Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

"Thank you."

Chapter Thirty-One: Teaching X-Fighter

"What time did you register for the match?" Kevin asked.

"September 21st, a little over a month from now."

“No wonder, but don’t worry. Now that you’ve learned Nen, you don’t have to worry about the ‘baptism’ causing you too much harm. At worst, you’ll just lose the first battle,” Kevin casually comforted him.

That's true. He's seen plenty of battles above two hundred levels, and the danger there mainly lies in the difference between those who can use Nen and those who can't.

When both sides can recite, it is quite difficult to kill the other in battle.

After all, this is essentially just a competitive fight, not a life-or-death battle. No one would want to kill someone for no reason in such a situation, as it would only increase the chances of many unexpected situations.

Of course, there are many more abnormal beings compared to those below 200 floors and above 200 floors.

Kevin, who frequently watches games, often sees the fierce battles on the field.

Thinking of this, Kevin reached out and patted Mido on the shoulder, smiling as he said, "It's only August today... August 10th..."

Number 14.

“Yes, August 14th, there’s still more than a month to go. Although I’m still learning myself, teaching you some of the most basic skills shouldn’t be a problem,” Kevin said with a smile.

Mito nodded. After learning to pronounce it, he did feel much more at ease.

"Are you not feeling well?" Kevin suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask that... Oh, you mean that?" Mito was initially puzzled, but then he realized what she meant.

In the corner of the living room, a large quantity of medicines were piled up.

“Those were bought for my people. I just happened to be out buying medicine for my son, whose eyes and legs aren’t very good, so I bought some for the others as well.”

"You have a son!" Kevin looked at Mito in utter shock.

Although Mito doesn't look young, he's probably about the same age as Kim.

By the way, is Kim married?

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who has a family.

"Hahaha." Seeing Kevin's surprised look, Mito burst into laughter: "My son is thirteen years old. He is a filial and smart child."

When talking about his son, Mito's face was full of pride.

"Alright, then I won't bother you anymore. I'll come find you again when I have time. You can practice the simple basics I taught you before."

……

The next day.

Sky Arena.

175th floor, Arena A.

The Guanxin Hall was packed, with people cheering wildly and shouting the names of the two people who were about to face off that day.

"Immovable as a mountain!"

"White cat!"

As Killua slowly walked out of the contestants' exit, his face turned furious upon hearing these titles.

"Damn it, why does his title sound so normal!"

The difference between these two titles is immediately apparent.

At this moment, Kevin also steadily walked onto the arena.

The two stood facing each other without exchanging many words.

"Start!"

As the battle order was given, Kevin stood still, smiling and beckoning to Killua, signaling him to attack.

"Tch." Killua clicked his tongue in displeasure.

After yesterday's meeting, he was certain that he was probably no match for Kevin.

Since he can't win, he should at least injure him. Killua has his own pride too.

So Killua began to slowly move around Kevin, his eyes fixed on him, observing him carefully.

Kevin stood there, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, looking completely unguarded.

The more nonchalant and arrogant he seemed, the more annoyed Killua became.

Suddenly, Killua's circling movement gradually slowed down, and then it was as if clones appeared around his body, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

"It's Killua's signature move, a phantom step similar to a clone technique! How will Kevin counter it?"

As the commentator's voice rang out, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.

This is where the name Killua comes from; it refers to the cat's ability to observe and find weaknesses, giving the impression of a cat hunting and toying with its prey.

"Impressive," Kevin couldn't help but exclaim.

He was certain that the other party did not use Nen and did not possess Nen abilities.

In other words, this is an illusion created through pure skill, likely utilizing some kind of visual deception principle.

Regardless, this is certainly worthy of the word "amazing," even though Kevin had already seen through this move.

It must be said that choosing Killua as a sparring partner was a very wise decision.

Soon, Killua's phantom surrounded Kevin.

A gentle breeze blew by.

"brush!"

Killua brought his five fingers together, his sharp, knife-like palm thrusting straight at Kevin.

However, the attack failed. Kevin reached out, grabbed Killua's hand, and flung Killua away.

Killua quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, gliding a distance with a cat-like landing motion before landing steadily.

After landing this time, he did not choose to continue observing, but instead made a rapid advance again.

Killua constantly adjusted his posture, launching a frenzied attack from different angles.

