Chương 65: Flying Thunder God Technique

Before giving Light the kunai, Aren had also sent a package to Machi. Inside were two marked Flying Thunder God kunai and a letter explaining their use. If she or Uvogin encountered danger they could not handle, they only needed to inject Nen into the formula. Aren would sense it immediately and teleport to the mark. As for the others, none of them had a fixed destination yet, so he did not send any out for the moment. Light did not fully understand the kunai Aren handed him, but he accepted it respectfully.

At least one thing was clear to him. The world of Nen users could not be judged by ordinary common sense. His job was not to ask unnecessary questions. His job was to do exactly as Aren instructed. After learning that a Nen user could force another person's aura nodes open, Light had also wanted to become a Nen user. Aren looked him over once and judged that if Light were forced open the same way Bart had been, he would probably lose control of his aura, drain himself dry, and die.

Unless he began serious training from that moment. In the future Aren remembered, Wing had said before awakening Gon and Killua that forcibly opening Nen required both aptitude and qualifications. He had also described their Ren as already quite good. In other words, unless Light built a certain foundation first, forcing his aura nodes open would be no different from sending him to his death. At first, Light tried to accept the training. Less than half an hour later, he was gasping for air and decisively gave up.

He had neither Neon's talent nor the will to endure hard training. So the matter ended there.

"Understood," Light said.

"I will arrange everything according to Mr. Aren's instructions. Then I will not disturb you any longer." Aren waved him away.

"Good. Go."

"Yes, Mr. Aren." Light backed away respectfully. Only after leaving a proper distance did he turn and return to the villa. Once he was gone, Aren opened his hand, and another Flying Thunder God kunai appeared in his palm. Looking at it, he murmured thoughtfully, If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.

"The package should be arriving soon." Far away in the Republic of Padokea stood Heavens Arena. In this fighting tower, only winners advanced. On average, four thousand challengers tried to climb higher every day. It was the destination of countless martial artists. Some came for fame. Some came for money. Others simply wanted to fight strong opponents and test their own path. High-ranking fighters could even receive an entire floor as private lodging.

Whatever the reason, the tower drew an endless stream of competitors. Some found success here. Others were beaten to death in the ring. Violence, blood, and profit turned Heavens Arena into one of the most famous money pits in the world. More than a billion spectators entered every year, and the facilities inside were complete enough to feel like a city. The amount of money involved in daily betting alone was astronomical. The prize money given to fighters below the higher floors was nothing compared to that.

At the moment, Machi and Uvogin were waiting inside a fighter lounge on the eightieth floor. Fighters who reached this level were not usually stupid. When they saw Machi, a few showed obvious surprise, but no one was foolish enough to provoke her. Everyone here was aiming for the hundredth floor and the private room that came with it. No one wanted to invite trouble without profit. Besides, Uvogin sat beside her, and he did not look like someone easy to offend.

"Excuse me. Is Ms. Machi here?" A Heavens Arena staff member stood at the lounge entrance holding a small package.

"Here." Machi's cold voice came from in front of him. The staff member lifted his head from the package label. No one stood there. He blinked in confusion.

"Down here." This time, Machi's voice sharpened with killing intent. The staff member hurriedly looked down and found her staring at him with eyes like knives.

"Ah! Sorry, Ms. Machi. This package is for you." He clearly had not expected a little girl to appear as a competitor on the eightieth floor. Machi did not care about his apology. She accepted the package and returned to Uvogin's side.

"Oh, Machi," Uvogin said.

"Is that the package the deputy leader mentioned?" She nodded calmly.

"Probably. Other than him, who would send me anything?" Aren had texted ahead to say something would arrive. He had not explained what it was. Just as Machi was about to open the package, the broadcast sounded.

"Mr. Uvogin, Mr. Aubel, please proceed to Ring B on the eighty-sixth floor." Machi glanced at the speaker.

"Uvogin, looks like you're first."

"Yeah. I'll wait for you in the ninetieth-floor lobby after I win. Then we can see what the deputy leader sent." Uvogin grinned and stood. On the other side of the lounge, a bald, heavily built man wearing only wrestling briefs stood as well. He should be the other fighter, Aubel. Uvogin glanced at him once and immediately looked bored.

"Another piece of trash." He said it loudly enough for the entire room to hear. The other fighters looked at Aubel with strange expressions, as if asking, 'You're going to take that?' Forced by those stares, Aubel hardened his face and snapped back,"Anyone can talk big. Once we get in the ring, we'll see who's trash." In truth, Aubel did not want to provoke Uvogin. The wild pressure coming off him was too strong, almost like a beast in human form.

The moment Uvogin stood, Aubel had a bad feeling that he might be finished. He had already planned to test him lightly and surrender the instant things went wrong. That would at least keep his injuries from becoming too serious. Now, under everyone's gaze, he had actually answered the provocation. Part of him was already wondering whether he should surrender the moment he stepped onto the ring. But he had reached the eightieth floor. Two more wins would take him to the hundredth. Giving up now felt unbearable.

Uvogin heard the reply and grinned wider instead of getting angry.

"You know, I like idiots who don't value their lives." Killing intent spilled from him, impossible to suppress. Aubel's face went pale.

'He really wants to kill me.'