everyone's field of vision.
The nearest referee was so frightened that he instinctively held his breath and stumbled backward, terrified that he too would be turned into a cocoon and eaten in a single bite.
However, his worry was clearly superfluous. As an ordinary person with neither Nen nor exaggerated physical capabilities, the Red Dragon had no interest in such "junk food."
In just a short moment, the Red Dragon vanished again, fully satisfied.
"Winner: Allen!"
"Unbelievable! Such overwhelming power!"
"Congratulations to Contestant Allen for yet another victory!"
"Based on his record so far, he has achieved a two-match winning streak on the 200th floor, and he hasn't lost a single match yet."
"How long can this invincible streak last? Let us wait and see!"
Accompanied by the announcer's impassioned voice, the spectators in the stands boiled over with excitement once again.
Especially those who craved scenes of blood and death; they absolutely adored the terrifying image of Gido's bones being crushed in an instant, and their anticipation for tomorrow's match grew even more intense.
Clearly, although Heavens Arena used a point-based knockout system, for true combat enthusiasts, a match ending in death was far more stimulating and adrenaline-inducing.
As for the rewards, they were the same as yesterday: 8,000 Honor points and one Talent point.
So far, Allen had gained an extra four Talent points, which he dumped entirely into the Marksmanship tree, maxing out Scatter Shot and Barrage.
With this, he was only seven battles away from unlocking the Trueshot Aura.
Of course, that was assuming all seven Nen users met the PVP system's minimum criteria for rewards.
In addition, his rank had been promoted from Sergeant to Master Sergeant, allowing him to purchase low-level battleground equipment, such as necklaces and cloaks, from the shop interface.
Looking at the Red Dragon of Life beside him, which remained in its invisible state, Allen sighed with a hint of regret. "It's a pity that after one more match, this phase will come to an end. I wonder how many fighters on the 200th floor will be willing to fight me after witnessing my ability."
Just as he entered the contestant tunnel, preparing to leave, he suddenly found Riehlvelt waiting for him there.
"Your true ability is stealing the Nen of others, isn't it?" Riehlvelt looked up and asked bluntly.
"Yes, that's right. You should have been very clear on that the moment you saw that giant hand formed from Aura," Allen replied with an affirmative answer without thinking twice.
"Stealing others' abilities and then combining them with your own for further development... you really are a terrifying brat. It took you only a single day to strengthen Sadaso's Invisible Left Arm to that extent." Riehlvelt's tone revealed undisguised envy, jealousy, and fear.
He couldn't not be afraid.
He knew perfectly well that he was about to stand in the ring and fight a life-or-death battle against an invincible enemy.
As for the option of running away, that had been ruled out the moment he learned he would lose his Nen ability.
In a way, Riehlvelt was very similar to Gido; both had lost the use of their legs during their "initiation" onto the 200th floor and relied on Aura to propel their specialized wheelchairs.
Once he lost his Nen ability, he would just be an ordinary disabled person. He absolutely could not endure or adapt to such a miserable future life, nor did he have the courage to face the retaliation of the rookies he had previously crushed using despicable means.
Seeing the intense negative emotions revealed in the other man's eyes, Allen shrugged indifferently. "Can I take those words as a compliment? Also, would you like me to give you some pointers on the further development of your ability?"
"Pointers?! For me?!"
Riehlvelt was visibly stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he was hearing.
After all, the vast majority of people in this world would do anything to weaken their enemies. He had never met anyone willing to help an enemy become stronger.
"Correct! The current you is too weak, so weak that I can't even work up any interest. Besides, after the match ends tomorrow, your ability will become mine. Developing your ability now is equivalent to developing a new ability for myself," Allen explained with significance.
In his eyes, this man in the wheelchair was arguably the weakest of the trio in terms of raw power, but he also had the highest potential for development.
As an Emitter, perhaps due to his past trauma, Riehlvelt subconsciously feared being hit by other Nen users again. Consequently, he had developed an ability similar to a jet engine, using Aura to accelerate his own movement.
In this regard, he was fundamentally different from other Emitters who preferred to condense Aura into Nen bullets of various sizes to attack their opponents.
But was this ability he developed actually weak?
No.
Quite the opposite.
This ability was incredibly strong, perhaps even beyond the comprehension of most people in this world.
Imagine if this ability were developed to its limit, combined with Ken to protect the body. If he could use the propulsion to instantly reach supersonic speeds, achieving rapid stops and directional changes in mid-air... what kind of spectacle would that be?
Aside from top-tier powerhouses like Chairman Netero, who used Nen to enhance their striking speed to the absolute limit, most people wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of his clothes.
Moreover, according to the laws of physics: speed is power.
When a person moves faster than the speed of sound, even lightly tossing a pebble can generate destructive force comparable to a bullet. Therefore, there were many possibilities for offense as well.
"Hmph. You really are confident. Aren't you afraid that I'll defeat you after gaining this powerful strength?" Riehlvelt's eyes flickered with a complex light.
"No. Of course not. I'm more worried that you'll be too weak to be worth hunting. So, do you accept my goodwill?" Allen proactively extended his right hand.
"Why not? I will use the new ability you help develop to defeat you in the ring tomorrow!" Riehlvelt clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth as he answered.
"Hehe, I hope you can back up those words. Let's go; we need to find a quiet place with no people. I have some excellent ideas regarding your ability."
With that, Allen led Riehlvelt out of Heavens Arena. They took a taxi to an uninhabited clearing in the suburbs and began a day-long session of intensive strengthening and ability development.