The sudden change caused the arena to fall silent for a moment.
Hisoka turned and left.
It wasn't until Hisoka disappeared from the ring that the referee came back to his senses.
"The winner—Hisoka!"
Normally, Hisoka wouldn't have minded playing with his opponent a little longer. Fun was, in Hisoka's eyes, the most important thing. But after receiving Ron's call, Hisoka completely lost interest.
Arriving at the front desk, Hisoka submitted his application.
Floor Master Challenge Match.
Target: Ron.
Ron also immediately agreed.
The match was set for tomorrow.
In an instant, the staff of Heaven's Arena became busy.
Hisoka's popularity was extremely high and Ron's popularity even surpassed Hisoka's.
A match between these two was sure to attract countless spectators.
It could easily be considered the grandest match of the entire year.
If time permitted, Heaven's Arena would have launched an extensive promotional campaign and set extremely high ticket prices.
But neither Ron nor Hisoka had given the arena much time.
Therefore, Heaven's Arena had no choice but to promote the match in the most aggressive manner possible.
The Heaven's Arena forum. And the internal screens throughout the arena. All began broadcasting the announcement of this match.
"What?"
"Hisoka is going to challenge Ron in a Floor master match?"
"When?"
"Tomorrow. It's tomorrow!"
Everyone who saw the news immediately became interested.
"Tickets—buy the tickets now!"
"We absolutely can't miss this match."
"If we wait, there might not be any tickets left. We have to hurry."
But Heaven's Arena hadn't officially started selling tickets yet.
They were still preparing and still building anticipation.
"I can't believe Hisoka actually chose Ron, and Ron agreed so quickly."
"If I remember correctly, Hisoka only just achieved his required ten victories."
"Who's going to win between these two?"
"Hisoka is incredibly strong, but Ron is the only true young prodigy Heaven's Arena has seen in many years."
Both men had their own fan bases.
In no time, debates exploded across the forum, becoming fiercely heated.
Not only casual spectators but even many fighters and floor masters were interested.
Gon had already left the medical department and returned to Wing's apartment. His injuries weren't fully healed, but he no longer needed to stay in the medical ward and could now engage in light activities.
"Killua, look at this!"
The moment Gon saw the news, he called out to Killua.
"What's wrong, Gon?"
Killua finished his training and came over.
"It's news about Ron having a match with Hisoka—tomorrow."
"Ron is going to fight Hisoka?" Killua's pupils shrank.
Killua cared about Ron. In fact, he recognized Ron as his family more than he acknowledged Illumi as his older brother.
As for Hisoka, Killua was also very familiar with him. During the Hunter Exam, Hisoka's display of strength had made a deep impression on Killua.
Additionally, Killua knew about the situation between Hisoka and Gon.
He had no fondness for Hisoka.
But he had to admit Hisoka's strength. So when he saw this news, Killua instinctively felt a bit worried.
"Killua, Gon, what's the matter?"
Wing and Zushi came over.
"Hisoka earned the right to challenge a Floor Maste and chose Ron. Ron agreed. The match is set for tomorrow, Wing-sensei, who do you think will win?"
Killua looked at Wing with burning eyes, hoping for an answer—the answer he wanted.
"A match between Ron and Hisoka?"
Wing fell silent for a moment.
"Sorry, Killua. I can't judge. Hisoka's strength is very high. Ron's strength is also very high. Both of them may have surpassed me so I can't say who would win."
"Besides, many factors determine the outcome of a Nen battle."
"Experience, technique, wisdom, inspiration, luck... All of these can influence the result."
Killua frowned deeply.
"Why would Ron agree to a match with that maniac Hisoka?"
After reaching the 200th floor, Killua had gathered information about Hisoka.
That guy was a madman.
And he had killed quite a few people in the ring.
"Killua, since Ron agreed, he must be confident. Given Ron's personality, he wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure of. He and I are different."
You actually know you're reckless sometimes? Killua thought privately.
But it was true. Killua knew Ron wouldn't do something uncertain.
To be precise, that was a trait of all members of the Zoldyck family—including himself.
Killua's eyes flashed.
"This proves Ron's strength is above Hisoka's? Then, what level has Ron's strength reached?"
"What kind of talent does Ron possess?"
At another place, the news travelled a little slower. Sadaso had just seen the news and looked astonished.
"Ron and Hisoka?"
Saboo stood in front of a TV, and his expression changed slightly as he heard the names. He did not know the full extent of Ron's strength, but the idea of anyone crossing paths with Hisoka was troubling, and he could not help but feel a faint sense of concern.
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Ron was relaxing with his teammates when his phone rang.
Ron picked up the call.
"Ron, it's me."
"Master Mitian."
"I saw the news about your match with Hisoka. Are you confident?"
"I am no need to worry."
"Then I'm relieved."
Mitian let out a breath and said, "As long as you're confident, that's good."
Nina and the others gathered in front of Ron.
They were also aware of Hisoka's strength.
Nina, Shizuku, Sally, and Misty had all witnessed Hisoka's performances in Heaven's Arena. Shizuku had even taken notes in her notebook.
As for Ponzu and Ruco, they had seen Hisoka during the Hunter Exam.
Even the examiners had regarded Hisoka with caution.
Ron glanced around and smiled.
"No need to worry. It's just a normal match. My strength is above Hisoka's. He can't threaten me."
"Misty, Shizuku, Sally—go pack and get ready. After tomorrow's match, we'll depart."
At 8 p.m., ticket sales finally began.
Heaven's Arena chose a very large arena—second only to the one used for the Grand Fighting Tournament at the top floor.
It could hold tens of thousands of people.
But in just three minutes...
Every ticket sold out.
Online and SMS sales were instantly cleared.
Only the small portion allocated to physical ticket counters remained.
Long lines formed.
But in reality, there weren't many tickets left.
Scalpers appeared among the crowd.
"Got any tickets?"
"No."
"Then why are you talking to me?"
"But I can help you access the fast-track ticket purchase channel!"
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