I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Jingyang couldn't help but laugh, then said to Xiaodi with relief, "Anyway, the star mark should be harmless to your body, that's good. Besides, judging from the star mark's abilities, it seems my potential isn't bad at all!"

"Mmm." Little Drop nodded.

"Alright, let's get back to training! Charge! Charge! Charge!" Jing Yang returned to his original position, his aura as solid as a rock. "The goal is a total aura of 1! Progress has been a bit slow lately, but it shouldn't be a big problem..."

"Good luck," Xiao Di said, holding the bulging-eyed fish beside her. After Jing Yang finished, it would be her turn.

……

As dusk approached, the fountain square, which had been in chaos that afternoon, had returned to normal.

The masked man in sportswear who had been shouting loudly into a microphone had calmed down after being reprimanded, but he still lingered by the fountain, completely ignoring the stares, whispers, and chuckles of passersby—after all, he was wearing a mask.

Suddenly, a figure walked up to him and calmly asked, "Do you really know anything about the Phantom Troupe?"

His voice was clear and crisp, yet it contained emotions that he was trying his best to suppress.

The masked man looked up and saw the newcomer's appearance. His yellow, shoulder-length hair was disheveled. If it weren't for his face being so beautiful that he looked almost like a pretty actress, his unkempt hairstyle could definitely be described as unkempt and filthy.

Kurapika stared at the masked man who had caused some commotion that afternoon.

The masked man saw him, pulled a note from his tracksuit pocket, and handed it to him.

Kurapika flipped open the note and saw it read: "The match on the 80th floor of the Heaven's Arena tomorrow morning. I think I can indeed help you out. — Chin Motoko"

Finally, there's a P.S. note: "If you're late, please look for me on a higher floor... Sending love. Haha."

This joking attitude made Kurapika frown.

He looked up and the masked man from before had vanished without a trace, having disappeared sometime earlier.

"Who is it? Heavenly Arena, Zhen Yuanzi..."

Kurapika gradually clenched the note.

"The Phantom Troupe..."

Kurapika's heart was burning with rage, and his eyes were tinged with a fiery light.

These are the fiery red eyes of the Kurta people, renowned as one of the seven most beautiful people in the world. It was precisely because of these eyes that the entire Kurta people were brutally massacred by the Phantom Troupe...the entire tribe was wiped out.

Although there is a possibility of being tricked, I must not miss any information related to the Phantom Troupe.

Kurapika turned and left.

……

Five masked figures in sportswear were scattered in different places, but at this moment, they were doing the same thing.

They took out a thin needle and, simultaneously, gently pricked the rose-gold pentagram markings on their bodies—on their elbows, the backs of their necks, or their collarbones. The skin beneath the markings pierced, instantly destroying their integrity; the markings vanished in a puff of smoke. A bead of blood oozed from the skin beneath the needle…

"Hey, it hurts!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why am I here... What's with this mask?"

"Oh my god, where am I? How did I get this outfit?"

The five people from different places who escaped the control of the star were all similarly bewildered. After they left and returned to normal life, they might regard this as a bizarre experience, or they might learn about the strange incident of the tracksuit masked man from other people's conversations and then connect it to themselves... However, since they don't know how to read, they will probably soon forget about this strange incident.

After Jingyang removed the star from the contact list, he stopped paying attention to it.

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The next day, Sky Arena.

Kurapika took the elevator to the 80th floor and asked if there was a competition on that floor with a contestant named Chika.

The female staff member couldn't help but laugh, "Zhen Yuanzi is really popular! You're the third person to ask about him today. Mr. Kurapika, are you really not going to continue competing?"

“Sorry,” Kurapika said, “I’d like to know when Chin Genko’s match starts.”

"He came to register this morning, and his match should be coming up soon..." The female staff member was saying when a voice came from the loudspeaker above her head, calling out, "Contestant No. 988 and contestant No. 430, please proceed to Arena C on the 81st floor." She smiled and pointed to the loudspeaker.

"Thank you." Kurapika nodded and left.

Floor 10 is level 1. This is level 80. The matches of the players in this level will be held on floors 80 to 89. Kurapika is familiar with this rule and quickly took the elevator to the 81st floor and found the passage to the C Arena.

