I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

"TKO! Winner: Zhen Yuanzi!"

The referee announced loudly, and amidst the uproar of the audience, Jing Yang once again left the ring as if nothing had happened.

Outside, Kurapika waited patiently.

As usual, Xiao Di finished the match faster than Jing Yang and was now sitting not far away, observing Kurapika with curiosity, as if he were an endangered animal.

Jingyang quickly found him, and Kurapika stood up abruptly, only to see Jingyang raise his hand to interrupt him.

"There's a competition on the 190th floor, it'll probably start soon, I need to go check it out," Jingyang said. "Want to come along?"

Kurapika loosened his clenched fist, sighed, and turned to leave.

"He probably thinks you're playing him," Xiao Di commented.

"Doraemon, which side are you on?" Jingyang grinned and gritted his teeth at her.

Kurapika walked toward the elevator, and behind him came Chin Genko's voice: "You've been waiting for so long, aren't you in a hurry?"

Kurapika stood still, took a few deep breaths, and when he turned around, his eyes were already glowing red as he waited for Chin Genko to continue.

Jing Yang held up one finger. "1. I've met the Phantom Troupe and know a lot about them."

He held up his second finger. "2. I have a grudge against the Phantom Troupe, we're basically at odds. So if you want to deal with the Phantom Troupe, I'm happy to help, and I'll definitely be able to provide you with effective assistance."

He held up his third finger. "3, but all of this is on the condition that you join us."

"Join you?" This was the first time Kurapika had heard so much about the Phantom Troupe outside of himself. His heart pounded with excitement, and the fiery red in his eyes burned even brighter. "What kind of organization are you? The one you mentioned—"

"That's all for now." Jing Yang raised his hand to interrupt, smiling as he pointed upwards. "We can discuss the rest after we finish watching the competition on the 190th floor. How about that?"

Knowing full well that he was being led by the nose, Kurapika had no other choice.

He could only keep up with these two.

……

On the 198th floor, at Arena B, Jingyang and his two companions found an open spot high up and stood watching Killua's match, which had already begun.

It seems this match is indeed very popular. The huge venue is packed with people, a sea of ​​black, almost bursting with boiling heat, cheering and applauding for the exciting duel on the stage... or letting out painful curses and tense screams. They must have placed heavy bets.

On the ring, Killua was in no hurry to make a move, casually moving around the ring and watching his opponent's stamina gradually decrease after each missed attack.

"Wow, that movement! Wow, that footwork!" Jing Yang, watching the match, nodded repeatedly. As expected of the Zoldyck family's darling, the family's chosen genius to inherit the family business, Killua's moves were almost impeccable. All his movements were concise and decisive, and they even exuded a sinister killer aura...

Killua only revealed a wicked smile when his opponent was sweating profusely and his stamina was waning, and then he flashed forward.

puff! !

The opponent's entire right arm was torn off, sending up a spray of blood, and he tumbled off the ring in a sorry state.

Behind the flying blood rain, in the distant stands, a young man with long black hair past his ears, handsome features, yet with blank eyes like a mechanical puppet, and a face lacking any human vitality, was quietly watching the match on stage.

Bang, bang... The severed arm rolled on the ring and stopped at Killua's feet.

Killua said with dissatisfaction, "I aimed for your heart, but I missed. Your speed is not bad!"

The opponent, whose arm was bleeding profusely, was as pale as paper. He sneered, "With your fighting style... you, you can't possibly survive on the 200th floor... you... can't..." As he spoke, his head lolled to the side, covered in cold sweat, and he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

"TKO! The winner is Killua!" After confirming that his opponent was unable to fight, the referee announced Killua's victory and handed him the slip of paper that led to the next floor. "Killua, you have qualified to challenge the 200th floor! Congratulations."

200 floors...

Killua left the arena with the note in his hand and ran into Zhen Yuanzi and the woman in the passageway. To his surprise, there was also the blond boy he had met before.

"You actually came to see it?" Killua put away the pass, staring with dead fish eyes, but he was actually happy inside.

