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The next few days inside Heavens Arena were brutal.
At least for everyone unfortunate enough to stand across from Yuzuki.
Riehlvelt lasted barely longer than Gido.
His electric wheelchair attacks, hidden weapons, and Nen-infused strikes looked impressive to ordinary spectators.
But against Yuzuki?
They felt clumsy.
Predictable.
Yuzuki dismantled him methodically with pure martial skill alone and terrifying combat instincts.
By the end of the fight, Riehlvelt had been folded into the arena wall hard enough to leave a body-shaped crater.
Sadaso performed even worse.
The moment the match began, he attempted psychological intimidation.
Threats.
Bloodlust.
Murderous aura.
Unfortunately for him—
Yuzuki had already dealt with people like Hisoka.
Compared to that clown?
Sadaso felt like a child pretending to be dangerous.
The fight ended in under 20 seconds.
Sadaso spent most of it screaming.
And after those victories—
The buzz surrounding Yuzuki exploded even further.
Because now there was finally another fighter willing to challenge him directly.
Kastro.
One of the most respected competitors on the 200th Floor.
A genuine veteran.
A fighter who had even survived a battle against Hisoka Morow.
Originally, Yuzuki and Kastro had intended to fight immediately after Sadaso's defeat.
But the organizers of Heavens Arena practically begged them to postpone it.
Four days.
That was all they asked.
Enough time to advertise.
Enough time to build anticipation.
Enough time to turn the fight into a spectacle.
And they succeeded brilliantly.
Because by the time the match day finally arrived—
The entire tower was obsessed with it.
Posters covered hallways.
Massive screens replayed highlights constantly.
Betting booths were overflowing.
"This is Kastro's fight for sure!"
"No way! That sunglasses kid is a monster!"
"Kastro survived against Hisoka!"
"Yeah, and Yuzuki blew apart half an arena!"
"I'm betting fifty million on Yuzuki!"
"You're insane!"
"Put twenty on Kastro!"
"Double it!"
Everywhere people argued passionately.
Some believed experience would triumph.
Others believed talent would.
Meanwhile backstage—
Yuzuki stretched quietly inside the preparation room.
Bisky stood nearby with her arms crossed.
Wing leaned against the wall calmly.
Zushi sat in the corner practically vibrating from excitement.
"I can't believe this fight is actually happening…"
Bisky ignored him completely.
Her eyes remained fixed on Yuzuki.
"Listen carefully, brat."
Yuzuki glanced over.
Bisky pointed directly at him.
"No Infinity in this fight."
Yuzuki blinked once.
"…Seriously?"
"Yes seriously."
Her tone left zero room for argument.
"Kastro is an exceptional martial artist."
"Probably the best one you've faced so far."
"You rely too much on your abilities sometimes."
Her eyes sharpened.
"So beat him properly."
"With your body."
"With your skill."
"With everything you've learned."
Wing nodded slightly in agreement.
"Kastro's fundamentals are extremely refined."
"He's disciplined."
"Experienced."
"This is a valuable opportunity for growth."
Yuzuki sighed dramatically.
"…Kay."
Bisky immediately narrowed her eyes.
"That sounded disrespectful."
"It was respectful enough."
A vein popped slightly on her forehead.
Meanwhile Zushi looked at Yuzuki with sparkling eyes.
'He's really going to fight Mister Kastro…'
'Amazing…'
Bisky eventually calmed herself before speaking again.
"And if you win today…"
Her lips curled upward.
"You'll only be six wins away from challenging a Floor Master."
Even Yuzuki looked slightly surprised at hearing that.
Because becoming a Floor Master on the 200th Floor was a massive deal.
Power.
Status.
Money.
Recognition.
Only elite fighters reached that level.
Bisky continued.
"And more importantly…"
"The Battle Olympia starts in one month."
At those words—
Even Wing's expression sharpened slightly.
The Battle Olympia.
The largest fighting event in Heavens Arena.
Where monsters gathered.
Where Floor Masters clashed.
Where reputations were made and destroyed.
Bisky smirked.
"If you make enough noise before then…"
"…you might become one of the main attractions."
Yuzuki smiled immediately.
Excited.
"Of course I'm winning it."
The sheer confidence in his voice made Zushi's jaw drop.
Wing adjusted his glasses.
And Bisky—
Bisky simply laughed proudly.
Because somehow…
That absurd confidence no longer sounded impossible coming from Yuzuki.
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The atmosphere inside Heavens Arena had become electric.
