Unless they left Heavens Arena for good.

Thus, they planned to lure Reggie’s father to deal with Ron.

Either Ron would be killed, or he would be killed by Ron.

Whichever outcome occurred, it would be favorable for them, as it would reduce Ron’s focus on them.

Ron held his ticket to the fiftieth floor as he arrived at the elevator.

At that moment, there was already a figure inside.

An elderly man.

When Ron entered, the old man glanced at him but didn’t pay much attention.

The elevator stopped briefly at the tenth floor.

A figure entered.

It was Sadaso .

Sadaso had a stroke of luck today, encountering no particularly formidable opponents, and after defeating his adversary, he was granted a rank increase, allowing him to enter the thirteenth floor.

Once inside, Sadaso looked at Ron.

He instinctively felt that Ron seemed somewhat familiar.

Then, he pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

“Ding!”

Before long, the elevator stopped at the thirteenth floor.

Sadaso stepped out but suddenly turned back to look at Ron.

When he first entered the elevator, Sadaso thought Ron was accompanying the old man.

However, upon seeing the piece of paper in Ron’s hand, Sadaso realized that Ron was also a fighter at Heavens Arena and had nothing to do with the old man.

In the elevator, only the thirteenth and fiftieth floors lit up.

Yet, when the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, Ron did not step out.

What’s going on?

Could it be that such a young child not only became a fighter at Heavens Arena but also reached the fiftieth floor?

Impossible!

That’s just too outrageous!

“Little brother, aren’t you getting out?”

Sadaso ultimately couldn’t help but ask.

Ron waved his hand.

Before Sadaso could say anything more, the elevator doors closed.

The old man also began to seriously observe Ron.

Initially, the old man didn’t think Ron was headed to the fiftieth floor either.

When Sadaso entered, the old man assumed Ron was with him.

Sadaso was waiting for Ron on the tenth floor.

But now, the old man realized that wasn’t the case at all.

Ron was, just like him, also a fighter heading to the fiftieth floor.

“A child this young…”

“Are the evaluators at Heavens Arena out of their minds?”

Ron noticed the old man’s gaze and shook his head.

There was nothing surprising about it.

After all, in the original story, Killua was sent to Heavens Arena at a young age by Silva.

Moreover, he qualified to enter the two-hundredth floor.

At that time, Silva had simply wanted Killua to achieve this qualification, so he had left shortly after.

Otherwise, Killua could have established himself on the two-hundredth floor back then.

Of course, at that time, Killua would have struggled to maintain his position on the two-hundredth floor.

If he had Killua, he would undoubtedly face the trials that new fighters do.

However, as long as he didn’t die, Killua, having opened his Nen, would quickly surpass those rookie fighters, even without any teaching.

“Uncle Silva must have understood this.”

“So, he only aimed for Killua to qualify for the two-hundredth floor.”

“At that time, Uncle Silva didn’t want Killua to learn Nen.”

“Learning Nen too early would reduce Killua’s potential.”

Ron pondered for a moment.

“My ability to learn Nen was granted with my great-grandfather’s consent.”

“It was supposedly decided by the outcome of a Chess match, but in reality, I wasn’t a match for my great-grandfather. It seems that he realized it was time for me to learn Nen and deliberately went easy on me.”

“So, in that sense, my talent might surpass Killuai’s?”

This was a simple math problem.

Killua had to wait until he was twelve years old to learn Nen without diminishing his potential.

I only need to wait until I’m nine years old to learn Nen.

“Ding!”

The elevator stopped at the fiftieth floor.

Ron stepped out.

He first approached the front desk to register his information.

Upon reaching the fiftieth floor, the requirements for fighters at Heavens Arena became more relaxed; they wouldn’t demand immediate matches and allowed a few days for preparation.

However, Ron didn’t need that time.

“I want to apply for tomorrow’s match.”

“Okay!”

After completing his application, Ron wandered around the fiftieth floor, bought a ticket, and entered the arena room, taking a seat in the audience.

A crystal ball hovered in front of Ron.

“As I suspected, the higher the floor, the faster the crystal ball absorbs its characteristics.”

“This proves that my choice is correct.”

“Let’s move up to the two-hundredth floor as soon as possible.”

“Those rookie assassins can’t pose a threat to me.”

The rookie assassins at Heavens Arena are considered the weakest batch among Nen users.

Ron believed that the E-grade evaluation that Silva mentioned was meant for them.

They couldn’t even perform basic yet crucial techniques like **Condensation**.

They were all street fighters.

Like Chimera Ants, but without their powerful bodies.

Moreover, the researchers among the Chimera Ants were quite proficient in developing Nen abilities.

“Under normal circumstances, fighters who can establish themselves on the two-hundredth floor or higher are regarded as decent in Heavens Arena, and killings will be less frequent compared to those below the two-hundredth floor.”

“Unless there is some vendetta.”

“Or someone like Hisoka, a true freak.”

Ron had to admit that Hisoka possessed a certain charm.

However, being targeted by such a person was not a pleasant feeling.

What did Kastro do wrong?

Was it simply a misdevelopment of abilities?

Was it just that he was an **Enhancer** but had developed a **Emission** type ability?

That was Kastro’s own issue.

Yet Hisoka, because of this, was disappointed in Kastro and killed him.

“However, at this point in time, Hisoka has yet to arrive at Heavens Arena.”

As evening approached, Ron went downstairs and returned to the hotel.

—

Midnight.

*Click!*

A sound of the door lock being picked echoed.

Ron slightly raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes.

“Killer Queen!”

The Killer Queen appeared.

*Creeeak!*

The door opened slightly, and a hand slipped in, skillfully and effortlessly removing the anti-theft chain from the door.

Then, the figure slowly squeezed through the widening gap in the door.

One hand gripped a short blade, glinting with a cold light.

She quickly located Ron’s position and stealthily approached him, her footsteps quiet.

Only the faintest sound could be heard, one that would generally never wake someone up.

The masked figure saw that Ron had his eyes tightly shut, seemingly still asleep. She smiled and raised her hand, aiming a vicious stab toward Ron’s throat.

—

But just at that moment,

A hand appeared behind the masked figure.

*Thud!*

A tiny needle pierced in.

“First Bomb!”

Once it penetrated, the Killer Queen initiated the detonation.

There was no explosion sound.

However, at that moment, the needle in the masked figure’s brain had exploded.

It obliterated the masked figure’s mind into a mess.

On the surface, the masked figure’s head showed no signs of change; the Killer Queen had intentionally reduced the explosion’s power.

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