Sky Arena.
163rd Floor, Arena A, Player Lounge.
Kevin sat in the lounge, holding a book on flora and fauna, the sound of the broadcast in his ears. At this moment, he was alone in the lounge.
A few days prior, after successfully advancing to the 150th floor, Kevin had rested and trained for a few days before returning here to participate in the fighting competition.
The lounge door was pushed open, and a new player entered.
Naturally, the player lounge for those about to enter the arena was not a private room.
"It's him."
The one who walked in was Killua, the six-year-old player who had won the first fighting match Kevin watched three months ago.
This young child had left an extremely deep impression on Kevin.
Facing Kevin's scrutiny, Killua, small as he was, did not even lift his head. He was already accustomed to such gazes; due to his age, he was quite famous in this arena.
To be honest, he was already feeling a bit annoyed. Because of his age, many fighters often spoke without thinking.
The young Killua was not one to be trifled with; because of this, he had already crippled several players. The reason no one had died was simply that the fighters above the 150th floor were all formidable, and he couldn't achieve a one-hit kill.
Therefore, when scheduling matches, as long as time permitted, they would try to avoid Killua meeting other contestants in the lounge.
It just so happened that Killua seemed to have arrived earlier today.
Just as Killua was ready to teach Kevin a good lesson if he spoke disrespectfully, Kevin had already withdrawn his gaze.
"Hmm?" This, instead, piqued Killua's curiosity.
He looked up at Kevin.
At this moment, Kevin had returned to his previous state, holding that large book in his hands and studying it intently.
He was genuinely studying. Kevin's physical learning ability was poor, but his mental learning function was exceptionally agile, and A Moment of Dream was closely related to knowledge of plants, animals, and medicine, so he had no choice but to study diligently.
It had been almost half a year since he transmigrated to this differentworld, and Kevin hadn't had the chance to enjoy life yet, spending every day immersed in high-intensity training and study.
"Peculiar." This was Killua's first impression of Kevin.
After a careful look, Killua frowned slightly.
Born into a family of assassins, besides assassin training and various adaptive training, the most essential skill he needed was keen eyesight.
To analyze the difference between friend and foe through observation, after all, in the assassin profession, a slight mistake could not only prevent one from earning money but even cost one's life.
And at this moment, through observation, Killua had to admit that the man in front of him was very strong.
Unlike the arena opponents he had encountered before, in Killua's eyes, he would soon surpass most of them.
His occasional losses in battles with them were only because Killua didn't want to get too injured; if he couldn't finish the fight quickly, he would usually just concede.
But the man in front of him made a sense of fear well up in Killua's heart, that feeling... was like facing his own brother, though very faint.
Thinking of his brother, Killua felt a bit annoyed. His family situation was quite complicated, and he mostly disliked his brother.
Kevin moved his gaze from the book, meeting Killua's eyes.
"You're Killua, right?"
"Mm." Killua, uncharacteristically, responded and nodded.
Suddenly, a brilliant smile bloomed on Kevin's face, and he asked in a gentle tone, "Do you want to spar and train with me later?"
"What?" Killua looked puzzled.
"I've watched your fights. Even though you're only six, your fighting techniques are very solid. When I was your age, I was still playing in the mud, following others around." Kevin said with a smile, his words full of admiration for Killua.
Clearly, Kevin's words pleased Killua greatly. He showed a proud smile, but quickly retorted, "Seven, I'm already seven."
"Haha, really? Then congratulations on growing another year older." Kevin thought, so this little guy cares about that, truly a child's temperament.
A simple exchange made Killua quite satisfied with Kevin, and his attitude noticeably softened.
"How about it? What do you think?"
Kevin was genuinely thinking this way. He had watched Killua's fights; this child's fighting techniques were indeed formidable. To be honest, he was stronger than most people in the arena.
It was just that due to his age, Killua lacked strength, resulting in limited lethality. He often hit the opponent's vital points but couldn't deliver a fatal blow due to insufficient power.
Considering his age, being able to do this was already very impressive.
"How about this, I'll be your punching bag, your sparring partner, and I promise not to fight back, how about that?" Kevin offered even more tempting terms.
However, this sentence seemed to hit Killua's sore spot.
Killua's face instantly darkened, and he said angrily, "Ha! Do you think I can't beat you?"
A child's self-esteem is indeed very strong. Kevin had probably figured out Killua's temper.
"Haha, I'm more than ten years older than you, so beating you naturally isn't difficult."
After speaking, without waiting for Killua to retort, Kevin extended his fist.
"Let's make a deal, just as a way to make friends. If I encounter you in the arena and defeat you, you'll come and be my sparring partner."
As soon as Kevin said this, it blocked the words Killua had originally intended to say.
Killua stood still, a hint of conflicted expression on his face.
Finally, he still walked over with an indifferent expression, extended his fist, and bumped it against Kevin's.
"Hmph! I'll definitely beat you. When that happens, I'll have to teach you a good lesson, haha!"
"Is that so? Then I'll be relying on Teacher Killua's guidance when the time comes." Kevin didn't mind, still smiling as he spoke.
"Hmph hmph!" Killua hummed twice proudly, clearly pleased with Kevin's response.
This child is really interesting. Are all children in this other world so precocious? Kevin thought to himself, then said aloud, "I haven't formally introduced myself yet. My name is Kevin Carpenberg." As he spoke, he extended his hand.
Killua, with some novelty, extended his hand and shook Kevin's: "My name is Killua, Killua Zoldyck."
"I look forward to meeting you in the fighting arena later."
Kevin had no doubt that he and Killua would meet in the arena; he had basically figured out the Sky Arena's pattern for selecting opponents.
Kevin himself was a high-profile player, and the extremely young Killua also received a lot of attention.
Now both of them were participating in the same level of competition. Clearly, Killua had encountered a bottleneck and difficulties after advancing to the 150th floor, and was currently stagnant. But he had never dropped below the 150th floor, indicating that once he reached this level, he had a high probability of winning his matches.
And Kevin had just advanced to the 150th floor. If he lost the match, he would drop down again, which would be too troublesome, so he would definitely go all out to win this match as well.
Under these circumstances, as long as the next match was scheduled appropriately, there was a very high possibility that the two would be arranged as opponents.
After all, Sky Arena, as the organizer, loved to use such topicality to generate hype and increase betting rates.
It was no exaggeration to say that whenever Kevin was involved in a fight, the number of people participating in gambling bets often increased significantly.
Just then, a prompt sounded, indicating it was Kevin's turn to prepare to enter the arena.
Kevin stood up and waved to little Killua with a smile.
"Then I'll go in first."
"Mm, bye-bye!" Killua finally showed the demeanor of a child, smiling and waving.
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