He never had any friends.

He was taught from a young age that assassins don't need friends. Friends are just a burden.

Seeing Killua's undisguised arrogance, Jingyang thought for a moment, pulled him aside, did some calculations with his fingers, and laughed, "This great immortal has calculated that you have a destined true friend who lives in a place called Whale Island. You can go and try it out if you have time."

"Who said I wanted to make friends?" Killua's face flushed slightly as he said sternly, "We'll talk about Whale Island and Shark Island later."

……

After bidding farewell to Jingyang and the other two, Killua arrived alone at the elevator door leading to the 200th floor, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He recalled all the rumors he had heard about the 200th floor from the 100th floor upwards...

Killua was thrown into this Sky Arena by his father two years ago. He reached the 150th floor in two months. For the next year and ten months, he stayed between the 150th and 190th floors.

Overall, there were wins and losses, ups and downs.

When they win, it's usually a clean and decisive victory.

Most of the matches he lost were because he judged that he couldn't win easily, so he decisively conceded defeat and left.

As he went up and down these floors, Killua saw countless contestants come and go, and heard countless rumors about the masters on the 200th floor.

He had occasionally seen some contestants who had walked on the 200th floor.

Every time Killua caught a glimpse of someone like that, his killer instincts kicked in, and every single cell in his body seemed to scream and shout, desperately urging him to get away immediately…

"Forget it." Killua tore up the pass note, not bothered by it, and muttered to himself in boredom, "I'll just go home! Anyway, Dad only wants me to reach the 200th floor. Even though I didn't go to the 200th floor, it still counts as reaching it."

He turned around, but his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was greatly surprised, "Big Brother?!"

With blank stares and a puppet-like expression, Illumi Zoldyck appeared behind Killua at some point and asked expressionlessly, "Killua, aren't you going up to the 200th floor?"

Killua shook his head; sweat beaded on his forehead in the face of his older brother's pressure.

Illumi said with satisfaction, "Very good, because that's not a field you can enter at all, Killua. I watched your matches, and you only make your move when you're most confident. Killua, you truly are a born killer."

He raised his hand and reached it out to Killua, who didn't dare to move at all.

Illumi touched Killua's forehead, confirming that his Nen needle was still inside. He withdrew his hand and said, "I'm here to take you home. Killua, what did that person say to you just now?"

Killua said angrily, "Do I need to report to you? He didn't say anything!"

“That’s good.” Illumi approached like a ghost, and said in a low voice, “Killua, you’re an assassin, you should live like an assassin…”

"Aren't you going home? Let's go!" Killua stormed off first, his brow furrowed and his expression somber.

Watching Killua walk away, Illumi took out his phone and made a call.

After the call connected, he said, "It's me. Killua stopped at the 200th floor and didn't go up. The terms of the deal are met, Dad, Killua is mine now."

The other person calmly said, "Illumi, don't forget the most important terms of the deal."

"He hasn't mentioned Alluka once since he saw me." Illumi spoke as if it were a trivial matter, not about his two younger brothers. "Don't worry, Dad, my ability 'Third Nen Needle: Hypnotic Needle' seems to be working quite well. It was definitely worth developing it specifically for Killua..."

……

On the other side, Jingyang, unable to bear Kurapika's intense gaze any longer, raised his hands in surrender and said, "Stop staring at me like that. Let's find somewhere we can talk, okay?"

Chapter 86 An Irresistible Temptation

A few kilometers from Sky Arena, in a park, on a grassy slope by a small river where hardly anyone appears.

Kurapika kept thinking about the information revealed by the boy named Chin Motoko the whole way.

After much deliberation, before Jing Yang could speak, he said, "Before you tell me about the Phantom Troupe, I want to state in advance that I probably won't agree to your request to join your organization."

Little Drop asked curiously, "Why?"

Kurapika said, "I have something I must accomplish with my life."

