“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to today’s fight in the 200 class!” the announcer bellows, her excitement palpable as her voice echoes across the arena. “We’ve got an electrifying matchup for you tonight—a rookie versus a seasoned veteran! Introducing Finur, with a record of 5 wins and 2 losses! After losing his debut match, he bounced back with five victories and only one more defeat. If he keeps this up, he might have a shot at becoming a Floor Master!


    “As you all know, his fighting style is one of the most unique in the arena—he’s the ! Using an array of knives, daggers, and other bladed weapons, Finur overwhelms his opponents with speed and precision!”


    The crowd erupts in cheers as Finur enters the arena. He looks slightly uneasy, his posture betraying his nerves. It’s clear that whatever occurred earlier with Menchi has shaken him.


    The announcer doesn’t miss a beat, continuing with unrestrained energy. “And now, his opponent! There are rumors swirling around this one. Supposedly, he’s already managed to set up ten fights! TEN, folks! How did our staff even allow that? Usually, only a few fights can be arranged at a time. I smell bribery! But hey, we’re not here to speculate but to watch a fight! sea??h thё n??el Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    “Not much is known about his fighting style, but here’s what we’ve managed to dig up: he’s a newcomer with a 0-0 record. Before entering the 200 class, his main technique involved unarmed combat—a personal variation of a claw-based fighting style. Oh! And here he comes now!”


    The crowd turns toward the arena’s entrance as Alex strides in confidently, waving to the audience. The announcer continues: “Our rookie appears to be wearing some formidable-looking gear today—a sleek, sturdy suit of armor. He’s also carrying both a sword and a shield. Let’s give a big welcome to Alex Kerber, the newest contender in the 200 class!”


    Alex scans the audience as he walks in, spotting Menchi and Sua seated among the crowd. he thinks.


    The commentator cuts in again, her enthusiasm barely contained. “LOOKS LIKE WE’RE READY TO GO, FOLKS! The referee is calling both fighters to the center of the ring. Probably going over the rules again. Honestly, if you don’t know them by now, I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just shut up and get to the action!”


    Alex sizes up his opponent. Finur is dressed in a long robe, with two massive blades strapped across his back. Despite the announcer’s commentary, Alex knows better than to underestimate him. Thanks to Sua, he has additional intel: Alex reminds himself.


    “GET READY TO FIGHT. BEGIN!” the referee roars.


    Wasting no time, Alex decides to use one of his strongest cards immediately. He activates Sealion’s Icewing Embrace lvl 3 cloaking himself in a frosty, menacing aura. With a quick In, he suppresses the visible portion of his Nen ability, leaving only a faint chill in the air and a patch of frost forming beneath his feet.


    His opponent narrows his eyes, observing Alex carefully. Alex grits his teeth. But Alex remains committed to his plan.


    Alex raises his shield—the [Shield of Pluto] its surface enhanced with a frosty glitter from his conjuration ability. In his other hand, he grips the [Sword of Pluto] equally enveloped by the icy power of Sealion’s Icewing Embrace lvl 3 With his defenses bolstered further by Ken, Alex charges forward, shield and sword held steady.


    “What’s this, folks? Is it just me, or is the ground beneath the rookie’s feet completely frozen? And there’s some kind of frost emanating around him!” the commentator exclaims.


    In the audience, a few spectators, each surrounded by an aura—activate Gyo, focusing their enhanced vision on Alex.


    Finur, meanwhile, instinctively retreats, darting backward to avoid Alex’s advance. As he leaps into the air, he pulls several throwing knives from within his robes and hurls them toward Alex.


    With his [Shield of Pluto] raised, Sealion’s Icewing Embrace lvl 3, and Ken, Alex notices with delight that he isn’t taking a single point of damage! However, Alex also makes a frustrating discovery: his [Nimbus Cloak] does not activate, despite casting his conjuration. It seems the conjuration is no longer recognized as a spell, as it now functions as a full-fledged Nen ability instead.


    Alex chases after his opponent, enduring hits from a variety of blades but avoiding any real damage. Only the durability of his conjuration takes a hit. Finur, as it turns out, is an expert in a hit-and-run fighting style. Despite Alex’s best efforts, he struggles to close the distance.


    “SHIT, that actually hurt! ENOUGH!” Alex roars, frustration boiling over. He activates Blizzard Sword lvl 3, causing his sword to glow faintly with a blue light. Thankfully this is not too obvious, and Alex’s magic is not too flashy.


    With his boosted speed, Alex pretends to struggle to catch Finur, deliberately telegraphing his movements. But at the last second, he bursts forward in a sudden dash.


    Caught off guard, Finur, with no way to dodge or evade, resorts to drawing the two massive blades strapped to his back. He swings one blade offensively while holding the other defensively to block Alex’s charge.


    “FOOL!” Alex screams, his thoughts racing.


    To most of the spectators, Alex’s [Sword of Pluto] appears unchanged. However, those with Nen-enhanced vision can see the truth: the blade is wrapped in a dense, frosty aura from his conjuration, Ko, and glows faintly with an otherworldly blue light.


    Finur moves slightly faster and manages to strike Alex with one of his massive blades while defending himself with the other.


    Alex feels the sting of real damage for the first time in the match, but he doesn’t let it distract him. His focus is locked on delivering a decisive blow. His sword meets Finur’s giant blade, which is raised in a desperate attempt to block the strike. To Finur’s horror, Alex’s sword slices cleanly through it and digs deep into his body, carving into his shoulder, upper arm, and chest.


    “STOP! BACK OFF!!” the referee shouts. “Clean hit for Finur, 1 point. Critical hit and down for Alex Kerber! Fighter Alex Kerber is leading 3-1. Finur, you have 10 seconds to get up—can you keep fighting?”


    Finur lies on the ground, clutching his wound. A vicious slash stretches from his shoulder and arm down to his lower stomach, blood soaking through his robes.


    Alex shudders at the sight, a chill running down his spine.


    Finally, Finur struggles to his feet, swaying unsteadily. His robes slip off his shoulders, revealing the gruesome new wound. Beneath it, Alex notices another cruel scar on Finur’s opposite side, where a chunk of flesh is missing. Moments later, Finur collapses to the floor, unable to continue.


    “STOP!! This is a knockout! Finur can no longer fight! Alex Kerber wins!” the referee declares.


    The arena erupts into cheers as Alex raises his fist triumphantly. He exits the ring, his thoughts racing cheerfully.


    As Alex leaves through the same dark entrance tunnel he came from, he suddenly senses someone ahead. Despite looking straight forward, he doesn’t see anything. Feeling uneasy, he activates En, ensuring it’s safe to proceed.


    Alex’s aura expands outward, giving him nearly 30 meters of 360-degree vision in every direction. To his shock, he detects a figure clinging to the ceiling like a damn spider.


    “COME OUT!” Alex shouts, his voice echoing through the tunnel. “If you want something, talk to me and don’t stick to the damn ceiling like a stalker! I already told you fucking rookie hunters—I’ll take you on inside outside the damn arena!”


    To Alex’s absolute horror, the figure that leaps down isn’t one of the rookie hunters. Instead, it’s a familiar face. A chill runs down his spine as the shock sets in.


    Immediately, Alex panics, screaming inwardly: