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Time: 21:15.
Location: Padokea Republic Commercial Center.
This massive city, enveloped in countless neon lights, was sacrificing many ordinary people to accelerate its operations in order to adapt to this rapidly changing world.
In a flashy corner of the city, in an inconspicuous building gap.
A short-haired young man with a grey backpack suddenly turned into a narrow alley off the street, followed closely by three figures of varying heights.
The three who had rashly followed into the alley suddenly stopped, for their target was right ahead.
"What do you want to do to me?"
Perhaps because the alley was too dark, or perhaps because the child was too calm, a hint of unease arose in their hearts.
"Kid, just forfeit the next match."
One of the three gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and pulled out a dagger.
"And we won't make things difficult for you."
These three were all fighters above the 150th floor of Heavens Arena, but their strength was at the lower-middle level.
They had always maintained their floor position by threatening their opponents in upcoming matches, because the profits above the 150th floor were simply too great.
However, there were times when they failed, and the price was a part of their body.
Of the three, one had no pinky finger, one had lost an eye, and the other was bald.
To say "bald" might not be accurate, as he wasn't bald due to hair loss, but because his scalp had been cut off.
And the reason why the three of them were still alive was because they had shared their profits with the person who had defeated them.
"Are you... sure you want to fight me?"
Illumi's cold voice echoed in the deserted space behind the building. His small figure, with his back to them, gave them the feeling of facing an insurmountable mountain.
"Let me give you some advice."
"Do you know what the name Zoldyck represents?"
The three seemed unable to comprehend Illumi's inexplicable advice and pulled out their weapons, threatening him.
"No matter if you're a Zoldyck or whatever."
"In short, please forfeit the next match!"
Illumi slowly turned around and looked directly at them, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at three dead men.
"I think you're tired of living and deliberately seeking death, aren't you?"
The three were about to speak, but a heavy sense of oppression assailed them, instantly making their hair stand on end and their breathing difficult.
It was like a rabbit encountering a tiger, a kind of bloodline suppression that made reversal impossible, resistance futile, and even their bodies were swallowed by fear.
Even if all three of them went at once, they wouldn't be a match for this kid.
"You... who exactly are you...?"
Their eyes filled with terror, their upper and lower teeth chattering, their bodies trembling. The "bald" man in the middle spoke in a trembling voice.
"You... you can't... kill us..."
"Oh~ why not?"
Illumi asked with an icy expression, somewhat curious.
"Because... because, behind us..."
The "bald" man seemed to recall the person standing behind them, and a little courage surged forth, making his speech smoother.
"It's Lord Foxy, who has already reached the 200th floor."
As the "bald" man spoke the name, the other two also seemed to have their fear of Illumi diluted by the name, revealing triumphant smiles.
"That's right, if you kill us."
"Lord Foxy will definitely avenge us. No matter how talented you are, you can't be a match for someone on the 200th floor."
"Foxy?"
Illumi's eyes narrowed, as if he had heard that name somewhere before, giving him a slight impression.
His mind raced, and suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes. The sentence "Foxy defeated Riman and achieved three consecutive victories" suddenly appeared in his mind.
"So that's when it was."
Illumi murmured softly. When he first arrived at Heavens Arena, he had watched the live broadcast of this person achieving three consecutive victories at the 200th-floor level.
To achieve three consecutive victories at the 200th-floor level meant that person's strength must be considerable.
"How about it? Do you remember who that lord is now?"
Seeing that Illumi seemed to recall the Foxy they spoke of, the three couldn't help but smile triumphantly.
"Someone who only resorts to petty tricks."
Illumi's gaze turned cold again, and he took a small step forward with his right foot.
"Can your so-called Lord Foxy appear here now to save you?"
"Gulp..."
The aura of death enveloped their entire bodies. The three felt as if they were in a bitterly cold winter night, and a chilling wind blew, piercing them to the bone.
"You..."
"Pfft!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Illumi's figure vanished from their sight. At the same time, a soft thud rang out.
The two people standing on the left and right trembled, but after a second, they realized they had no wounds and were somewhat confused.
"Uh... uh..."
A companion's whimper reached their ears, and the two slowly turned their heads to look at the person in the middle.
They saw the "bald" man's eyeballs bulging, his hands clutching his throat. With a "splurt," a large amount of blood gushed from his throat, like a bursting pipe.
"Bang!"
The "bald" man fell to the ground, his eyes still bulging, blood gushing from his throat and flowing along the ground cracks into the sewer.
"His... his windpipe is gone!"
The man missing a pinky finger cried out in dismay, staring at his companion lying on the ground with wide-open, unseeing eyes.
The "one-eyed man" wearing an eye patch looked at the corpse's throat, his face suddenly turning pale. There was a bloody hole in the throat, and the windpipe inside was missing.
"Drip... drip..."
Blood dripped from Illumi's fingertips, hitting the ground with the crisp sound of raindrops.
His right hand hung low, fingers lightly curled, a section of windpipe held in his palm, dripping with fresh blood.
Illumi slowly turned, facing the remaining two, and slowly approached them, a smile on his face.
"No... don't..."
"I don't want to die... don't kill me..."
The two were so terrified that they panicked, dropping their weapons and turning to run. Illumi, however, maintained his slow pace and followed them.
"Pfft... pfft..."
From the depths of the alley, two soft thuds sounded, followed by the "bang, bang" of two bodies falling to the ground.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap..."
Illumi gazed expressionlessly at the two wide-eyed corpses on the ground, as a round of applause sounded from behind him.
"Amazing, you killed three 150th-floor experts effortlessly."
"No, 'effortlessly' isn't quite right."
"It should be said that you weren't even on the same level."
"The gap is simply enormous. Are you really... just a kid?"