The aura surrounding a Nen user reflects their thoughts and emotions through its fluctuations and form.
Similarly, the vast array of Nen abilities directly mirrors the user's personality and experiences.
This is an inherent, deeply interconnected relationship.
Conversely,
Once Nen becomes prominent, it amplifies both the strengths and flaws in a user's character, as well as their so-called worldview.
The kind become kinder, the wicked grow crueler.
Thus, Nen users who disregard human life can effortlessly view their fellow beings as nothing more than ants.
The clearest example of this in the original work was those infected by Morena's "Etude of Love"...
Their unified goal was murder.
So when they killed, they felt not even the slightest psychological disturbance.
In their eyes, the lives of others...
Were merely points to level up.
And the presence of Nen made their beliefs and actions even more unshakable.
Under the heavy influence of this power system, most Nen users who commit evil have no bottom line or limits.
The opponent before him now, who had openly revealed his killing intent on the stage, was undoubtedly one of those who reveled in slaughter.
People like this...
Once they awakened their Nen abilities, they would inevitably develop powers that enhanced their lethality.
Morrow had no interest in Tygor's personality or background, nor would he criticize him for his actions.
He only confirmed one thing.
When Tygor revealed his killing intent, he had already defined this match as a fight to the death.
With no intention of speaking further, Morrow took his designated position at the referee's signal.
Then, he unleashed his aura to its maximum extent. In an instant, the Nen enveloping his body flickered like flames.
In contrast, Tygor, standing opposite him, poured pure killing intent into his aura without restraint.
The resulting aura heavily affected the referee.
As an ordinary person who didn't understand Nen, the referee felt as if an invisible force had seized his throat under the pressure of this murderous aura. He couldn't speak for a moment, and sweat broke out on his face instantly.
If not for his professionalism, he would have turned and fled right then.
To him, Tygor seemed like a tiger baring its fangs, ready to indiscriminately tear apart anyone nearby.
"Referee, I assume you heard Tygor's words just now," Morrow said calmly. "I accept his proposal for a death match. This fight is now a duel to the death, and your presence is no longer necessary."
"Y-yes..."
The referee felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, but he didn't leave the stage immediately. Instead, he forced himself to look at Tygor, intending to confirm the terms as usual.
Tygor didn't even glance at him. "Get lost," he said coldly.
The referee immediately sprinted off the stage.
—--
At the commentator's booth.
The young and vibrant female commentator received the update and exclaimed excitedly:
"What?! Contestants Morrow and Tygor have voluntarily initiated a death match! This means the fight will now escalate into a battle of life and death, with no rules or restrictions. Only one will walk away alive; the death of the opponent is the sole condition for victory!!!"
Her voice echoed throughout the arena. The audience, already excited for this match, felt a primal instinct awaken within them upon hearing the announcement of a death duel, erupting into frenzied cheers.
The roar was so deafening it nearly lifted the ceiling off.
—--
On the arena, as the referee stepped down, Tygor wasted no time launching his attack.
He raised his fists in front of him, advancing toward Morrow with quick, shuffling steps.
The fighting area was limited, and Tygor closed the distance swiftly.
Without any probing, he threw a confident jab straight at Morrow's face.
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air as his white fist moved so fast it left only an afterimage.
Morrow, already on guard, retreated in time to dodge the jab, intending to focus on defense while observing Tygor's fighting style.
But in that instant,
An invisible strike slammed into Morrow's cheek.
A dull thud echoed.
Morrow staggered back from the impact, a visible jellyfish-shaped ripple of aura pulsing from his cheek, disrupting his footing.
Aura… extended.
The moment he was hit, Morrow saw Tygor's aura, stretched taut from his straightened fist, suddenly expand and lengthen in the blink of an eye.
It was this abrupt extension of aura that struck his cheek like a fist.
And from the sensation of the hit, this wasn't a standard aura manipulation attack.
If it were, the force wouldn't have been this overwhelming unless there was a significant disparity in their aura defense and offense.
That aura… must have been imbued with the property of concussive force.
A Transmuter-type ability.
Morrow stumbled back, digging his right foot into the ground to steady himself.
Meanwhile, the crowd erupted, gasps, cheers, shouts of excitement.
The spectators couldn't clearly see Tygor's true strike, only witnessing the aftermath: Morrow dodging the fist yet still getting hit.
This direct result was precisely why they had dubbed Tygor's technique the "Sonic Fist."
—--
Back in the arena.
Tygor, having landed the first blow, gave Morrow no time to recover, pressing forward again with quick steps.
As Morrow barely regained his balance, Tygor was already upon him, a killing intent-laden jab aimed at his vital upper body.
Faced with this relentless assault, Morrow didn't allocate much aura to defend his torso. Instead, he concentrated most of it into his legs.
Tap-tap, tap...
Suddenly, Morrow pushed off the ground with his toes, his body leaping back lightly like a gazelle. The moment his heels touched down, he twisted sharply, propelling himself into a high-speed directional change.
Tygor's rapid jabs sliced through empty air.
Realizing this, Tygor didn't retract his fists. Instead, he bent his elbow, driving it toward Morrow, who had now repositioned beside him.
The concussive aura extended along his elbow like a blade, lashing out at Morrow.
Yet Morrow was faster, his body tracing a semicircular arc across the arena as he circled to the opposite side.
Tygor's pursuit ended in empty air, forcing him to halt at the edge of the ring, his brow furrowing slightly.
He had just cornered Morrow. Had he seized the opportunity, he was confident he could have knocked him out.
But Morrow's footwork had slipped him free.
—--
In the stands... The long-haired woman, who had lost to Morrow in the preliminary match, suddenly widened her eyes in shock and exclaimed, "How could he... my Gazelle Steps, and... so fast!"
The footwork Morrow had just used was the very technique she had employed during the preliminary match.
She never expected to see Morrow use it here!
But the issue wasn't just that he had learned the Gazelle Steps—it was the explosive power and speed he displayed with the technique, far surpassing her current capabilities.
The long-haired woman couldn't believe it.