I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

"Okay." Little Drop skillfully went to get the timer.

Meanwhile, Kurapika received a text message: "Come watch my match tomorrow afternoon! — Your boss," and upon reading the rest, he couldn't help but widen his dead fish eyes.

A battle between Nen users... I really want to see it live!

With that thought in mind, Kurapika replied with an "OK" and continued to observe the bookstore.

In order to successfully materialize the Nen ability he envisioned, he wanted to buy a set of books as templates to assist in the development of the materialization process.

"One, two... six. With six books, wouldn't it be difficult to hold them all if I needed to use different books during battle?" Kurapika pondered to himself, his fingers tracing the spines of the books on the shelf before finally pausing on the shelf itself. "A bookshelf? That's it! I can use a materialized bookshelf to unify all the books I need... Let's customize a bookshelf to aid in development."

While Kurapika was busy working on his conjuration abilities, Jingyang and Shizuku were quietly training in their apartment.

Time passed quickly, and night fell.

After a long day of activity, Jingyang and Xiaodi took showers and sat on the sofa to share their thoughts.

Jingyang said, "I now have a little over 1 units of Qi, which is about 10800 units. But I feel that the efficiency of improvement is slower than before."

"Really?" Xiao Di pressed her bare feet, which were crossed over her legs. "I think I have 9420 Qi, and the rate of increase does seem to have slowed down a bit..."

What is the reason?

The two stared at each other, then came to an obvious answer: "Time..."

One hour is 60 minutes, totaling 3600 seconds. One hour of "Jian" is equivalent to 3600 breaths. The two of them have now completed a full "Jian" session in over two and a half hours, getting closer and closer to three hours.

When he didn't have much time to spare, three hours was enough for him to go through the "Jian" area a dozen or twenty times. Now, however, he can only barely manage to complete one trip through "Jian".

"Don't be impatient. If you're impatient, your energy will be disrupted," Jingyang said. "If you continue to practice step by step like this, you definitely won't go wrong."

In the manga, Bisky instructs Gon and Killua to increase their Nen to 2 using the "Ken" method.

At least one thing is certain: this method of practice will remain effective until the number of recitations reaches 2.

……

The next day, Jingyang and Xiaodi almost went to the Sky Arena again as usual, but as soon as they stepped out, they remembered that they no longer needed to rack up two consecutive wins every morning.

So the two turned around and went back to their apartment to continue their daily practice.

The television was broadcasting entertainment news that sounded like noise. Xiao Di and Jing Yang, dressed in revealing clothing and barefoot, were exchanging blows on the floor, sparring in a "flowing" style.

Once Jing Yang activated his "Meteor Like the Wind" battle mode, Xiao Di was almost powerless to fight back. She was quickly overwhelmed by Jing Yang's relentless attacks, unable to even keep up with the flow and distribution of his energy before being gradually suppressed by him...

At 1 p.m., the two finally left home and headed straight for the arena on the 215th floor of the Sky Arena.

When Jingyang arrived at the scene, he learned that his opponent in this match was Zhehao, who had won eight consecutive matches.

And at night

Chapter 92 Itching for a Fight

At 1:50 p.m., Kurapika arrived at the 215th floor of the Sky Arena on time, only to find that there were more spectators here than on any floor below the 200th floor.

Because he arrived late, he had to pay a premium to get tickets at the entrance.

Once inside, the stands were packed with people, and on the arena below, Zhen Yuanzi and another contestant were about to enter the ring.

He glanced around and saw Xiao Di and another bespectacled young man standing on the other side of the passageway, ready to watch the game.

Meanwhile, the referee was enthusiastically warming up the crowd, shouting into the microphone: "Dear audience members! Today's match is truly remarkable! The two players about to clash are Zhen Yuanzi, who has been calmly climbing to the 200th floor with two wins every day! And Zhehao, who has achieved eight consecutive victories on the 200th floor, a place teeming with experts!"

"Zhen Yuanzi is a promising new star! Zhehao is even more formidable, undefeated!"

"Will Zhehao give the newcomer Zhen Yuanzi a hard time today, or will Zhen Yuanzi break Zhehao's winning streak? Let's wait and see!"

……

"Wait and see what?"

In the stands, there were many of Zhehao's fans who were quite dismissive of the referee's words.

Among the crowd were several other contestants who were also on the 200th floor. Among them were those who had fought against Zhehao and lost, and those who had not yet fought against Zhehao but were very wary of him. What they had in common was that they all recognized Zhehao's great strength.

Zhehao, a genius martial artist!

He seems to have been born for the ring!

Since Zhehao advanced to the 200th floor a year ago, very few people have even scored more than 5 points on him.

"Zhehao won't lose." Some players who had previously lost to Zhehao knew this perfectly well, and were somewhat amused. "This newcomer is going to suffer a huge loss. He'll definitely be shocked!"

"This is the 200th floor; it's a different realm from those minions below!"

Of all these people, the one who most wanted to see Zhen Yuanzi suffer a crushing defeat was Zhe Luo, the martial artist who was defeated by Zhen Yuanzi on the 81st floor.

"Zhen Yuanzi, let's see how you keep up this act!" Zhe Luo watched Zhen Yuanzi and his younger brother Zhe Hao as they went on stage with a leisurely air. "If you're so capable, why don't you pretend to hide your strength on a stage like this? You're really underestimating us!"

He shouted in a booming voice, "Zhehao! We must teach him a lesson!!"