"Kill the entire Phantom Troupe?" Jing Yang sat on the grassy slope. "Although I don't hate those people to the point of wanting to get rid of them, they are, after all, vicious criminals. If I can help them along the way, I wouldn't mind at all. On this point, we don't disagree, right?"

Kurapika lowered his eyes.

Xiao Di said in surprise, "It seems you don't want to kill them at all."

“I don’t want to kill anyone… The killing between people is the most tragic thing in this world.” Kurapika closed his eyes. “That’s why I hate the Phantom Troupe so much. How cold-blooded must they be to do something like that…”

There was a sorrowful anger in his tone.

Little Drop remained unmoved and commented, "If the entire Kurta tribe were as soft-hearted as you, it's no wonder they were easily wiped out by the Phantom Troupe."

"What did you say?!" Kurapika was touched on his only sore spot, and his eyes immediately turned a fiery red as he glared at Shizuku.

“That’s how Xiao Di talks, she’s pretty straightforward.” Jing Yang raised two fingers, pointed at Kurapika, then at his own eyes, “Hey, hey! Don’t look at her, look at me. In our organization, I’m the boss. Come on, look at me. Let’s continue our previous topic.”

“Join us and acknowledge me as your leader, and I will tell you the information you want and provide decent assistance,” Jingyang said. “I’m not so kind as to offer free help to strangers.”

This time, Kurapika remained silent for a longer period. He closed his eyes, rubbed them, and when he opened them again, the fiery red color gradually faded.

He sat down and gazed at the calm surface of the river.

"I came to the Sky Arena a year ago, partly to hone my skills and prepare for obtaining my Hunter License, and partly to meet as many people as possible from all over the world and gather any information that might be related to the Phantom Troupe... A month ago, I reached the 120th floor. Although there were many more experts above, I eventually gave up. After reaching the 100th floor, the contestants became increasingly unscrupulous in order to maintain the generous treatment on the 100th floor, and some even resorted to poisoning... A week ago, I left the Sky Arena and stopped challenging them."

“Because I cannot die.” Kurapika ran his hands through his slightly disheveled hair. “The bodies of the Kurta clan, each one of them had empty eye sockets; their souls cannot find peace…”

He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes with emotion.

This made Jingyang realize that the Kurapika in front of him was not the same person who took the Hunter Exam four years later.

The Kurapika in front of me is a 13-year-old boy who lost all his relatives and friends a year and a half ago and was abandoned in a completely unfamiliar world.

"I will find all the eyes that my people have lost."

Kurapika took a deep breath, his eyes growing even more determined. "I will not stop until this mission is accomplished. Not even the Phantom Troupe."

He muttered to himself in anguish, "If things really become hopeless in the future, I'll probably stop chasing their phantoms, just like I did on the 120th floor of the Sky Arena..."

Jingyang couldn't help but recall how Kurapika, after exhausting all methods to disband the Phantom Troupe in the manga only to find it impossible, never actively pursued the Phantom Troupe's whereabouts again. Instead, he focused on retrieving all the stolen Scarlet Eyes of the Kurta tribe, eventually rising to the position of second-in-command in the underworld. When he prayed before the Scarlet Eyes at the funeral, the background music of "In the Name of the Father" wouldn't feel out of place at all...

"So please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request." Kurapika calmed himself down and said sincerely to Jingyang, "If possible, I can offer any other condition I can to exchange for your information. If that still doesn't work, then I will have to continue on my own path and strive to become a professional hunter, and make other plans later."

Since they've already said all that, it seems Jingyang has no reason to force them to agree.

However, Jingyang said, "Have you never thought about resurrecting your dead clansmen?"

These words struck Kurapika like a bolt of lightning, leaving him completely stunned. In fact, not only him, but even Xiao Di hadn't expected Jing Yang to say that.

Kurapika's eyes flashed with angry red again, but Jingyang had already dusted himself off and stood up.

Jingyang raised his hand towards Kurapika, releasing a strong aura.

In an instant, Kurapika, whose eyes were burning red, was stunned.

He instinctively felt that Zhen Yuanzi and the atmosphere around him had suddenly changed dramatically.