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Illumi could even vaguely see Bruce Lee's shadow in his attacks.
"A-da~!"
Clément attacked Illumi again. He was no longer surprised that the opponent could recognize the martial arts style he was using, as several styles had already been recognized.
"Ha~!"
First, he kicked Illumi's right knee, intending to break his lower stance.
"Bang!"
His kick accurately hit Illumi's knee, but Illumi remained motionless.
"Are your legs made of stone?"
Clément, on the other hand, grimaced, in excruciating pain, as if he had kicked a stone.
"Is your martial arts merely imitation?"
Illumi looked at Clément expressionlessly. His anticipation, which had shifted with Clément's constantly changing martial arts, had now turned into disappointment.
"You should break my fist style first!"
Clément gritted his teeth, gave up kicking, and clawed at Illumi's chin with his right hand.
Illumi clenched his left hand into a fist, and with a "bang," it collided with Clément's right claw. With a "crack," Clément's finger joints broke.
But Illumi had no intention of letting him go. He extended his clenched left hand and, with a "snap," grabbed Clément's right wrist.
Clément endured the pain, and his left hand delivered a straight punch towards Illumi's chest.
"Thud!"
But Illumi's right hand firmly caught it, his five fingers clasping Clément's wrist. No matter how Clément struggled, he couldn't pull his hand free.
"Ugh..."
"Let go of me!"
Clément's face was ferocious. He lifted his left and right legs and kicked Illumi's body with "bang, bang, bang" sounds, but Illumi remained unmoved.
Moreover, the pain in his left wrist intensified. Illumi's strength was unbelievably powerful, and the severe pain made his eyes bulge.
"What kind of monstrous strength is this?"
"How can there be such a monstrous brat?"
Illumi was slightly annoyed. No matter how Clément kicked or punched his body, his expression remained unchanged.
After all, to him, attacks of this level were just tickles, incomparable to Zebro's punches that weighed several tons.
The reason Illumi had fought him for so long was merely to observe his so-called martial arts, nothing more.
"Oh~!"
"Audience friends, the situation on the field seems to have undergone a shocking reversal!"
"Clément's hands are controlled by Illumi and cannot be pulled free."
"No matter how Clément kicks Illumi's body, Illumi remains effortless..."
"No, it should be said that he endures it without changing his expression, just like an adult receiving an attack from a three-year-old child."
"Uh-oh, that sentence doesn't seem very appropriate here?"
The commentator's enthusiastic voice rang out at the right time, voicing all the audience's current doubts.
"What's going on?"
"Are they fighting or not?"
"Hey, you two, don't just grapple! Start fighting!"
The people in the audience urged loudly, wanting to see passionate, fist-to-flesh combat, not just standing still in the arena.
"Disappointing. Is this the martial arts you've cultivated since childhood, comprehending the strengths of a hundred schools?"
"Practicing martial arts since childhood, for decades."
"Ultimately, you simply have no talent."
Illumi's face showed an expression of disappointment. Clément clearly felt the contempt in Illumi's words and was instantly enraged.
"What do you know!?"
"You brat, who doesn't even know what martial arts is!"
"Someone like you, who was born with unparalleled talent,"
"How could you possibly understand the desire of us weaklings to pursue strength!?"
Facing Illumi's contempt, Clément's face turned fierce, and he roared out his inner unwillingness.
Two lines of tears involuntarily welled up from his eyes.
"Why must martial arts depend on talent!?"
"Why can some people step on others' heads from birth!?"
Clément's sudden roar silenced the entire arena.
Even the commentator on the commentary desk stopped narrating the live situation. The audience focused intently on the tearful Clément on the screen.
Illumi's face was expressionless. He had no words for Clément's inner roar.
He was not weak, so he couldn't empathize from a weak person's perspective, but he could fully understand Clément's emotions.
At this moment, Clément was enveloped in pink smoke representing envy, light green smoke representing rage, and orange smoke representing unwillingness and sorrow.
"Forget it, that's enough."
Illumi said softly. This match was almost over.
Illumi released Clément's right wrist with his right hand, instantly clenched his fist, leaving only his index finger's second knuckle protruding. He struck Clément's glabella, philtrum, and chin at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Bang, bang, bang!!!"
Three resounding thuds, almost overlapping into one. Three indentations, like finger marks, appeared on Clément's face, with blood flowing freely.
This move, from execution to finish, took only 0.01 seconds.
"Imprint Finger: Triple Strike."
Clément's mouth hung open, unable to utter a sound. His eyes were wide, eyeballs bulging, bloodshot across the whites.
Suddenly, his eyeballs rolled upwards, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.
"Time for bed, imitation old man."
Illumi's left hand released Clément's right wrist, and Clément's body collapsed to the ground, no longer moving.
The duration of this battle was only a short two minutes and thirty-six seconds.
"V-victory has been decided!"
The referee ran over, looked at Clément's limp body on the ground, blood continuously gushing out, and his complete unconsciousness, and immediately ruled the match a victory for Illumi.
Illumi, just like in previous matches, silently turned and walked off the stage.
"It's... over!!!"
The commentator's enthusiastic voice rang out again, reigniting the atmosphere in the arena.
"The winner of the match on the 90th floor is..."
"Illumi Zoldyck!!!"
"Taking two minutes and thirty-six seconds, after a series of intense battles."
"Ending the fight with a dramatic one-hit KO!"
"Illumi Zoldyck... the victor!!!"
Lights shone on Illumi, who was slowly walking towards the exit for contestants. The audience in Arena A on the 90th floor cheered wildly. This battle had thrilled them.
Even those who had lost their bets couldn't help but stand up and cheer. Losing money for such an exciting battle was worth it.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo..."
Zebro and Gotoh sat in the audience. Zebro looked at Illumi, who had won the match effortlessly, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.
"Young Master Illumi is still such a genius."
"Oh, dear, I just can't stop crying."
Zebro wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her left hand, a smile of emotion on her face.
"That contestant named Clément certainly had bad luck."
Gotoh maintained his cold expression. He was not at all surprised by Illumi's victory.
"If he hadn't encountered Young Master Illumi,"
"With his strength, he could very well have reached the 150th floor."
"With his versatile fighting style and his Goju-ryu Karate-based combat skills."
"Perhaps, even those guys on the 200th floor might not be able to one-shot him without using Nen."
"Meeting Young Master Illumi on the 90th floor was truly unfortunate."
A white flash glinted from Gotoh's glasses as he commented on Illumi's opponent, Clément.