Oboro himself wasn't very interested in the fight between Chrollo and Hisoka.
However, the former, as a negative example, was perfect for warning Charl.
"Hisoka, I want to thank you. If it weren't for your baptism back then, I wouldn't have been able to grow to this point and become so strong." Even though Oboro had already announced the start of the fight, Chrollo was still calm and confident.
He seemed to have the upper hand.
In the Sky Arena, he and Hisoka are both considered the closest to the level of the host.
"Strong? Are you talking about yourself?" Hisoka sneered.
"You'll see soon enough!"
Chrollo's expression turned cold, and he let out a roar, instantly rushing forward.
His explosiveness was astonishing.
Oboro didn't watch the battlefield; instead, he took out his phone and looked at a message from David.
The arrangements on the Kakin Empire side were almost complete…
He was just waiting for his turn to go.
Next to him, Charl was concentrating intensely on the two fighters in his field of vision.
Chrollo leapt into the air and landed in front of Hisoka, his five fingers curving into tiger claws, tearing towards Hisoka's head, with dense Nen attached to his hands.
Faced with this attack, Hisoka took a step back, seeming to want to dodge.
But in a flash, the originally suspended Chrollo disappeared, and instead, he appeared behind Hisoka… his tiger claws reaching for Hisoka's arm.
"How did he do that?"
Charl was shocked.
He didn't see clearly how Chrollo managed to instantly shift his position.
It's over!
Hisoka couldn't dodge!
This kind of move, not just Hisoka… Charl felt that even some top-tier "boss-level" fighters would be hit by it.
Chrollo's face also showed a smug expression.
However… in the eyes of both, Hisoka's body seemed like flickering shadows, and his flesh body turned to air. His body was pierced by Chrollo's claws, yet he moved with the grace of a dancer, taking calm steps to distance himself from Chrollo.
"This…"
Charl was stunned.
If Chrollo's attack was already mysterious and unpredictable, Hisoka's positional technique was almost divine.
He couldn't understand it even more.
"Don't stare at Hisoka… you can't learn anything from him. His level is too high. Focus on Chrollo!" Oboro's reminder came from his ear, as he kept his head down, pressing his phone.
"Yes."
Charl hurriedly refocused, keeping his eyes fixed on Chrollo.
Suddenly, he saw Chrollo recover from his shock, his hands continuously tearing at the air, striking at Hisoka… but Hisoka's stance was light and agile, dodging repeatedly, not even brushing against his clothes. Even though Chrollo's position allowed him to appear near Hisoka every time, his attacks still couldn't hit.
Their shadows flickered and shifted across the arena. Gradually… Chrollo stopped his assault, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face. He looked up, his eyes flickering as he stared at Hisoka, as if he hadn't expected the difference between them to be so astonishing.
He had originally planned to give Hisoka a "surprise"!
Now, it had turned into a joke.
"You… seem to want my arm…" Hisoka looked at the disheveled Chrollo, spinning a card at his fingertips, and said with a smile, "No need to make it so complicated. If you want it, I'll give it to you!" With that, under Charl's incomprehensible gaze, Hisoka raised his right hand.
"I'm not dodging. Come and take it…"
Chrollo's mind went blank; Hisoka was insulting him!
"Ah!"
In an instant, his expression turned furious. His Nen output surged to maximum, his hands clasped together, and he launched the deadly Tiger Bite Fist.
"Really not dodging?"
Charl's heart raced at the power Hisoka's punch displayed.
Chrollo is very famous in the Sky Arena. He has used this move in previous matches, and it's said that Tiger Bite Fist can break trees that hold multiple people, making it impossible to resist! Every time Chrollo won on the stage, he did so quite easily—even when using Tiger Bite Fist, he was nowhere near this momentum.
It's clear that Chrollo is giving his all!
If Hisoka doesn't dodge, his arm will definitely be cut off.
He'll be seriously injured!
Bang!
Chrollo's hands, shaped like tiger mouths, clamped onto Hisoka's arm, but it didn't cause the expected damage. Instead, a ball of Nen floated on Hisoka's arm, precisely wrapping the attacked area. When Chrollo's hand pushed into Hisoka's Nen, the energy was immediately drained, as if his hand had sunk into a sticky, gelatinous substance.
For a moment, he couldn't pull his hands out of the Nen cluster.
Then, before Charl could react, Hisoka's other hand suddenly struck the air behind him with an elbow.
With a loud wham!
Charl saw behind Hisoka another Chrollo, attempting a sneak attack, but Hisoka caught him in the act, bending over and spitting out water, his eyes filled with rage.
"Is this your so-called growth? A clone?"
Hisoka looked at the dazed Chrollo with a strange smile. "Really boring… I don't have much hope for you, but if you can give me some unexpected fun, I might keep you around…"
"Now I see, I was right. Your talent is too poor."
Hearing Hisoka's blunt criticism, Chrollo was furious.
He shouted, kicked his knee into Hisoka's abdomen.
He wanted to use his Nen to break Hisoka's Nen cover and cover, and simultaneously, force his clone to stand up and attack Hisoka's back of the head, buying time for the main body.
Fist winds howled…
Hisoka seemed pushed back by his assault, releasing the Nen on his arm, and darted away.
Chrollo's hands also regained their freedom.
There's still a chance!
Chrollo forced himself to calm down. After all, he had a clone, so it was a two-on-one… Hisoka's dodging indicated that his Nen ability and attack were still putting pressure on him.
But… just as that thought flashed through his mind, in the next second, he saw Hisoka, who should have jumped away, mysteriously reappear in front of him. As a playing card fell from His hand, a red line appeared from the center of his eyebrows down to his chin.
His face was cut in half!
With a plop, the two Chrollo's merged into one, and the main body collapsed, falling to the ground, lifeless.
He was dead.
Chrollo didn't see clearly, but Charl outside watched very clearly. In the brief moment Hisoka moved, his jumping direction and inertia, which should have prevented him from returning to his original position, seemed to be pulled back as if by something, like a spring, dragged back again.
What chilled Charl even more was that Chrollo was a reinforcement-type Nen user. Even if Hisoka could counter with Nen, logically, he shouldn't be able to fight so easily face-to-face, and he used a card to take Chrollo's life.
Even if Chrollo didn't react in time, his body was still maintaining Nen-based defense.
One minute… maybe less?
Charl's mouth went dry.
His master was right… the fight ended so quickly, with no suspense.
At this moment, Oboro finally put his phone in his pocket, looked up at Hisoka approaching, and said with a smile, "Finished? Why not stay and play a little longer?"
"Boring…"
Hisoka rolled his eyes with a bored expression.
"Then let's go…"
Oboro slowly stood up, taking Charl with him, and opened the door at the arena entrance.
Charl followed stiffly.
His gaze fixed on Hisoka beside him, feeling cold all over.
But Hisoka, as if sensing his stare, smiled very kindly.
"..."
Charl.
Soon, only a corpse lying in a pool of blood, gradually cooling, remained in the vast martial arts arena.
To Charl, a nearly "boss-level" expert was casually… killed.
Like a fly being crushed at random, and no one outside even knew about his death, let alone a ripple of disturbance…
He suddenly felt… he needed to understand the world of Nen users better.
After all, before this, the Sky Arena was all he knew about Nen users.
It's a bit… like sitting in a well, looking at the sky.
On the way back, in front of Hisoka, Oboro asked Charl, "Tell me, why did he lose?"
"Uh…"
Charl hesitated.
"You didn't see anything, did you?"
Oboro's eyelid twitched. Is he really that stupid?
Even if he's ordinary, there should be a limit…
"His… Nen and Hisoka's seem… a little different…"
After a long silence, Charl racked his brains, finally seeming to understand something, and stammered out, "It's too deep and complicated… with your brain, you probably can't digest it. I'll just explain the simple part… His attack on Hisoka was too straightforward, and his intentions were easily seen through. In Nen battles, you need to hide and change tactics. If your attack commands are too simple, and people can predict them, it's basically a dead end… Do you understand?" Oboro sighed.
"Ah, I see."
Charl suddenly realized, recalling the scene where Hisoka raised his arm and let Chrollo attack him.
So, Hisoka guessed his opponent's intentions from the previous few attacks.
Feigning an attack on the surface, then using clones to sneak attack the arm…
No wonder…
"And also, his Nen ability—the clone—is of the Enhancement type, but the ability it developed is close to the Materialization type. This means he can't fully unleash his true combat power, wasting his talent," Oboro explained. "Your Nen ability isn't very well developed… mainly supportive. The key elements are faith and motivation, which require strong will and physical condition. These are variable, unstable, and have limits—there are too many restrictions."
"But now, there's nothing you can do about it… That's it."
"His defeat also partly comes from his mental state being manipulated by Hisoka. When Hisoka actively provoked him to attack, and then neutralized his moves, Chrollo's mindset was thrown into chaos. Nen is influenced by willpower."
"Furthermore, timing is crucial. Hisoka, at the last moment, released energy onto his leg to entangle him, then, after jumping away, used the properties of Nen to pull himself back faster. He judged that his opponent would have a brief moment to change tactics and become distracted—this was the perfect opportunity to decide the outcome."
"I see…"
Charl couldn't help but sigh. After hearing his master's explanation, he felt like the clouds parted, and he saw the sunlight. He understood now.
Oboro was analyzing his disciple. In fact, Hisoka's victory was simply due to one reason: comprehensive suppression—level suppression.
If Hisoka didn't want to waste time, the fight would be even shorter.
"In the Sky Arena, what you need to learn is experience—different states when facing different opponents, including mental growth and stability… observation, analysis, response, and so on." Seeing his apprentice's naive look, Oboro suddenly felt a bit tired.
Hisoka, seeing Oboro's speechless expression, felt a bit gloating.
No choice—his apprentice, even if registered, was still his apprentice.
Anyway, he was about to leave soon…
If he kept Charl around all the time, Oboro felt that after a while, he might even kick him out of the sect.
He was starting to understand why Bisky and Yun liked to pick outstanding disciples—nothing else, it's just easier to manage.
____________________
For more advance chapters visit my patreon
patreon.com/kane45
Tier: 10$ Casual Reader - +20 Advance Chapter
20$ Intermediate Reader - +40 Advance Chapter
40$ Expert Reader - +80 Advance Chapter
Update: "Monday to Friday - Update 3 Chapters a Day"
"Saturday and Sunday - Off"