The match had not yet started, and although the venue was somewhat noisy, Zheluo's shouts still stood out from the crowd.

……

Compared to Zhe Luo's high spirits, Jing Yang's group of relatives and friends seemed rather subdued.

Xiao Di only asks questions when she is very curious, and at this time, as the match is about to begin, she quietly watches the two people and the referee who are ready on the stage.

Yun Gu couldn't find a topic to talk about for a while, because of the duo of Zhen Yuanzi and Xiao Di, Zhen Yuanzi, who was more willing to communicate, was on stage.

At this moment, Kurapika walked over. Yun Gu recognized him; he was the person who had watched Chin Genko's match with him in the lower levels, just like now. Yun Gu was quite surprised to see that this blond-haired boy had awakened Nen in just a few days.

Judging from the state of his qi, he was consciously maintaining a state of "entanglement" at all times! He was truly practicing cultivation anytime, anywhere.

Yun Gu wanted to chat for a bit, but Kurapika didn't seem to be one to chat easily with strangers. He just glanced over because of his gaze and then stood next to Shizuku, looking down at the arena—Let me see what a battle between Nen users is like.

Yun Gu chuckled and looked seriously at the arena; the match was about to begin.

Judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it seems that very few people believe Zhen Yuanzi will win...

Actually, he wasn't very optimistic about it either.

Although most of the contestants on the 200th floor of the Sky Arena don't seem to be very strong, there are no absolutes in the world of Nen users.

The possibilities are endless. Who knows what kind of abilities these seemingly weak and rudimentary contestants might be hiding?

Zhehao's ability to win eight consecutive games without a single loss must be due to his skill.

……

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Jingyang and Zhehao, with his perfect muscles and martial arts uniform, stood facing each other on the ring.

The referee said, "There is no time limit for the matches on this floor. The same points system will be used. The first side to reach 10 points will win by TKO, or if one side is unable to fight, they will be KO'd. Is that clear?"

Jingyang and Zhehao had no objections.

"Alright, the match—" the referee waved his hand, "begins now!"

The cheers from the surrounding stands suddenly rose to a higher level.

Amidst the clamor, Zhehao smiled faintly, pointed at Jingyang, and said, "Zhen Yuanzi, do you know? I have already won."

"Referee, he's so shameless, shouldn't he get points deducted?" Jing Yang asked the referee with dead fish eyes.

The referee thought to himself that, given Zhehao's previous record, what he said seemed to be justifiable. However, he certainly couldn't say it aloud. "Both players, please play your game well."

“Zhen Yuanzi, let me ask you, what was the first thought that came to your mind when you awakened this power after the baptism?”

Zhehao seemed not to hear the referee's words and looked at Jingyang, saying, "My first thought was: Isn't this ridiculous?"

"As a martial artist, I have devoted all my time and energy to honing my skills. What I enjoy most is sparring with others and the passion of fighting in blood and flesh!"

"I was born for the martial arts arena!"

"But what was the result? In the end, I realized that none of it mattered at all! It turns out that as long as you possess this power, you can gain all sorts of bizarre and fantastical abilities..."

Zhehao slowly clenched his fists, saying angrily, "Martial arts, fists and feet, it all seems to have become a joke! I came to the Sky Arena to hone my martial arts, but in the end, I'm suddenly asked to abandon all of that, and my opponents have become nothing more than so-called superpowered individuals... Isn't that ridiculous?"

Jing Yang could clearly see that Zhehao's aura was slowly... contracting and weakening as he spoke.

……

"As long as he's in the ring, Zhehao is undefeated!"

In the audience, some of the fighters who had previously lost to Zhehao, who had come to watch the match quietly, sighed, "Losing to such a talented martial artist is nothing! Especially since he's just a newcomer."

"If Zhehao wins this match, he'll have 10 wins if he wins another one. I wonder which player he'll challenge?"

"Even the host himself probably couldn't defeat Zhehao..."

……

"what?"

Kurapika looked at the two on the ring and couldn't help but feel strange. "Didn't he say that in actual combat, before you understand the details of your opponent's abilities, it's best to always maintain 'firmness' for defense?"

Kurapika focused his gaze intently on the scene before him.

Jingyang did not support "Jian".

Not only that, Jing Yang's aura seemed to be contracting, and judging from that, it seemed to be weaker than his usual 'entanglement'.

Upon seeing this, Yun Gu suddenly realized something and exclaimed in surprise, "Could this Zhehao be...?"

Xiao Di remained completely still, quietly watching the commotion on the stage.

……

"I think you've noticed too, haven't you? That's right, this is my ability, 'The difference is immediately apparent on the stage!'" Zhehao shook his arms, his muscles bulging, assuming a seamless and flawless martial arts starting stance, and smiled slightly at Jingyang, "Zhen Yuanzi, let's have a fight!"

He vanished in a flash, and when he reappeared, he had already rushed in front of Jingyang, his fist aimed at Jingyang's face.

Whether it was his body or his fists, there was only a thin layer of energy left, making him no different from an ordinary person. This was pure physical strength, an explosion of muscle power!

We won! Zhelu thought to himself from the stands.

On the ring, Jing Yang was speechless as he watched the incoming fist. It seemed he had guessed correctly.

He calmly dodged the other's fist, grabbed the latter's arm, and delivered a lightning-fast punch to the other's chest.

Yun Gu said, "This Zhehao's Nen ability is probably a conditional manipulation type! No wonder he was able to win 8 games in a row..."

boom!