Each move is aimed directly at a vital point, and is extremely fast, making it difficult to defend against.

Kevin would either raise his hand to block, or reach out to grab, and occasionally he would use his body to withstand a few blows.

The rapid attack soon came to a halt.

Because the rhythm has fallen into Kevin's hands.

Kevin dusted himself off, while Killua, who had put some distance between them, was slowly panting.

"You've torn all my clothes, but I actually quite like them," Kevin said with a smile, looking at the knife-like holes in his clothes.

These words and that expression instantly made Killua furious.

"Don't rush, it's my turn next."

As soon as Kevin finished speaking, Killua instantly jumped back several steps, creating an even greater distance between them.

"How's my learning going?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kevin instantly assumed a similar pose to Killua and lunged forward.

He was like a nimble cheetah, firmly locking onto his prey.

Kevin brought his right hand together in a palm shape. Although it didn't reach the level of strengthening with qi, it looked extremely intimidating.

This is a trick!

On the stands, the gloomy, black-haired man's eyes widened involuntarily.

"That child lost."

Mitu, who was also standing in the stands, made this conclusion after seeing Kevin launch an attack.

He can now perceive qi normally and is certain that Kevin did not use qi to attack, but this speed and attack method are sufficient.

"Get out of the way!" Killua shouted in his mind.

"brush!"

A sound like something cutting through the air rang out.

Killua tried to dodge, but failed and remained standing still.

Kevin was already beside him, his hand not landing on Killua, but lightly brushing past his ear.

A thin trail of blood appeared on Killua's cheek, with a trickle of blood slowly flowing out, leaving a mark on his cheek.

Kevin stood up with a relaxed expression, and gently patted Killua's shoulder with the hand he had been using to attack.

He said nothing and turned to walk off the stage.

Just as he was about to step off the ring.

Killua, who had been keeping his head down, silently raised his hand.

"I admit defeat."

At this moment, his eyes widened, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

He truly felt the threat of death, a chill that seemed to come from the depths of death.

He had thought he was about to die there, until the moment the attack landed, he realized that it seemed to be just his imagination.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Conversation with the Uninvited Guest

"Alright, kid, stop looking so gloomy."

At this moment, Killua was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, almost completely covering his face.

Kevin reached out and patted his head, teasingly saying, "I'm really good, it's not shameful to lose to me."

Upon hearing this, Killua bared his teeth at Kevin.

"You copied that last move from me, didn't you?"

Although the final move instilled in Killua a fear akin to facing death, he still keenly sensed the similarity between that move and his own attack method.

Kevin nodded: "Although it's not quite the same, it is indeed imitating your offensive techniques."

“No, in such a short time, you’ve already learned it very well,” Killua said seriously.

This is not meant to comfort Kevin.

Their battle on the arena lasted less than ten minutes in total.

In this short period of time, Kevin did not fully master the skills, but it seems that he has at least learned three or four parts of them.

"Really? Haha." Kevin chuckled, after all, he had been taking a beating and hadn't really had a chance to retaliate.

How can one describe Nen ability? It's really hard to understand.

When Kevin was building his Nen ability, he hoped to focus on enhancing his body's learning ability, similar to making his muscles form a kind of rapid memory.

The actual effect was just as he had expected. However, when Kevin applied this ability to his mind and deliberately tried to understand enemy attacks by taking hits, this learning ability seemed to be further enhanced.

As the enemy's attacks landed on him, the information about their strength and skills flowed into his body through this single thought.

Even if Kevin defends with his hands, as long as he doesn't deliberately dodge, the attack will leave a corresponding "memory" once it lands on him.

His body was like a sophisticated machine with self-learning capabilities; with each blow he received, it would automatically begin an analysis. Through the continuous process of being struck and analyzing, he gradually simulated the enemy's striking techniques.

Moreover, Killua's attacks did not cause much damage to Kevin, and Killua's attack speed was extremely fast, which further accelerated Kevin's simulated learning speed.

In just ten minutes, he had learned three or four parts of Killua's attack technique.

This was an unexpected surprise for Kevin.

"Knowledge of Nen ability alone is far from enough; we need to delve deeper into the nature of Nen."

Kevin understood that the knowledge he currently possessed consisted only of ready-made results, and he was unaware of the processes behind these results.