October 8th, 2 pm.
223rd floor arena.
There are still two hours before the match begins, but the venue is already packed with spectators, buzzing with excitement.
The reason why this match attracted so much attention was due to the identities of the competing parties.
On one side is Moses, who has been ascending the tower with unstoppable momentum and is considered a dark horse by many spectators that can't be ignored.
On the other side is Neil, known as the 'Vortex Whip', boasting an impressive record of 9 wins and 3 losses".
Most of the spectators in the venue are here for Neil, hoping to witness his 10th victory today, earning the qualification to challenge the 'Floor Master'.
"9 wins and 3 losses…"
Sitting at the forefront of the spectator stands, Menchi looked at the empty ring and said thoughtfully: "In other words, today, that person named Neil will lose his qualifications."
Winning ten matches will qualify the contestant to challenge the 'Floor Master'.
However, if they lose four matches before then, they will lose the qualification to stay on the 200th floor.
Menchi's words were obviously announcing Neil's defeat in advance.
The seats in the venue are relatively crowded, so even though the venue is bustling with people, those spectators, who are closer to Menchi can still hear what Menchi just said.
'The game hasn't even started yet and you're already cursing it?!'
These spectator fans, who came for Neil, couldn't bear it, and they all glared at Menchi angrily.
"What are you looking at?"
Sensing the hostile glares from various directions, Menchi raises her eyebrows defiantly.
Even though she was outnumbered, she shows no signs of backing down and returns the hostile gazes with fierceness.
Seeing Menchi's reaction, Neil's fans become even more displeased.
"Hey, you ignorant little girl, do you even know the weight of the title 'Vortex Whip'? Moreover, Neil's opponent today is just a newcomer who has just reached the 200th floor. Winning this match will be a piece of cake for Neil."
A middle-aged man looked at Menchi with contempt.
Menchi looked back at the middle-aged man two rows away from her and sneered:
"Vortex whip? What a ridiculous thing. How much can it be sold for? Is it as heavy as the tiger's whip of Ankada Mountain?" (T/N: Tiger's whip is its p****. Also, change Mount Ankada to Ankada Mountain.)
"???"
The middle-aged man is dumbfounded when he heard this.
'Tiger whip? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!'
The surrounding spectators, who came for Neil, also looked at Menchi in shock.
In their opinion, Menchi should still be underage, but how could she be so outspoken?!
"Let me tell you, that little guy named Illumi will definitely be whipped out of the ring by Neil."
"Hey, hey, what you're saying is too disrespectful. That kid still is a newcomer who has successfully reached the 200th floor undefeated. I think he can withstand at least three of Neil's whips."
"Hahaha, that's right."
"Neil's whip can easily crush even a stone slab. Let's hope that kid can take a beating."
"Should we wish him good luck?"
"Ha, if Neil can knock that kid out with one whip, there shouldn't be any need to pay for repairs to the ring today."
"Isn't that right? Hahaha!"
These fans didn't know how to respond to Menchi's tiger whip comment, so they could only start with badmouthing Moses instead.
In the Heavens Arena, it is very common for the ring to be damaged due to fighting, so the contestants do not need to be responsible for this.
However, Neil is an exception.
What he likes to do most in battle is to use the most violent means to destroy not only his opponents but also the ring itself.
Nine victories mean nine previously shattered rings and nine unfortunate contestants who lost their lives.
Maybe it's out of a desire to show off, or maybe it's just to leave an impression on the audience...
Every time Neil wins a victory, he will take the initiative to compensate for the cost of repairing the ring.
This practice of his indeed leaves a lasting impression on the spectators.
Moreover, his brutal fighting style, coupled with his post-battle act of compensating for the ring, became the most talked-about topic among his fans.
Now, as they speak ill of Moses, this group of Neil's fans naturally resorts to the joke about 'compensating for the ring'.
Menchi looked at these Neil's fans coldly, but refrains from retaliating.
Because she firmly believed that her master could win this match.
And victory is the most powerful form of retaliation.
The middle-aged man, who first challenged Menchi, couldn't help but feel the strong cohesion of their fan base after seeing Menchi's sudden silence.
"I say, little girl, could that kid named Illumi be your little lover? Let me advise you, the most charming aspect of a man is his muscles as hard as steel, not a face like a woman's."
The middle-aged man smirked.
When the surrounding fans heard this, they immediately burst into laughter, echoing his sentiment.
Hearing their mocking laughter, Menchi, who had been silent for a while, slowly stood up.
She stared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and said word by word: "How dare you humiliate my master!!! Have you thought about how to die?"
"Master? Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then laughed even more happily.
Menchi raised her right hand expressionlessly, ready to teach this middle-aged man a lesson.
Seeing Menchi's movement, the middle-aged man stopped laughing and teased: "What, you want to hit this old man? Come on, hit me here."
As he said that, the middle-aged man patted his buttocks somewhat obscenely.
The surrounding laughter suddenly escalated to a higher level.
In this situation, Menchi not only did not release her Aura, but also closed her Aura Nodes and entered Zetsu state.
If it were before, she would definitely release her Aura and scare these unscrupulous guys into silence. But now...
Menchi, who had turned off her Nen, suddenly leaped over two rows of spectator stands, aggressively pouncing towards the middle-aged man.
"!!"
The surrounding audiences and the middle-aged man were all stunned.
A moment later, bursts of screams echoed through the spectator stands.
Menchi was like an unstoppable tiger, beating the group of Neil's fans to the point where they screamed and fled in all directions.
Especially the middle-aged man, whose buttocks swelled up like a water balloon.
Menchi's rampage plunged the spectator stands into chaos.
In the venue, the commentator who was stirring up the crowd's emotions quickly noticed the commotion on Menchi's side.
"Oh my God, there are still two hours before the match starts, but I can already see the overwhelming enthusiasm of the audience!"
For the commentator, chaos in the spectator stands was nothing unusual.
After all, it's normal for fans to fight against each other.
The commentator calmly gestured for the live broadcast to focus on Menchi's side.
Then-
As the footage played on the huge screen, the buzzing noise in the venue noticeably decreased.
On the screen, only Menchi's fierce and evil appearance was seen, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, she's punching one person after another.
'It's not normal at all!!'
The commentator had already prepared her words, but after seeing this scene, the on-the-spot reaction ability she accumulated over ten years of working in the industry was instantly shattered.
Her mouth was open, but she couldn't say a word.
Somewhere in the spectator stands.
Killua stared blankly at the screen, watching Menchi 'killing everyone'.