Kite observed his opponent.
Using the newly learned Gyo, he carefully observed his opponent.
"An ordinary person," he concluded.
With the battle about to begin, the opponent seemed somewhat wary, but his body was not in a fighting stance.
It seemed he wasn't a formidable martial artist.
In that case, there was no need to waste time; he would finish him in one blow.
"Begin!"
The referee gave the order.
Kite charged directly forward.
He launched a swift and powerful palm strike; even an elite martial artist would be sent flying by this strike, resulting in an immediate KO.
"Bang!"
With their first exchange, Kite back-flipped, returning to his original position.
He looked at Kevin in surprise, reaching to touch his stomach.
A whistle sounded nearby: "Valid hit."
Kevin scored a point.
"Why does this guy only know how to use brute force? But his strength is indeed great," Kevin couldn't help but exclaim. His opponent looked thin, but the power and explosiveness of his body far exceeded his own, who wasn't using Nen.
After all, he had only trained for three months, and before that, he was just a weak-limbed experimental subject.
But this wasn't the kind of battle he wanted.
He wanted a battle where the opponent used various techniques and different martial arts, not just pure brute force.
"Who can't just throw a straight punch with brute force?" What he wanted from fighting here was more than just that.
"Hey, how long are you going to stand there?" Kevin reminded him.
As soon as he spoke, Kite charged forward again. This time, he was no longer as overconfident as before.
He arrived in front of Kevin at an extremely fast speed, and as he began his attack, he suddenly darted to the side.
A hook punch came from the left.
The hit landed, but Kite did not press his advantage, instead back-flipping again to create distance from Kevin.
Although he was hit, Kevin remained motionless.
"Yes, this is how it should be."
Facing the fact that he had been hit, Kevin smiled, very satisfied.
This was the kind of battle he wanted. Aside from using Nen for the most basic defense, he would not use any other techniques.
He would let the battle be handled by his body, allowing his body to remember and react.
Through repeated battles, even if his body's learning ability was poor, it would develop instinctive conditioned reflexes.
Only in a place like the Sky Arena, where he could fight highly skilled martial artists anytime, anywhere, could Kevin's needs be met.
This was also Bisky's goal.
In such battles, Kevin's body would also receive thorough training and development, compensating for his lack of physical training.
Because Nen's defense would not cause truly serious injury, yet he would still feel pain, it also wouldn't affect Kevin's learning and training of Nen Ability at other times.
It was full of benefits, a win!
With the score tied at one-one, Kite did not rush to attack this time, but instead observed his opponent again.
He was very certain that he had just landed a hit, and with considerable force.
A Non-Nen User, even if they endured it, should not appear completely unharmed as he did now.
There was only one explanation for this situation.
Gyo was used again.
Nen gathered in his eyes, his focus intense. He watched Kevin's naturally dispersed Nen gather around his head, forming a smoke-like mist that drifted upwards.
"An illusion. The opponent's Nen Ability control is far stronger than my own. This is an illusion created through the manipulation of Nen."
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
This was not a life-or-death battle, but merely an ordinary competition.
However, the enemy maintained this state of deceiving Nen Ability from beginning to end, which meant it wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but rather was a result of the opponent's inherently cautious nature.
Since learning some techniques and awakening his Nen under Ging's tutelage, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
He was currently undergoing Ging's trial; only by finding Ging with his own strength would this trial end, and Ging would then accept him as a disciple.
Originally, he had planned to first pass the Hunter Exam, become a Hunter, and then use a Hunter's privileges to search.
Unexpectedly, during the Hunter Exam six months ago, he encountered a Nen User and failed.
He deeply understood that he was unfamiliar with battles between Nen Users.
He had once heard Ging mention the Sky Arena, which was why he came here, intending to climb to the two-hundredth floor and fight more Nen Users there.
Coming here was indeed the right choice; he encountered a Nen User in his very first battle, and a master at that.
Kevin didn't know that his opponent already considered him a Nen Ability master.
His Nen Ability control techniques were indeed very deceptive; people who didn't know his background would easily become more cautious due to the situation he presented.
Though he didn't know why, his opponent's entire demeanor had changed, clearly now completely focused on the battle at hand.
Just as I wished.
Kite attacked again, and through defense and evasion, he scored another point with his technique.
After several rounds of exchanges, the score had reached 2 to 5.
Kite once again created distance.
His score was 5, but the problem was he was simply not satisfied.
He frowned, looking at Kevin seriously.
His expression went from resentment, to dissatisfaction, and then to unwillingness.
Finally, he exhaled, his expression relieved.
"It seems I am not yet qualified. I will continue to work hard, and by then, I hope you will face our battle seriously."
After speaking, amidst Kevin's bewildered gaze, Kite raised his hand: "I give up."
Interestingly, the referee nearby also nodded in agreement, not thinking there was anything wrong with Kite's action, and immediately declared Kevin the winner.
The referee came before Kevin and handed him the slip: "You've been promoted. You can go directly to the fiftieth floor to participate in battles."
"Why?" Kevin asked, puzzled.
This time, it was the referee's turn to be puzzled. He had seen many cases like Kevin's.
Those with strong inherent abilities would display their prowess in their very first battle, then rapidly advance until they reached their corresponding floor before slowing down.
The people who officiated on the first floor had no problem with their eyesight; they could tell at a glance whether an opponent belonged to this level of combat.
"Don't you want to?"
"Of course not," Kevin shook his head.
"Alright then."
The referee gave him a new slip, twenty floors. He also marked Kevin's file for normal promotion.
He had also seen this kind of behavior before; many martial artists would use such methods to hone themselves.
Kevin himself had this intention.
If he merely wanted to advance, he could just use his Nen Ability to KO everyone with one punch; there would be no need for all this trouble.
Meanwhile, Kite, who had just lost the match, was promoted to the thirtieth floor to begin battling.
Without much rest, Kevin proceeded to his next match. Because his opponent's techniques were truly subpar, Kevin couldn't be bothered to prolong the fight and KO'd the match with one punch.
He began to climb upwards at a normal promotion speed.
Kite, his opponent in the first match, began to pay attention to Kevin, carefully watching every one of his battles.