I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

If Xiao Di were to push through the Trial Gate, the result might not be worse than Jing Yang's.

"Chirp?" The little gray bird landed on Jingyang's shoulder, tilting its head to look at the two people hugging each other.

Jingyang let go of her hand. Xiaodi took a half step back, looking at him blankly. Jingyang pushed her glasses, which had slipped halfway down her nose, back up.

"Should we put it away?" Xiao Di looked at the parachute backpack he was carrying.

"Okay." Jingyang followed her upstairs.

Back in the hotel room, Xiao Di materialized a bulging-eyed fish and put away all of Jing Yang's things that he wasn't using for the time being.

"When I came, were you practicing 'Firmness'?" Jingyang asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I see that you have less energy than usual."

"Mm." Xiao Di nodded and walked up to Jing Yang.

Jingyang reached out his hand. Xiaodi reached out her hand and grasped it.

“Then continue. Since you’ve already practiced ‘Strengthening,’ you should do it all the way through for the best effect.” Jing Yang cupped her hands together and said with a smile, “I’ll also take a break. The Sky Arena is nearby, and there’s no guarantee that no expert will appear. During this time, it’s best if one of us practices ‘Strengthening’ while the other recovers, to ensure that at least one of us has full and peak combat power.”

"Okay," Xiao Di agreed.

Soon she stood on the floor again, releasing all her energy and binding it together, maintaining the 'firm' form. As time passed, she honed her willpower through the pull of her will.

……

As dusk settled and the crowd surged, the 991-meter-high Sky Arena seemed to stretch straight into the night sky, towering into the galaxy.

Jingyang and Xiaodi glanced at it from afar before leaving. They could put the arena matter aside for now; solving their hunger problem was more important.

The two found a popular restaurant on a nearby street.

Leaving aside Xiao Di's savings, Jing Yang still had most of the money he earned on Ghost Island, so they weren't exactly short of cash. Plus, they were going to try their luck at the Sky Arena tomorrow; every win brought a prize, and in the manga, winning the 190th floor even netted a whopping 2 million Jenny. In this Hunter world, those with real strength never had to worry about money. The man named Ging was said to be as wealthy as a country.

Most of the diners in the restaurant were familiar with the Sky Arena; some had just won money in the arena's betting pool, while others had likely just lost. At this moment, some people overheard Jing Yang and Xiao Di's conversation, noticing their seemingly nonchalant attitude towards the difficulty of the Sky Arena, which inevitably drew sidelong glances.

Yun Gu put down his newspaper and glanced back at the young couple talking at the next table behind him, only to find that they had just gotten up and were leaving.

The boy was relatively spirited, while the girl was more demure, but they both had one thing in common: they were both very calm and composed, without a trace of restlessness.

The world is full of talented people! Yun Gu thought to himself. He felt a sense of pressure when he recalled the task of being punished to obtain the position of the leader in the Sky Arena because he had angered his master.

……

"I didn't expect there to be an elf playground here..."

Jingyang and Xiaodi took a walk after dinner in the bustling night market. Suddenly, they noticed a place with a huge flow of people in the distance. The huge entrance sign with neon lights flowing in the night was none other than Blanchett's company.

"The Elf Playground is a great place. I've gotten a free Doraemon dream." Jingyang said with a smile, "Let's go in and have a look."

The two strolled around the amusement park, buying quite a few things along the way.

Xiao Di is very curious and always tries every snack and local delicacy she sees along the way. If she doesn't like it, she looks at Jing Yang with a blank, innocent expression. If it really isn't very good, Jing Yang will reluctantly eat it for her; if it's actually alright, Jing Yang will grin mischievously and stuff it into her mouth...

"Wow!" "That was amazing!"

A commotion arose. The world-famous Sky Arena was nearby. This city was indeed full of talented people. Some people who might not be able to make it in the Sky Arena would set up stalls in the night market to perform magic tricks and acrobatics. Jingyang and Xiaodi had seen quite a few novel things.

After strolling through the streets for a while, the two walked along the illuminated riverbank back to their hotel to rest.

……

In the stillness of the night, lying in bed, Jingyang stared at the ceiling and suddenly asked, "Xiaodi, can I hug you?"

A cool, soft hand reached out and grabbed my hand.

