Hisoka's seamless chain of attacks had, in a certain sense, indeed pushed Moses into a perilous situation.
Of course, Hisoka never expected that this attack alone would be enough to kill Moses.
What he aimed for was to first establish an advantage and then gradually expand it.
But what he didn't anticipate was-
The black sword turned out to be a conjured object, and it tore apart all his meticulously laid plans with ease.
The large amount of blood spurting into the air was reflected in Hisoka's eyes, which are filled with astonishment, and his slightly confused thoughts formed a series of quickly flashing images in his mind.
The scene where Moses effortlessly defeating his opponents in the previous ten matches without ever unsheathing his sword.
The scene where Moses threw the scabbard at the start of this match.
The scene where Moses hid the shadow as the medium for his teleportation inside the scabbard.
Finally, the scene froze on the black sword dispersing into light particles, only to be conjured again in the next moment.
'Even though he had already mastered Nen Clone and Teleportation Abilities, which were mainly based on the Emission System, he still had the capacity to develop Conjuration Ability.'
'And it is a simple long blade with no special abilities.'
'Regardless of whether this approach is rational, how could he have such a vast memory capacity?'
'But more importantly…'
'To mislead me?'
With the blood spilling, Hisoka fell backwards, his gaze passing over Moses and looking at the scabbard that was inserted diagonally on the arena.
'The sword is conjured, but the scabbard is not.'
'So,'
'This person…'
'Had specially equipped himself with a scabbard that roughly fits the sword, and has been carrying the conjured sword in the Heavens Arena for ten matches…'
'Just for this moment?'
'As if he had 'anticipated' this moment when I first noticed him?'
'No, impossible!'
'This guy-'
'Is just purely insidious!'
Hisoka's eyes trembled rapidly, and a deep crack appeared in his mindset that had never been shaken before.
Hisoka, who loves to use all kinds of tricks and deceptions to trick others in battle, had never thought that he would be tricked twice by the same person.
And the second time, there was also 'intelligence' to support him.
But now that he thinks about it, this 'information' seemed to be the culprit, making one believe 'that's all there is to his abilities'.
Hisoka, harboring an extremely complex and indescribable emotion, fell heavily to the ground.
The referee immediately stepped forward, making a 'two points' gesture, and quickly said, "Critical hit."
After saying that, he took a few steps forward and stood next to Hisoka.
"Down, starting the count."
The referee half squatted down and looked at the semi-conscious Hisoka.
If Hisoka lost consciousness at this moment, the referee would immediately declare Moses the winner.
But since Hisoka still retained consciousness, the referee could only follow the rules and begin the countdown.
If Hisoka managed to stand up before the countdown ended, Moses would still gain another point, which means he accumulated four points.
On the contrary, if Hisoka failed to stand up before the countdown ends, Moses would be declared the winner directly.
Moses, holding the blood-stained black sword in his hand, looking calmly at Hisoka, who was lying on the ground, and the referee, who was half-squatting next to Hisoka and counting down.
At this moment, the entire venue was dead silent.
A quick glance showed that the faces of those spectators visible to the naked eye were filled with reactions like being dumbstruck and speechless.
Even the announcer didn't dare to take a breath, silently waiting for the referee to finish counting down.
Too fast…
How could it end so quickly!
It gives them a sense of 'sudden death'!
The countless spectators who were looking forward to this top-tier battle had never imagined that the battle would end so quickly.
They thought Moses and Hisoka would fight to a draw, but the reality was that Hisoka was utterly defeated within half a minute.
"7, 6…"
The referee's countdown echoed through the venue via the microphone, capturing the audience's attention.
Most of the audience were here for Hisoka.
They were impressed by Hisoka's 'never give up' spirit, but now...
"Stand up!"
At this moment, in the venue where the referee's voice was echoing, a disheveled, middle-aged man with a scruffy beard suddenly stood up, his face was filled with emotion as he shouted loudly.
"Aren't you the Roly Poly? How can you fall down so easily?!"
"Stand up!"
"I, Zisu, have watched you get all the way to where you are now. Are you going to betray my expectations of you?!"
"Roly Poly, stand up!"
The audience member, who called himself Zisu, had a red face and veins popping on his neck. He looked as if he wanted to rush onto the arena and lift Hisoka himself.
The audience around him, who were either dumbfounded or dazed, were all infected by Zisu's overwhelming emotion.
Yeah!
They had watched the Roly Poly Hisoka stumble all the way here, and they had also seen Hisoka fall down countless times with bruises all over his body, but he always stood up again.
But later on, they got used to Hisoka's consecutive victories and gradually forgotten that initial Roly Poly spirit!
That's right, he's a Roly Poly, there's no way he will stop here!
"Stand up, Roly Poly!"
In less than a second, a chain reaction occurred in the audience, and everyone almost simultaneously shouted for Hisoka to stand up.
Only the disheveled man who spoke first seemed as if all the bones in his body were removed. He collapsed powerlessly on his seat, with a gloomy look in his haggard eyes.
"It's all over. All my money..."
His eyes were vacant, staring at Hisoka, who showed no signs of getting up in the arena.
The cheers and encouragement echoing in his ears sounded more like mockery to him.
The surrounding audience was unaware of Zisu's inner turmoil and were vigorously cheering for Hisoka.
Little did they know that their act of shouting Roly Poly was actually speeding up Hisoka's 'passing out'.
"5, 4…"
The referee's countdown continued, unaffected by the audience's cheers.
In a VIP box high up in the venue.
Koko stood directly in front of the VIP box's floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Moses.
It's been nearly two years since they last met.
The young man who once turned the tide in the casino had grown even stronger.
Really—
Heart-stirring.
Koko stared intently at Moses.
Power is really a fascinating existence.
It's a pity that it cannot be exactly controlled in the palm of one's hand.
'With G2 and my ability, maybe I could make him…'
Koko suddenly had a terrifying thought.
But the next second, the rationality she had developed from being in a high position for many years made her decisively abandon the impractical and dangerous idea of wanting to control Moses.
In another VIP box,
Erin faced away from the floor-to-ceiling window and instead looked at the LCD screen hanging in the box. The focused camera showed Moses, who has a calm and composed expression.
"Truly impressive."
She slowly raised her right hand, placed her index finger horizontally on her chin, and a strange color rippled in her wine-red eyes.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the referee's countdown is about to end.
"1…"
As the countdown reached one second, the noisy cheers and encouragement in the venue gradually subsided, and most of the audience held their breath.
But the verdict came as expected.
The referee's raised right hand suddenly swung down, pointing to Moses not far away.
"Winner, Illumi!"