Countless people were captivated by the spectacle.
Especially those floor masters who had failed.
"How enviable!"
"I'm so jealous!"
"I was so close; it could have been me standing on that stage!"
Yet these floor masters were also objects of admiration for many.
For rookie competitors, just becoming a floor master was the pinnacle of their aspirations.
Isaiah, Kyler, Julianna, Patrick...
These rookie competitors would go to any lengths just to qualify for a challenge against a floor master.
However, these rookie competitors were envied by others too.
Throughout the fighting tournament, Sadaso didn't even bother watching, knowing it was too far from his reach.
He didn't even have the qualifications to view the fighting tournament yet.
What he needed to do was to continue battling, continuously grow stronger, and strive to reach the 200th floor as soon as possible.
That's just how humans are.
What has already been obtained didn't matter.
What's already been obtained loses its lustre, but rather what remains out of reach is the true prize worth pursuing.
"Focus!"
Ron could clearly see the two fighters on the stage radiating an incredibly intense aura.
Their aura was immense, reaching an extraordinarily high level.
In the face of such Nen users, rookie competitors would find themselves utterly crushed by their mere pressure without even needing to use Nen abilities.
Their sheer aura would be enough to crush any beginner.
This is the disparity.
"Boom!"
Even before either of them made a move, waves of energy erupted from the arena.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, the figures of both fighters suddenly vanished.
Ron found himself unconsciously drawn in.
Such a battle was completely incomprehensible to ordinary people; they couldn't even understand what the two were doing.
But Ron could barely make sense of it.
The master of the arena was an Enhancement-type Nen user.
Short in stature, he was an old man clad in a red robe, completely bald, with grey-white hair and wearing sunglasses.
Yet he exuded an overwhelming sense of power.
The challenger resembled a Conjuration-type Nen user.
A middle-aged man wielding a sword in one hand.
"I can vaguely sense a similar aura to Grandpa Zeno from this master."
"And this challenger..."
Ron looked at the challenger.
"His fighting style is somewhat reminiscent of Nobunaga from the Phantom Troupe."
"I wonder who is stronger."
But in this match, Ron could feel that the challenger still had some distance to cover to match the master.
Even though this challenger had emerged as the top among his competitors, he was still lacking when facing this master.
Ron withdrew his gaze and looked down at the crystal ball's progress.
As the battle between the challenger and the master unfolded, the progress slowly increased.
Bit by bit.
Finally.
"One hundred per cent, reached!"
Ron's eyes brightened.
At that moment, the battle between the master and the challenger was also nearing its conclusion.
"Bang!"
A massive indentation appeared on the arena.
Everyone felt as if the entire building was shaking.
The centre of the arena had completely caved in.
The challenger was trapped within, unable to move.
"He is too strong!"
"No wonder he's the master!"
"The challenger is still lacking."
"This battle was spectacular!"
…
Ron quickly left the audience seats.
He returned to his luxurious suite.
Ron was about to enter his room when—
"Ding-a-ling!"
A ringtone echoed.
"Grandpa Zeno?"
Ron answered the call.
"Ron, has the fighting tournament ended?"
"It just ended."
"What was the result?"
"The previous master won again; there was quite a gap between the challenger and the master."
"What about the last matter?"
"The Nen Exorcist?"
"That's right."
"It's been resolved."
Ron glanced at Lina and said, "The Nen Exorcist you recommended, Grandpa Zeno, was really good. It took him about ten days to remove the Nen from Lina."
"By the way, Grandpa Zeno, speaking of that, I'm a bit curious."
Zeno paused for a moment.
"Curious about... what?"
"The status of that Nen Exorcist seemed a bit strange."
"What did you notice?"
"That Exorcist seemed to merge with the surrounding environment, but it doesn't look like something that can be done just by being an Exorcist; this surely isn't his ability."
Ron asked, "Grandpa Zeno, does this have something to do with his style?"
"Environmental combat style?" Zeno inquired.
Ron nodded.
"Yes, his disciple, mentioned that term to me."
"No," Zeno denied this speculation. "The environmental combat style refers to a fighting style that blends with the environment, but it doesn't reach the level of what you saw with Benzo..."
"That's Benzo's ability."
"His ability comes with strong constraints and vows limitation with it."
"In that park, Benzo's power can be incredibly strong, possessing many unique abilities."
"His overall strength can reach the level of an A-ranked Nen user."
"However, once he leaves that park, Benzo's overall strength sharply declines, only equivalent to a C-ranked Nen user; that's the price of his ability."
Ron's pupils were slightly constricted.
However, he wasn't surprised for long.
Constraints and vows are, after all, very powerful aspects of being a Nen user.
Using constraints and vows can significantly enhance the strength of a Nen ability.
Ron couldn't help but think about it.
Could there be an extremely powerful Nen user who sets constraints and vows for themselves, allowing them to only throw one punch in their life?
After training for decades, that one punch could shatter an entire continent. (t/N Calm down Ron, this isn't dragon ball..)
Compared to that, Benzo setting constraints and vows to not leave the park could only be considered inconsequential.
"I understand now, Grandpa Zeno."
"Ron, do you have anything planned for the near future?"
"No, Grandpa Zeno, what's up?"
"Get ready; in ten days, accompany me to a place."
"Where to?"
"You'll find out then."
"Okay."
Ron agreed.
To be honest, the two didn't have much interaction, and their meetings were few, but both shared the bloodline of the Zoldyck family.
Moreover, Ron could sense that Zeno treated him very well.
After hanging up, Ron looked at Nina. (T/n Lena is now Nina btw I will edit it to Nina Even if the author uses Lena)
"Nina, I have something to do, and I can't be disturbed. If you're hungry, feel free to eat first."
"Yes, big brother."
Ron entered his room, closed the door, and locked it.
Then he sat down on the floor and began to meditate.