Jingyang grasped her glasses in return, then turned to see Xiaodi also looking at him. With her glasses off, Xiaodi's bright eyes were half purple, seemingly able to speak in the dim room. Jingyang felt an urge to put her glasses back on; such beautiful eyes shouldn't be left unhidden, it was simply unfair.

Xiao Di snuggled closer to him and hugged his entire arm.

Jingyang turned around and hugged her tightly.

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The next morning, Jingyang and Xiaodi got ready and set off for the Sky Arena.

It is said that as many as 4000 challengers line up to compete and advance to higher levels at the Sky Arena every day, attracting as many as 10 billion spectators from all over the world! Jingyang and Xiaodi had set off early enough and even came from nearby, but they were still stuck in the long queue outside the door.

After finally getting through the queue to the registration area, Jingyang and Xiaodi looked around curiously as they followed the people in front of them toward the registration window.

The worker behind the window handed me two forms. "Welcome to Sky Arena. Please fill in your information here."

When filling in the name, age, and combat experience, Xiao Di leaned over to take a look at Jing Yang's form and discovered that Jing Yang had used a pseudonym.

Then she saw that Jingyang had written a big "0" in his fighting experience, so she also wrote "0" in her own form... After submitting the forms, the two received their respective competition numbers and were guided to the competition area on the first floor.

On the way, Xiao Di asked curiously, "'Zhen Yuanzi'?"

"It's just a random pseudonym," Jingyang said, pointing to his face. "After all, I've had some changes, haven't I?"

They quickly emerged from the passage, and a bright light appeared before them. Amidst a deafening roar and cheers, a venue resembling a giant stadium came into view. The stands stretched out in tiers on all sides, and in the center of the arena were sixteen rings arranged in four rows and four columns. Each ring had a referee, and two contestants were locked in combat on each ring. Some were already covered in blood and unconscious, being carried off the stage…

The air was thick with the savage smell of blood and sweat, which intensified amidst the shouts of the audience.

"I hope no one dies here too often..." Jingyang thought to himself. After finding an empty seat with Xiaodi, he asked, "I came here to train my skills and increase my combat experience. What about Xiaodi?"

Xiao Di pointed upwards, "I'm very curious about what the upper levels are like."

“Then you’re in trouble,” Jingyang said. “In order to gain more combat experience, I definitely won’t climb the stairs too fast.”

"It's okay," Xiao Di said. "I'll wait for you."

At this moment, the loudspeaker in the venue announced: "Contestants No. 725 and No. 988, please proceed to ring C."

"Ah, it's my turn." Jingyang stood up.

Xiao Di waved to him and watched him leave the competition area from the stands. Soon after, she walked to ring C and listened to the referee say a few words with another burly man before they went up to the ring together.

Jingyang is 1.5 meters tall. From a distance, he didn't attract the same ridicule from the audience as Xiao Jie in the comics, who mocked his age.

However, the burly man on the same stage saw his overly youthful face clearly and said sternly, "Kid, you've come to the wrong place. Leave before you get hurt."

"I feel like I've come to the right place," Jing Yang said, while thinking to himself, how can I improve my fighting skills without killing my opponent with one punch when the power difference is too great?

The referee said, "The competition on the first floor will be judged based on the winner. Please show your strength to the fullest within 3 minutes."

"Then, the game begins."

As soon as the referee gave the order, the burly man on the other side rushed over, rubbing his fists together, and threw a powerful punch at Jing Yang's head.

How should I answer this?

Jingyang's eyes reflected the movements opposite him. As he focused his attention, the other person's movements seemed to slow down, like a slow-motion scene in a movie...

Dodge? Or confront head-on?

Should I throw a punch? Or a kick?

Jing Yang's mind raced; there were so many ways to deal with this guy that he couldn't make a decision for the moment.

boom!

The massive, heavy fist was caught by Jing Yang's palm. Jing Yang, who could push open the second trial gate, which weighed a total of 8 tons, with his bare hands, was basically unmoved.

The burly man blushed, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did. It was as if his fist was welded into the boy's palm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

He roared and raised his knee to strike Jingyang's chin.

Jing Yang subconsciously slapped him, and the burly man's face turned ashen. He screamed in agony as a deep palm print was slapped into his thigh muscle.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot to hold back." Jing Yang released the man's fist. "Sorry, I've never fought like this before, I don't have much experience. Try again."

