En (Gold)!
This was the trait Ryker had farmed from Zeno Zoldyck.
Now, as a burgeoning "Hexagon Warrior," Ryker's range already surpassed Zeno's!
500 meters!
This was his current limit.
But it was enough to cover most of the upper floors of Heaven's Arena.
In short: You are all within my domain!
Dimly Lit Corridor.
Hisoka's expression changed abruptly.
He felt a strange, powerful Nen scan pass through him, enveloping the entire arena!
His face turned ugly.
En!
As a master, he knew exactly what this was.
And he was shocked to feel that the user's Nen capacity was above his own!
Who?
Who has arrived?
Hisoka frowned.
Before, he was the hunter waiting for prey. Now, a chill ran down his spine. His heart pounded.
He felt like he was the prey.
Not just him—the entire upper echelon of the arena was under surveillance.
Then, the feeling vanished after a few seconds.
Maintaining such a massive En was exhausting. Even Ryker wouldn't waste aura like that constantly.
But a few seconds was enough. Like a radar ping.
Ryker had mapped everyone.
Especially the conspicuous clown.
"Get out of the way!"
Suddenly, an arrogant voice rang out.
A man with short blue hair, a white jawbone mask, and a hole in his stomach appeared. Hands in pockets.
Grimmjow! Ryker's Nen Beast.
"Hmm?"
Hisoka paused. He hadn't noticed this guy approaching.
This is one of the fruits I wanted to hunt.
But he's provoking me first?
And... this guy felt weird. Strange.
Before Hisoka could analyze it, Grimmjow attacked.
SWISH!
A claw strike.
BOOM!
Hisoka was knocked back. The wall behind him was sliced like tofu, leaving five 5-meter-long gashes.
Amazing destructive power!
Grimmjow sneered at Hisoka. "Honestly, I hate shady guys like you the most. Look at me like that again, and I'll gouge your eyes out."
"Hehe."
Hisoka chuckled coldly, staring deeply at Grimmjow... and then stepped aside?
Grimmjow didn't hesitate and strode past.
"Interesting... such a intoxicating flavor~~"
Hisoka licked his lips, watching Grimmjow leave. Then he looked toward the elevator and decided to leave too.
He planned to test the other "fruits" (Gon/Killua), but now he changed his mind.
Too many strong fruits had arrived. He couldn't eat them all at once.
Things are getting fun.
Hisoka disappeared into the shadows.
Other Side of the Corridor.
The elevator opened. Ryker, Gon, and Killua stepped out.
"Wow! It's so different here! Huge windows, and so few people."
Gon marveled at the empty hallway.
Floor 190 was crowded. Floor 200 was silent.
Ryker smiled.
His Grimmjow clone had done a good job clearing the path. He didn't want to deal with Hisoka's drama right now.
Is Hisoka's cooldown over yet?
Canary stayed at Floor 190 (servants weren't allowed past the reception area without a pass).
They walked to the reception.
"Welcome to the 200th Floor. Please register here."
The receptionist was much prettier than the ones downstairs. High-end service for high-end clients. She had Blue traits—service skills. Useless for Ryker.
"Are you applying for a match immediately? We use a declaration system. You have 90 days of prep time. You can fight anytime within that period. Each fight resets the 90-day timer."
"If you don't fight within 90 days, you lose your qualification."
"Win 10 matches to challenge the Floor Masters!"
"Floor Masters occupy Floors 230-250. Beating them makes you the ruler of that floor."
"You also qualify for the biennial Battle Olympia at the top!"
The receptionist explained a lot.
Basically: Fight to get stronger and gain honor.
The "Battle Olympia" sounded like hype, but for Ryker, this was just a farming ground.
Only the strong were worthy of giving him traits.
Gon and Killua were bored. They just wanted money and training.
"Hey! Missy! Sign me up for fights every Monday and Tuesday!"
Suddenly, an arrogant voice interrupted.
Grimmjow Ryker. The troll was back.
He glanced at Ryker's group with disdain.
"Brother Ryker... that guy is dangerous!"
Killua's face paled. He felt the same terror he felt from Illumi back when he couldn't use Nen.
This guy was a beast!
"I feel it too," Gon said seriously.
Ryker kept a straight face.
Damn!
My Nen Beast's persona is too good.
Grimmjow is the bad guy. Ryker is the good guy.
If Grimmjow kills people, it has nothing to do with Ryker!
"Uh? Sir, fighting two days in a row is dangerous..." The receptionist warned.
"Shut up! Just do it! I'm only free on those days!"
Grimmjow roared.
Soon, he was registered.
"Wednesday and Thursday. Consecutive fights."
Ulquiorra walked up. Cold as ice.
The hole in his neck made everyone shudder.
"Hiss—"
Gon and Killua felt their hearts tighten.
Floor 200 was scary. Two monsters appeared instantly.
The receptionist trembled but processed the paperwork.
Monsters.
Fighting consecutively means they are either suicidal or incredibly strong.
She didn't want to mess with them.
"Excuse me... please sign me up for Friday and Sunday. Saturday is the supermarket sale, so I'm busy."
Suddenly, a goofy bald head appeared.
Saitama!
He looked harmless.
The receptionist pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
A bald weirdo on Floor 200?
And he also wanted consecutive fights?
And none of them requested to avoid high-ranking opponents? They were challenging anyone?
Monsters!
"Sir... are you sure? You only need to fight once every three months."
"No need. I came here to fight," Saitama said seriously.
"Okay... today is Friday. Are you available?"
"Of course."
"AH! It's you! Mr. Saitama!"
Gon recognized the bald head.
"Oh? You are?" Saitama acted confused.
"I'm Gon! We met on Floor 110!"
"Is that so? I don't remember. I fight a lot."
"Mr. Saitama is amazing! Brother Ryker, he's also a 'One Punch' type!!" Gon said excitedly.
Ryker twitched.
He sighed internally.
Yeah... Saitama really is One Punch Man, little bro.
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