Tens of thousands of spectators filled the massive stands.
The roar of conversation alone sounded like an approaching storm.
Huge digital screens displayed highlights repeatedly.
Yuzuki's devastating Red.
Kastro's elegant martial arts.
Predictions.
Statistics.
Betting odds.
The entire arena buzzed with anticipation.
And amidst that chaos—
Four figures quietly entered the tower.
At the front walked Chrollo Lucilfer.
Hands in his pockets.
Expression calm.
Beside him were Pakunoda, Shalnark, and Shizuku Murasaki.
None of them drew attention.
Not because they were unnoticed.
But because something about them instinctively discouraged people from staring too long.
As they entered the elevator, Chrollo glanced around lightly.
Then smiled faintly.
"…Nostalgic."
Shalnark tilted his head.
"You miss it?"
"Maybe."
Chrollo's gaze lingered briefly on the towering structure around them.
"Heavens Arena attracts interesting people."
Pakunoda folded her arms.
"And dangerous ones."
"That too."
The elevator continued upward.
Floor after floor passing beneath them.
Eventually the doors opened near the VIP viewing sections.
Waiting there already was Machi Komacine.
Leaning silently against the wall.
Chrollo approached calmly.
"Are we late?"
Machi shook her head slightly.
"It's about to start."
Then after a pause she added,
"And good timing for you too."
Chrollo looked at her curiously.
Machi sighed faintly.
"You just missed Hisoka."
Immediately the atmosphere shifted slightly.
Even Shalnark stopped smiling for a second.
Machi continued.
"He left yesterday."
"Said he had 'serious matters' to attend to."
Chrollo's faint smile deepened slightly.
"…I see."
And honestly—
He was glad.
Because while Chrollo never feared Hisoka…
The clown was exhausting.
Especially lately.
Meanwhile beside them—
Shizuku had stopped walking entirely.
Her eyes were fixed upward.
Toward the massive screen hanging above the arena.
Displayed across it was Yuzuki's face.
Wearing sunglasses.
Expression calm.
The image lingered for several seconds as the crowd cheered wildly.
Shizuku smiled softly.
It was still her usual blank expression.
But unmistakably a smile.
Chrollo noticed immediately.
"You seem excited to see him."
"…Mhm."
Shalnark laughed lightly.
"If she's excited, she's certainly not showing it."
Because somehow—
Even smiling—
Shizuku still looked emotionally vacant.
Pakunoda immediately smacked Shalnark lightly on the shoulder.
"Leave her alone."
"Ow."
Then suddenly—
The arena lights dimmed.
The massive crowd erupted instantly.
The announcer's voice boomed throughout the stadium.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
"THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!"
The crowd roared.
"TODAY'S SPECIAL MATCH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!"
Huge holographic screens exploded to life.
One side displayed Kastro.
The other displayed Yuzuki.
"ON ONE SIDE—"
"A VETERAN OF THE 200TH FLOOR!"
"A POWERFUL MARTIAL ARTIST WHO ONCE STOOD AGAINST HISOKA!"
"KAAAAAASTROOOO!"
The audience erupted into cheers.
Kastro stepped from the fighter tunnel calmly.
Composed.
Focused.
His muscular frame radiated discipline and confidence.
Then the announcer shouted again.
"AND ON THE OTHER SIDE—"
"THE FASTEST FIGHTER EVER TO REACH THE 200TH FLOOR!"
"THE PRODIGY WHO HAS TAKEN HEAVENS ARENA BY STORM!"
"YUUUUUZUKIIIIII!"
The arena exploded even louder.
Yuzuki walked out casually.
Hands in pockets.
Sunglasses still on.
The cheers around him were absurd.
People screamed his name constantly now.
Some held signs.
Others waved banners.
He had become a genuine phenomenon inside the tower.
Shizuku watched him silently.
Pakunoda noticed the faintest softening in her eyes.
Meanwhile below—
Yuzuki stepped into the arena fully.
And stopped.
Directly across from Kastro.
The size difference was honestly ridiculous.
Kastro towered over him completely.
Yuzuki practically had to look upward to maintain eye contact.
But somehow—
The smaller boy felt far more dangerous.
Kastro smiled faintly.
"You ready?"
Yuzuki returned the smile.
"Always."
Then both fighters slowly took their stances.
Aura began rising subtly around them.
The crowd quieted instinctively.
Because everyone could feel it now.
This fight—
Was going to be different.
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