What are you talking about? The referee was speechless. This guy is no match for you, okay? Just win already!

The burly man opposite him, limping and drenched in cold sweat, rearranged his stance. Looking at the eager young man opposite him, the cold sweat on his forehead increased even more. Finally, he dejectedly lowered his hands. "Referee, I concede. I'm no match for him..."

"Wait, come back!" Jing Yang was caught off guard as his opponent limped off the stage. "Can't I go easy on him?"

The referee, embarrassed, said to Jing Yang, who seemed quite unwilling, "Number 988, go to the 50th floor."

"I refuse!" Jing Yang immediately raised his hand. "Can I stay on this floor? I'm not getting anything out of it. It's so boring to get promoted like this!"

"No," the referee refused. "If you win, you have to go to a higher level." He paused, then added, "If you really want to gain combat experience, you can go to the 10th floor first. The Sky Arena is divided into levels of 10 floors each. If you lose on the 10th floor, you'll go back to the 1st floor; if you win, you'll go to the 20th floor. Any objections?"

"Since you've said so, let's leave it at that," Jingyang said.

The referee printed out a slip of paper from his device, handed it to Jing Yang, and said with a smile, "Keep up the good work. Hone your skills, and you'll definitely shine at an even higher level."

Jing Yang waved the sign and left the arena.

Chapter 80 What is this swift and powerful wind and thunder?

Xiao Di is no longer in the audience where she was just sitting.

Jingyang looked at the other arenas in the arena and soon saw Xiaodi slap her opponent, sending her flying over several arenas before crashing into the audience area... Fortunately, she remembered that Jingyang was nearby and it was not appropriate to cause a death, so she did not kill her.

The registration terms include a waiver of liability. Neither Sky Arena nor the opponent is held responsible if a player is killed in the ring.

"Take it easy, if I turn into a seventy or eighty-year-old, you'll be fully responsible, you know?" Jingyang left with the victorious Xiaodi. They went to hand in the slip of paper and collect their first win's prize of 152 jenny, a can of soda. Afterwards, they took the elevator to the 10th floor together. "You've already fast-forwarded to my retirement."

Xiao Di turned to look at him and said seriously, "So Jing Yang is not suitable to stay in this place for a long time."

She knew Jingyang's situation, so she was careful not to kill her opponent during the match. But others didn't have that concern... although it was probably rare to easily kill an opponent on the spot in a ring on the same floor.

"Who is Jingyang? I'm Zhen Yuanzi." Jingyang reminded him, then smiled, "Winning one match and then running away won't be allowed. The rules seem to have a match requirement: you either win two matches or lose one each day, otherwise leaving without permission is considered a forfeit and you'll lose your eligibility to participate. Hmm... if I win one more match today, we'll go out for dinner, how about that?"

"Hmm." Xiao Di nodded, then suddenly said, "I can fight here, and then go back and fight you, Jing-Zhen Yuanzi. That way, you can still gain fighting experience, right?"

“That’s one way too.” Jing Yang stepped out of the elevator.

……

On the 10th floor ring, Jingyang's opponent this time was a boxer who wasn't particularly burly, but was all muscle.

The referee explained, "The match uses a 3-minute scoring system. An excellent attack is worth 1 point, a very excellent attack is worth 2 points, and a knockout confirmed by the referee is worth 1 point. The first player to reach 10 points wins, which is a TKO. If the opponent is unable to fight, the winner is immediately KO'd. Do you all understand?"

"Understood." The muscular boxer opposite him clapped his fist. Weapons were not allowed on this floor, so he naturally didn't have boxing gloves, only layers of bandages wrapped around his body.

I don't quite understand! Jing Yang nodded to himself. This time, he couldn't win too easily like before. What would be the effect of that?

The opponent took the initiative, seemingly having seen through Jing Yang's numerous weaknesses, and closed in, unleashing a dazzling barrage of punches.

But Jingyang's eyesight had become accustomed to 'condensation'. Even without 'condensation' now, he could easily see through these seemingly fast but actually slow fists... He didn't retaliate for the time being, and made a perfunctory defensive stance. The rain of fists hit his body, which had been tempered by his spiritual energy, and he barely felt anything.

What would it feel like to punch a bunch of cotton balls against a 16-ton steel statue?