The entire venue remained silent for a long time, as if it had been plunged into a space of absolute stillness.
Before coming here, many spectators had believed this would be a one-sided fight, which was why most of them had bet on Sandy to win.
In their imagined scenarios, Sandy would use his Pyro Feast to repeatedly corner Law, eventually securing victory with his signature knockout move.
However, the reality before their eyes was Law Sandyng Sandy flying off the ring with a single punch.
The dust had yet to settle, and until Sandy's condition was confirmed, the fight wasn't over.
The referee finally regained his composure and quickly ran to where Sandy had landed to assess the situation.
There were only two ways to win: accumulate ten points or achieve a knockout. Falling out of the ring didn't count as a loss.
Around the world, the Nen Users watched as bystanders, noticing the brief fluctuation of Nen within the fiery wave.
"En?"
Apart from Sanbica and Biscuit, everyone else came to the same conclusion.
Just before the fiery wave disappeared, a thin, circular Nen Field expanded and contracted, and then the flames vanished without a trace, not even a single spark remaining.
Immediately after, Law delivered a punch that severely injured Sandy.
While they couldn't yet figure out how Law had used En to extinguish the flames, they all knew the fight wasn't over.
While Sandy's attack methods were undoubtedly flashy, as a strong contender just below the level of a Floor Master, his Nen Techniques were still competent.
Although Sandy was distracted by the sudden disappearance of the flames, he still managed to use his Aura in time to weaken the damage of Law's punch at the critical moment.
The bystanders could see this, and Law, as the one who had delivered the punch, was also well aware. He first glanced at the mixture of gasoline and blood splattered on the ring, then looked toward the distant dust cloud.
'Did he modify his body based on the principles of a cow's stomach? He can actually store gasoline in his stomach and use it whenever he wants.'
The liquid Sandy had vomited when he was sent flying wasn't just blood, but there's also gasoline.
Law didn't even need to sniff carefully to detect the overwhelming smell of gasoline, which was stronger than the scent of blood.
After a moment of silence, the venue gradually began to fill with noise again.
The commentator quickly regained her composure and said: "Sandy was sent flying off the ring by Law's powerful punch! The referee is currently checking Sandy's condition. If Sandy can still fight, then Law will have scored two points first!"
Now, there were only two possible outcomes: either Sandy was knocked out, or Law would take an early lead of two points.
The organizers had put so much effort into promoting this match. While a victory from the underdog would certainly draw attention, if the fight ended too quickly, the contrast would exceed acceptable limits.
Not to mention the organizers, even the spectators who had bet on Sandy were silently praying that he would get back up and knock out Law.
Sandy had withstood Law's punch and hadn't been knocked out, but he was severely injured.
'All the gasoline stored in my stomach is gone. That means I can only...'
Sandy stood up and slowly emerged from the dust cloud. Just below his chest, near his abdomen, there was a clear, sunken fist mark. His lips were stained with blood, which contrasted beautifully with his red beard.
"Can you continue?" Seeing Sandy walking out of the dust, the referee asked, offering the usual courtesy.
Sandy ignored the referee and walked step by step back to the ring.
He used this slow walk to think about how Law had extinguished the flames, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out.
The referee watched Sandy's back and signaled the score, indicating that Law had taken two points. The audience, seeing Sandy back on his feet, erupted into cheers once more.
'The last stand.' Law could see that Sandy was seriously injured. No matter what attack Sandy launched in the next clash, this fight would be over.
"Sandy is back on his feet! The match continues! But Law has taken the lead, scoring two points!" The commentator announced.
Sandy returned to the ring, breathing heavily but still capable of fighting.
He stared intently at Law, his blood-stained teeth clenched tightly as he forced his Aura to cover his body. Perhaps due to his injuries, the flow of his Aura was unstable.
Sandy could transform his Aura into gasoline, which would ignite upon contact with fire. By leaving his Aura on an opponent, he could create a continuous burn that even water couldn't extinguish.
This was Sandy's Nen Ability: Combustible Aura, not just a simple accelerant.
The fuel for the flames came from his own body, so he didn't actually need to rely on something like stored gasoline.
The gasoline stored in his stomach was merely a diversion he created by taking advantage of the special structure of his body.
Now, with the gasoline in his body expelled by Law's punch, he had no choice but to rely on his Nen Ability directly.
There is a saying, 'playing with fire will lead to getting burned', which is also Sandy's weakness.
The Aura he transformed into gasoline, once ignited, would burn indiscriminately, harming both friend and foe. Therefore, Sandy had to be extremely careful when using his Nen Ability.
The Aura flowing across his body gradually concentrated on his dark claws, wrapping around them in the form of Shu.
As the referee returned to the edge of the ring, Sandy, despite his severe injuries, took the initiative to attack.
Clang!
The three-bladed claws scraped against each other violently, producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound as sparks flew, igniting the claws into roaring flames.
These claws were a weapon Sandy had gone to great lengths to obtain. They could absorb heat without becoming brittle, maintaining their hardness. The handles were constructed with special heat-resistant ore, ensuring that Sandy's hands wouldn't be burned.
Therefore, using his Aura as a continuously burning fuel can allow the claws to continuously absorb heat without hurting Sandy himself.
'You, who didn't even bring a weapon, think you can block my claws?!'
Sandy roared in his heart as he charged at Law, slashing downward with his claws in an 'X' pattern aimed at Law's face!
"Your movements have become so sluggish. Not only your Aura, but even your Nen Ability is in disarray."
Law said calmly as he took small steps backwards, dodging Sandy's high-temperature claw attacks.
Trails of fire intertwined and closed in on Law's body, but not a single one managed to touch him.
To Law, Sandy's movements were slow and clumsy, but to the audience, the speed of the claw strikes was still impressive. Even though Sandy's rhythm was off, his attacks still posed a significant threat.
As the flaming claws sliced through the air, though they didn't hit Law, under Sandy's control, each strike sent out flower-like flames that rained down mercilessly toward Law's body.
However, these seemingly dangerous flames extinguished before they could even touch Law.
Sandy noticed this, and his heartbeat began to quicken!
"Do you understand now?"
Law saw the change in Sandy's expression and spoke coldly.
Before his words even finished, Sandy, who had been relentlessly slashing at Law, suddenly found himself lifted into the air. The square stone slab beneath his feet had risen, carrying him upward.
"What's happening? The stone slab under Sandy's feet has flown into the air! Did Law do something?" The commentator exclaimed in shock.
As the slab rose, Law suddenly stopped moving. The stone slab, like a basketball thrown backward, propelled Sandy over Law's head.
In the next moment, Law spun around with lightning speed and delivered a powerful kick to the slab, shattering it into pieces. The fragments, wrapped in Aura, scattered like shotgun pellets, slamming into the back of Sandy's head and spine.
Boom! Boom!
Sandy was already seriously injured, and now, he was hit by so many stone fragments wrapped in Aura. He spat out a mouthful of blood mid-air before losing consciousness and collapsing onto the ring.
"Sandy was caught off guard and was sent flying by the stone slab! Law seized this opportunity and knocked Sandy down once again!"
The commentator's excited voice echoed throughout the venue.
This time, it was unlikely Sandy would get back up.
Whether it was the audience in the arena or those watching from home, everyone could see it clearly.
There was a clear gap in strength between Law and Sandy.