As soon as I stepped out of the passage, I heard the familiar shouts and clamor of the audience, and the heat wave unique to the brutal arena stage hit me.

Kurapika stood on a high platform near the exit, quietly looking at the arena in the center, surrounded by spectator stands. A middle-aged martial artist with black braids, his muscular body covered in crisscrossing scars, clearly a veteran of countless battles, stood opposite him. A boy who appeared to be about his age stepped onto the arena.

Kurapika's attention was focused on the middle-aged martial artist. He was composed and his stance was up to standard, making him a truly experienced martial artist... but why did his expression seem somewhat serious?

"Grateful for your patience! The next match is a thrilling duel between the young and promising contestant, Zhen Yuanzi, and the experienced martial artist, Zhe Luo!"

The referee's passionate voice echoed throughout the venue through the loudspeakers: "Zheluo is known for his diverse and varied moves, while Zhen Yuanzi, with his unique style, has always managed to defeat his opponents by the skin of his teeth, making it all the way here. Who will be the ultimate winner? Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to place your bets? Please press the button now..."

Kurapika didn't listen carefully to what the referee said afterward; he frowned and looked at the boy, who was about his age, on the ring.

Is he the so-called Zhen Yuanzi?

Does he know about the Phantom Troupe?

"I'm really... wasting my time..." Kurapika muttered to himself as the match on the stage began.

As expected of a martial artist praised by the referee for his rich and varied techniques, Zhe Luo's extraordinary skills were evident from the very first move. His punches were relentless and his moves flowed smoothly, leaving his opponent no room to breathe.

"Zhen Yuanzi is at a disadvantage! But he has parried all of Zhe Luo's attacks! It's difficult to score points for Zhe Luo's attacks like this. Zhe Luo needs to put more pressure on Zhen Yuanzi! -- Ah, Zhen Yuanzi's movements have changed. Has he been able to keep up with his opponent's moves? It's happening. This is Zhen Yuanzi's unique fighting style. Has he started to counterattack?"

As the referee was rapidly commentating on the match in the ring, someone next to Kurapika suddenly said with disappointment, "What is he doing? With his power, he could have easily knocked his opponent away in one move, right?"

Kurapika turned his head and saw that it was another boy who was speaking.

On the other side of the boy stood another person, a black-haired young man with glasses. Judging from the way his shirt hem was slipping out of his waistband, he seemed quite unkempt.

The white-haired boy who spoke looked even younger than himself and Zhen Yuanzi, probably only about 8 years old...

"But is this guy's technique really that bad?" Killua chuckled, looking into his pocket. "Does he want me to teach him how to fight? A mere cup (or at least a hundred cups) of chocolate ice cream won't bribe me..."

“He hasn’t even shown one ten-thousandth of his full strength.” The unkempt, bespectacled young man next to Killua suddenly spoke up.

"I wasn't even talking to you, was I? Why did you suddenly interrupt the conversation..." Killua thought to himself, but said aloud, "One in ten thousand? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? I know he's strong, but his techniques are terrible."

Yun Gu smiled slightly, offering no further explanation, and instead said, "Are his moves really that bad? I was watching him when we were on the 10th floor. Back then, his moves were truly appalling, showing a complete lack of fighting experience. But look at him now... he's rapidly learning his opponent's movements and absorbing their fighting experience."

Kurapika and Killua couldn't help but look towards the arena.

"Whoa! What's going on? Zhen Yuanzi's movements are getting faster and more decisive, like the video suddenly sped up. Is he only just getting serious? He's unleashing his true power! Brilliant strike! Zhen Yuanzi scores 1 point! A truly brilliant strike! Zhen Yuanzi scores another 2 points!..."

With the referee's passionate commentary, Killua had to admit that while Chin Genko's fighting style was eccentric, it was indeed "optimizing" at a visible speed. His movements, which were initially somewhat slow and stiff, became increasingly fluid, as if he didn't need to think about countermeasures and was naturally throwing punches and kicks. What was even more noteworthy was that his moves were clearly very similar to those of his opponent...

