"So... a group of Floor Masters secretly banded together and plan to launch an ambush when I leave Heavens Arena and am off guard?"
After submitting the registration form for the match, Allen finally learned from Hisoka what the so-called "very terrible thing" was. Instead of showing even a hint of fear, he displayed undisguised excitement and delight.
If it hadn't been for the rules of Heavens Arena, he would have targeted those Floor Masters long ago.
But to think that just as he was preparing to move on, these reckless fools would deliver themselves right to his doorstep, and even leak the information beforehand.
It was well known that in the entire World of Warcraft game, two classes were most suitable for solo outdoor PvP activities.
One was the Rogue, with its Stealth and numerous crowd control and escape skills, and the other was the Hunter, with terrifying burst damage and an ultra-long firing range.
Especially the Night Elf Hunter, who could often Shadowmeld and patiently wait in an unnoticed corner for prey to enter range, then suddenly emerge and unleash a volley of shots. The victim would often release their spirit before they even had time to react.
If combined with traps, Engineering gadgets, explosives, and Invisibility Potions, it was entirely possible to take the head of a "Raid Leader" from a group of ten thousand men and retreat completely unscathed.
In addition to all this, Allen had a trump card: he could instantly phase between the Dungeon and the real world, using the confusion, incomprehension, anxiety, and tension caused by the momentary loss of target to catch his opponent off guard.
In a sense, he was much better suited for unrestricted combat in the vast open spaces outside than in the confined terrain of Heavens Arena.
Only in the complex terrain of the wilderness could he truly unleash one hundred percent of his power and methods.
"Yes. Simply put, they feel you are a huge threat, a balance breaker who will severely affect the biennial World Martial Arts Tournament, and therefore must be eliminated. But you don't seem worried at all?"
Hisoka clearly realized what the Aura Allen was inadvertently exuding meant, and an "I knew it" expression appeared on his face.
"Worried? Why should I be worried! They are the ones who should be worried! Because they chose the wrong opponent, at the wrong time, and in the wrong location," Allen said, curling his lips into a cruel smile.
He knew that this ambush would not be the head-on clash and group fight that those Floor Masters anticipated. It would be a complete massacre, a one-sided hunt, and they were the prey delivered right to him.
When it was over, every Floor Master involved in this action would vanish from the world, becoming food for the Red Dragon's belly.
"Yes! Yes! That's the look! Please be sure to maintain that state in the ring tomorrow, and hunt me as if I were the same kind of prey."
Hisoka kept licking his lips, forcibly suppressing the restless dark desire within his heart.
"Don't worry, I won't ever get tired of punching your face, no matter how many times I do it," Allen replied meaningfully.
"Then I'm relieved! I'll see you in the ring tomorrow."
With that, Hisoka and Illumi turned and disappeared into the shadowy depths of the corridor.
After watching the two fully depart, Allen finally turned back to the martial artist behind him and said, "It looks like we need to slightly alter our plans."
"Are you planning to go to full-scale war with the Floor Masters?" Bodoro clenched his fists, radiating intense battle intent.
"Yes. But before that, I plan to deliver them a declaration of war, a declaration written in blood and death."
As he spoke, Allen began to calculate internally how he could achieve ten victories in the shortest possible time.
Killing Valenza counted as one match. Dragging Killua and Gon in for their debut matches accounted for three. Bodoro's contribution was one, and tomorrow's match against Hisoka would be five victories.
The remaining five victories would probably have to come from challenging the newcomers who had just been promoted to the 200th floor.
After all, most of the existing 200th-floor fighters had already witnessed his strength and would not easily risk their hard-won Nen abilities and lives.
Thinking this, Allen looked directly into Bodoro's eyes and asked, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course! Please just give the order!" The martial artist nodded without a second thought.
"Go to the 190th to 199th floors and select five ruthless killers. Then, teach them Nen in exchange for them fighting a match against me," Allen said, articulating his plan while stroking his chin.
"Understood! Please give me one week."
Bodoro was not foolish. He immediately understood that Allen was aiming to secure ten victories, and then personally destroy one of the Floor Masters under the gaze of countless eyes, serving as a public declaration of war against the other Floor Masters.
No fear!
No retreat!
But a counterattack in the most direct and ruthless manner!
As an Enhancer, he felt as if a volcanic eruption was brewing within him. He was so thrilled that he wished he could immediately join his life-saving benefactor in this war, defeating and trampling those despicable Floor Masters one by one.
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Meanwhile, Hisoka returned to his room on the 200th floor. He stripped off his clothes and stepped straight into the shower, enjoying the comfort of the hot water spraying over his body.
Illumi stood by the window, enjoying the cool night breeze while admiring the view outside. After about three to five minutes, he suddenly asked, "Hisoka, did you feel it just now? The unusual Aura capacity on that guy."
"I'm not blind. Allen's Aura has increased by roughly four times compared to when we last parted, and there isn't a single flaw in his entire body. I assume this has something to do with that Nen Beast of his that can devour others' Aura," Hisoka replied from behind the bathroom door.
"Since you noticed, you should know that the gap in Aura between you two is now almost impossible to bridge with skill alone. That is to say, even if he only uses an Enhancement punch, he can easily break through your defense," Illumi pointed out a very sharp, yet unavoidable, issue.
But Hisoka smiled nonchalantly. "Heh heh, don't you think that makes it the absolute best? Because every punch from my opponent has the potential to instantly cause irreversible damage, and every exchange is equivalent to brushing past the Grim Reaper. That combination of thrill, shivers, excitement, and fear is absolutely addictive. Besides, I'm not entirely unprepared."
"Oh? Are you saying you've made new developments to your ability?"
Illumi turned around, observing the soaking wet Hisoka who had just stepped out of the bathroom with interest.
The latter dried the water droplets from his body, casually tossed the towel aside, and said meaningfully, "You'll understand if you come watch the match tomorrow. The Magician will perform a great feat of skill, teetering on the boundary of life and death, on the most spectacular stage."
"What if you fail? Do you need me to collect your corpse?" Illumi asked, expressionless.
"No need. Because Allen won't kill me. Though it's a bit frustrating, he's already come to regard me as a kind of toy, just as I won't easily destroy those unripe fruits."
As he said this, Hisoka's eyes flashed with a very rare mix of anger and resentment, and even a hint of hatred for his own lack of sufficient power.