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The tension in the arena was palpable as Ilumi and Foxy stood face-to-face, their auras clashing invisibly. Both fighters exuded an overwhelming presence, each sizing up the other with calculated precision.
Assessing the Opponent
"Could it be... he's already awakened his Nen ability?"
Ilumi pondered silently. If that were true, this match might prove more troublesome than anticipated.
"This guy's seemingly relaxed stance is riddled with openings."
"But those are just illusions."
"It's not logic—it's my innate battle instinct telling me..."
"This person is strong!"
Foxy's confidence and composed demeanor suggested he had indeed mastered Nen abilities. While Ilumi understood the basic techniques well enough to utilize them, he hadn't yet reached the level of awakening his own unique abilities.
"It seems I'll have to use some lethal moves."
The "lethal moves" Ilumi referred to were the assassination techniques he'd honed during his rigorous training sessions.
Meanwhile, Foxy observed Ilumi through Gyo, his sharp gaze catching the fleeting explosion of aura earlier. His brow furrowed slightly.
"Such an astonishing amount of aura—it rivals mine."
He noted how Ilumi's brief burst revealed a potential reservoir of Nen energy that might even surpass his own.
"An incredible talent, but..."
Black wisps began swirling faintly within Foxy's translucent aura film, signaling a shift in his focus.
"The match will follow a point-based knockout system with no time limit."
"Both competitors, take your positions. The match..."
The referee stood between them, raising his hand high before swinging it down sharply.
"BEGIN!"
Clash of Titans
*"BAM!"*
The sound of shoes pounding against the ring echoed as both fighters surged forward simultaneously at the referee's signal.
Ilumi lowered his center of gravity, coating his arms with aura. His fingers extended unnaturally, nails sharpening into razor-like points. With blinding speed, he launched a knife-hand strike aimed directly at Foxy's right eyeball.
*"SWISH!"*
The air split as Foxy pivoted sharply, dodging the attack by stepping to Ilumi's side. In one fluid motion, he threw a punch targeting Ilumi's head.
"To the right."
Even as his initial attack missed, Ilumi's eyes flickered, tracking Foxy's movement from the corner of his vision. He spun quickly, raising both arms defensively.
*"BAM!"*
Foxy's first punch connected squarely with Ilumi's forehead. Undeterred, Foxy unleashed a rapid flurry of punches, striking Ilumi's guarded arms repeatedly.
Ilumi's shoulders jolted under the force, but then something caught his attention—Foxy's right shoulder was moving excessively. Sensing danger, Ilumi swiftly retreated backward.
*"SWOOSH!"*
Just as Ilumi stepped back, Foxy's hook punch sliced through the space where his temple had been moments ago, narrowly missing its mark.
"A little closer, and that would've hit my temple."
Ilumi inwardly marveled at his improved reflexes and observational skills since mastering the Four Fundamentals of Nen. Two weeks ago, he might not have evaded such a precise strike.
*"TAP!"*
Using quick footwork, Ilumi stabilized himself while maintaining distance. Suddenly, Foxy reappeared in front of him, launching a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at his head.
*"HAH!"*
With a fierce shout, Foxy's leg swung toward Ilumi's skull. At the last moment, Ilumi raised his left arm to block. However, the sheer force of the kick destabilized him, sending him falling backward.
"An opening!"
Though Foxy's initial attack failed, spotting Ilumi off-balance, he seized the chance, driving a downward punch toward his prone form.
But just as Foxy struck, Ilumi's falling body abruptly halted. In a bizarre twist, his left leg shot upward in a counter-kick.
*"THUD!"*
The impact reverberated through the arena, accompanied by a spray of blood. Foxy's chin snapped upward, his head jerking back violently as he stumbled three steps away.
*"SPIT!"*
Foxy spat out a mouthful of blood along with a broken tooth. Glaring at Ilumi, who now supported himself on one arm with his left leg vertically raised, his expression darkened.
"How flexible is this kid? To pull off such a move..."
A faint smirk crossed Ilumi's lips as he bent his supporting arm, springing up gracefully with a stylish flip. Landing several meters away, he crouched briefly before charging forward once more.
Lowering his stance, Ilumi launched a series of low attacks targeting Foxy's vital areas: groin, inner knees, kidneys on both sides. Occasionally switching to higher strikes, he aimed for Foxy's throat, eyes, elbows, and armpits with swift hand-blade motions.
*"POW! POW! POW!"*
The two exchanged blows relentlessly, their arms becoming blurred streaks as they weaved and darted across the ring. Each punch landed with explosive force, drawing gasps of awe from the audience.
"What... what an intense exchange!"
"The fight has started almost evenly matched!"
The commentator's voice rose passionately, igniting the crowd's excitement. Cheers erupted throughout the arena.
"No, Foxy holds the upper hand."
In a less conspicuous section of the stands, Zibonian watched the fierce exchange with an impassive expression.
"But how did Young Master Ilumi learn Nen?"
Zibonian frowned, recalling that Silva had never taught Ilumi about Nen cultivation.
*"BAM!"*
As if answering his thoughts, Foxy delivered a powerful sidekick to Ilumi's waist, eliciting a pained grunt.
*"HMPH!"*
Ilumi grunted, leaping backward to create some distance. Pressing a hand to his injured side, he steadied himself.
*"COUGH!"*
Crouching low, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ultimately, I'm at a disadvantage due to size."
Rising slowly, Ilumi locked eyes with Foxy, who charged aggressively. Instead of retreating further, Ilumi took deliberate steps to the right.
"Hmm?"
Foxy paused mid-charge, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"What is this?"
He stared at the trail of afterimages trailing behind Ilumi, unsure how to respond.
"What?! What is this?!"
"The way Ilumi moves has suddenly changed! What's going on?!"
The commentator's bewildered voice echoed through the arena, stirring curiosity among the spectators.
"Limb Twist."
Expressionless, Ilumi began circling Foxy within a three-meter radius, using varying speeds to create deceptive afterimages—a technique designed to confuse opponents.
"Tsk, this movement again!"
Foxy growled in frustration, lunging forward with a punch aimed at Ilumi's head.
*"WHOOSH!"*
His fist passed harmlessly through an afterimage. Unyielding, Foxy continued attacking the string of illusions, throwing wild punches.
Spinning abruptly, he launched a sweeping sidekick aimed at all the residual images.
*"SWISH!"*
One by one, the afterimages dissipated until the kick nearly struck Ilumi himself.