Yun Gu said, "As far as I know, Zhen Yuanzi could have jumped directly from the 1st floor to the 50th floor, but he chose to start from the 10th floor, advancing one level for each win, then the 20th floor, the 30th floor... In fact, he only competes in two matches a day in the morning, winning both, and doesn't participate in any matches at other times."

“I think he’s using this time to digest the fighting skills and experience he’s learned in the ring.” As Yun Gu spoke, he became moved by his own words and smiled to himself, “The speed of his progress is astonishing, and more importantly, it’s his determination to take one step at a time… The way he is now is completely different from how he first stepped onto the stage a few days ago.”

"What a nuisance. I could have just seized an opening and punched my opponent away." Killua snorted, turned and headed towards his pocket to leave. "Boring."

"He only used one ten-thousandth of his strength? How is that possible..."

Killua frowned, quite annoyed, thinking, "Did he hold back when we arm wrestled yesterday?"

……

Before the three minutes were up, Jing Yang had already scored 11 points, winning by technical knockout and TKO.

"Is this the end?"

Jingyang stopped, seemingly still wanting more. The star on the back of his neck fell silent, deactivating the "Meteor Like the Wind" mode.

"you……"

His opponent, panting, barely managed to get up from the sidelines and said resentfully to Jing Yang, "When you go to a higher level, you will definitely pay the price for your arrogance!"

Jingyang said, "Thank you, I will be careful."

"What are you thanking me for! Was I trying to be helpful by reminding you?" Martial artist Zhe Luo felt like vomiting blood. This match was incredibly frustrating. He had watched helplessly as his opponent acted so nonchalantly, and it seemed like he had even stolen all of his moves—stolen them right in front of him! Was this guy even human?

The referee said to Jing Yang, "Zhen Yuanzi, I think you are capable of going to the 100th floor, but according to your usual practice, do you want to go to the 90th floor first?"

“Yes.” Jingyang smiled and took the slip of paper leading to the upper levels of the competition. “Take your time. This way it will be faster.”

The referee praised, "That's a very philosophical statement. I wish you the best of luck in the match."

Jing Yang waved and jumped off the stage.

"Did you notice?" Yun Gu said from the upper seats, near the aisle. "He's not even injured—"

"He didn't even break a sweat." After saying that, Kurapika went straight to Zhen Yuanzi, hoping that he really had some genuine information.

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Yun Gu smiled slightly. At Zhen Yuanzi's speed, they would meet at a higher level sooner or later, and might even have a chance to fight each other on the same stage.

He turned and left.

……

"How much did you get this time?" Jingyang and Xiaodi met up and compared their respective prize money after winning the game.

Xiao Di said, "8 exactly."

Jing Yang laughed and said, "I have 89,000, almost 90,000. Haha, I guess it's because my opponent is pretty strong."

"Zhen Yuanzi!"

A shout suddenly came from behind. Jingyang turned around and saw that it was none other than his family's third member who had come to his door—oh, not yet. It was none other than Kurapika, who had come to his door.

"They really found them?" Xiao Di looked curiously at the somewhat excited survivor of the Kuruta tribe.

Kurapika took out the crumpled note and showed it to Jingyang, staring at him as he asked, "How can I get information about the Phantom Troupe?"

Jing Yang pretended to look him up and down and asked, "Kuluta tribe?"

“That’s right,” Kurapika said. “Since you can recognize me, you must understand my determination to obtain information about the Phantom Troupe…”

"Don't get excited, it's not good to have red eyes. There are a lot of people here." Jing Yang raised his hand to interrupt. "Come with me, we have a match to play on the 90th floor before we can finish today."

Kurapika glanced at him, then at the black-haired, bespectacled girl beside him, took a deep breath, and nodded.

……

On the 94th floor, in ring A, Jing Yang skillfully shifted his position, dodging his opponent's jab. Simultaneously, he grabbed his opponent's arm with one hand and lunged forward with the other, delivering a clean and decisive elbow strike to his opponent's chest and abdomen. Bang! Under Xingbiao's control, even using only equal force as his opponent, this elbow strike sent his eyes rolling back as he slumped to the ground.