"When is your registered fight time?" Kevin asked.
"September 21st, a little over a month from now."
"No wonder. But there's no need to worry. You've already learned Nen Ability, so at least you don't have to worry about the 'Baptism' causing you too much harm. At worst, you'll just lose the first fight." Kevin reassured him casually.
This was indeed the case. He had seen many fights above the two-hundredth floor, where the danger primarily stemmed from the difference between those who could use Nen Ability and those who couldn't.
When both parties could use Nen Ability, it was quite difficult to kill the opponent in a fight.
After all, this was essentially just an arena combat, not a life-or-death battle. No one was willing to kill someone for no reason in such a setting, as it would only lead to many unexpected complications.
Of course, compared to below the two-hundredth floor, there were many more abnormal individuals above it.
Kevin, who frequently watched matches, often witnessed vicious fights in the arena.
Thinking of this, Kevin reached out and patted Mito's shoulder, saying with a smile, "Today is only August… August 10th…"
"The 14th."
"Right, August 14th. There's still over a month to go. Although I'm still in the learning phase myself, teaching you some basic techniques shouldn't be a problem." Kevin said with a smile.
Mito nodded. After learning Nen Ability, he indeed felt much more at ease.
"Is your body not very good?" Kevin suddenly asked.
"Why do you ask that… Oh, you mean that." Mito was first a bit confused, then immediately understood.
In the corner of the living room, a large amount of medicine was piled up.
"Those are for my clansmen. I just came out to buy medicine for my son; his eyes and legs aren't very good. I also bought some for others at the same time."
"You have a son already!" Kevin looked at Mito in great shock.
Although Mito did not look particularly young, he was probably around the same age as Jin.
Speaking of which, was Jin married?
Looking at him, he didn't seem like the type to have a family.
"Hahaha." Seeing Kevin's surprised expression, Mito burst into laughter, "My son is already thirteen years old. He's a filial and intelligent child."
When talking about his son, Mito's face was filled with pride.
"Alright then, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll come find you when I'm free later. You can practice the simple basic skills I taught you earlier."
…
The next day.
Sky Arena.
175th Floor, Arena A.
The stands were packed, and people cheered wildly, shouting the names of the two individuals who were about to compete today.
"Immovable as a Mountain!"
"White Cat!"
Killua, who was slowly walking out of the contestant entrance, heard these titles and his face became furious again.
"Damn it, why does his title sound so normal!"
Comparing these two titles, the difference was immediately clear.
At this moment, Kevin also steadily walked onto the arena stage.
The two stood face to face, without much conversation.
"Start!"
As the combat command was given, Kevin stood still, smiling and waving at Killua, signaling him to attack.
"Tsk." Killua clicked his tongue, a bit annoyed.
After their encounter yesterday, he was certain that he was probably not Kevin's opponent.
Since he couldn't win against him, he should at least injure him. Killua had his own pride.
So, Killua began to move slowly around Kevin, his eyes fixed on him, observing carefully.
Kevin stood still, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, looking completely unguarded.
The more nonchalant and arrogant he appeared, the more it infuriated Killua.
Suddenly, Killua's circling movement gradually slowed down, and then his body seemed to produce duplicates, trailing afterimages.
"It's Killua's special move, the Phantom Step, similar to a clone technique! How will Kevin respond?"
The commentator's voice rang out, and a thunderous cheer erupted from the stands.
This was the origin of Killua's 'Cat' title, observing and seeking weaknesses, making it feel like a cat hunting and playing with its prey.
"Impressive." Kevin couldn't help but praise.
He could confirm that the opponent had not used Nen, nor did he possess Nen Ability.
In other words, this was an illusion created purely through skill, likely utilizing some principle of visual deception.
Regardless, it deserved the words "impressive," even though Kevin had already seen through the move.
It had to be said that choosing Killua as a sparring partner was a very wise decision.
Soon, Kevin was enveloped by Killua's phantoms.
A gentle breeze blew past.
"Swish!"
Killua brought his five fingers together, his palm as sharp as a blade, and thrust it directly at Kevin.
However, this attack did not succeed. Kevin reached out and grabbed Killua's hand, then with a flick of his wrist, he threw Killua away.
Killua quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, landing like a cat and sliding a distance, firmly regaining his balance.
After this landing, he no longer chose to continue observing but instead rapidly charged forward again.
Killua constantly adjusted his body, launching furious attacks from different angles.
Every move aimed directly at vital points, and the speed was extremely fast, making it difficult to defend against.
Kevin either raised his hand to block, or reached out to grab, occasionally even taking a few hits with his body.
The rapid attacks quickly ceased.
Because the rhythm had already fallen into Kevin's hands.
Kevin patted the dust off his clothes. At this moment, Killua had pulled away some distance, slowly catching his breath.
"You tore my clothes. I quite liked this outfit." Kevin said with a smile, looking at the blade-like holes in his clothes.
These words, this expression, instantly made Killua bristle.
"Don't rush, it's my turn now."
No sooner had Kevin finished speaking than Killua instantly jumped back several steps, creating a greater distance.
"Let's see how well I learned just now?"
As his words fell, Kevin instantly assumed a posture similar to Killua's just now and charged forward.
He was like a swift leopard, locking onto its prey.
Kevin's right hand was joined into a palm. Although it hadn't reached the level of enhancement with aura, it looked extremely menacing.
This move is!
In the stands, the gloomy black-haired man's eyes widened slightly.
"That kid lost."
Mito, also standing in the stands, made this judgment after seeing Kevin launch his attack.
He could now sense aura normally, and he could also confirm that Kevin hadn't used aura for his attack, but this speed and attack method were already sufficient.
Quickly dodge! Killua shouted in his heart.
"Swish!"
A whooshing sound filled the air.
Killua tried to dodge but couldn't, instead remaining rooted to the spot.
Kevin had already appeared beside him, his palm not landing on Killua's body but gently brushing past his ear.
A thin line of blood appeared on Killua's cheek, a trickle of fresh blood slowly flowing, leaving a mark on his cheek.
Kevin relaxed and stood up, his hand, which had been used for the attack, gently patted Killua's shoulder.
He said nothing, turning to walk off the stage.
Just as he was about to step off the platform.
Killua, who had been looking down, silently raised his hand.
"I surrender."
At this moment, his eyes were wide, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
He had truly felt the threat of death, that chill as if from the abyss of death.
He had once thought he was going to die right there, until the moment the attack landed, only to realize that it seemed to have been just his imagination.