Limited by the urgency brought by 'time'—
For him, who needed to kill Feitan ten months later, what kind of training should he prioritize?
Moro didn't have Gon and Killua's luck of meeting Wing first, then Bisky...
If he were to pose this question to Bisky, he would probably get an answer immediately.
But Moro didn't have Bisky, so he could only think of the answer himself.
He wondered, was there a need to stay and train in the battles below floor 200 of the Heavens Arena?
The answer was yes.
He wasn't short on money, so there was no need for him to rush through floor 200 like Gon and Killua.
What he currently lacked more was experience and understanding in terms of martial arts.
And compared to the battles above floor 200, where the focus was already on Nen abilities, it was the battles below floor 200 that were more likely to feature skilled martial artists like the one he just faced.
Originally—
Moro came to the Heavens Arena specifically for the Nen users.
However, after witnessing a martial arts duel that determined both superiority and life-or-death, his thoughts changed somewhat.
Since his rebirth, everything he needed to do was aimed at 'Feitan's death'.
Therefore, in the direction of getting stronger, Feitan's combat characteristics had to be taken into account.
So Moro naturally believed—
How to deal with Feitan's rapid attacks was undoubtedly the key to successfully killing him.
Regardless of accumulated combat experience, he at least needed to be able to clearly see Feitan's swift blade.
Relying on his own understanding, Moro arrived at a rough answer through contemplation.
Without the guidance of a renowned teacher like Bisky, he wasn't sure if the choice he was making at this moment was correct.
All he could do was to unify knowledge and action; once he identified a direction, he couldn't hesitate any longer.
And these arena matches in the Heavens Arena...
could help him compensate for his weaknesses.
"Again!"
Moro's thoughts returned to reality, and he turned to look at the long-ponytail woman retreating while clutching her palm.
Hearing Moro's words, the long-ponytail woman's brows almost knitted together.
"You..."
She wanted to ask something but felt it was inappropriate, so she closed her mouth, enduring the surprise, doubt, and pain in her palm, and attacked Moro once more.
She still utilized her well-patterned nimble footwork, moving into Moro's blind spot while charging.
"He's dodging, which means..."
As she struck, the long-ponytail woman noticed Moro's barely executed dodging reaction, and her heart immediately settled.
She then changed her move, her outstretched palm suddenly dropping and striking Moro's shoulder.
Bang!
Another thud echoed in the arena.
Immediately after—
Hiss!
The long-ponytail woman felt as if this palm strike had hit an iron block; she gasped again, clutched her throbbing, unbearable palm, and retreated swiftly as if shocked.
So hard...
How could it be this hard?
Even Iron Shirt technique couldn't reach this level, could it?
Fine cold sweat instantly beaded on the long-ponytail woman's forehead.
Her first strike, out of consideration for Moro's youth, she had held back some strength.
But her second strike, having already recognized Moro's strength, she had not held back.
Yet it was precisely because she hadn't held back that she suffered a more severe backlash.
Clutching her already red and swollen palm, the long-ponytail woman felt it was probably fractured, and her heart was filled with gravity.
She fixed her gaze on Moro, only to see...
He was deep in thought again??!
The long-ponytail woman's cheek twitched.
Moro, meanwhile, was contemplating the recent exchange.
Although he hadn't anticipated the long-ponytail woman's sudden change of move, his Nen had reacted one step faster than his body.
It was just that due to the haste, he hadn't been able to control the intensity of his Nen.
Which resulted in his opponent suffering too much rebound damage.
This was definitely not what Moro wanted to see.
He could tell that the long-ponytail woman in front of him possessed martial skills.
Aside from her physical toughness, the footwork she used to quickly get behind him reminded him of Killua.
So Moro wanted to experience the long-ponytail woman's offensive as much as possible within the limited three minutes, hoping to gain something from it.
But it seemed he had genuinely scared her just now.
Moro quickly ended his contemplation, looked at the long-ponytail woman, whose face was covered in cold sweat, and earnestly said:
"Again, please. This time I'll be careful, and I promise not to retaliate."
"..."
The long-ponytail woman couldn't help but fall silent, biting down hard on her molars at the same time.
One of her palms was likely fractured, which had already made her consider giving up.
But seeing Moro's reaction, she was very unwilling to concede.
Nearby.
Even the experienced referee couldn't help but show a look of surprise when witnessing Moro's performance at this moment.
Let alone some of the contestants in the audience who were watching the match.
"She clearly landed a hit, but the woman was the one who got hurt..."
"He's actually distracted, deep in thought on the stage... That's too arrogant."
"To dare to fight like that, hmph, it's just because he hasn't met me yet."
Some of the contestants in the audience discussed amongst themselves.
Only one handsome man remained silent, staring intently at Moro in the arena.
In the arena.
Moro looked earnestly at the long-ponytail woman, who gritted her teeth, ultimately unwilling to lose the match in this manner.
"Hah!"
The long-ponytail woman abandoned her footwork, and with adjustments to her breathing, she mobilized all her muscles with full effort, then immediately stepped forward and charged at Moro.
Straight punch!
Rooting herself in a horse stance, she threw a straight punch towards Moro's abdomen.
Moro's eyelids drooped slightly, his vision catching the long-ponytail woman's incoming punch.
Strength, speed, angle.
All these elements merged into this one punch, giving a very satisfying impression.
This method of generating power and the trajectory of the punch must have undergone countless targeted adjustments and training sessions.
However—
He could see it perfectly clearly.
Footwork is indeed very important...
If this punch had been delivered with the aid of footwork, I, lacking experience in dealing with it, probably still wouldn't have been able to defend against it.
In a flash, Moro surprisingly felt that his thought process was different from before; he could think of many things in such a brief moment.
Then—
Moro lowered his hand, placing his palm on the inevitable path of the long-ponytail woman's fist.
He even consciously controlled the intensity of the Nen circulating in his palm.
Thud!
The long-ponytail woman's fist landed heavily on Moro's palm, yet it felt as if all her strength had been poured into cotton, receiving no feedback whatsoever.
Moro remained motionless, and the long-ponytail woman also froze in place like a statue.
"You..."
The soft, deep-water-like sense of obstruction that rebounded from her fist caused the long-ponytail woman to be momentarily stunned.
She felt as if she had touched a realm beyond her comprehension.
Then she dazedly looked up at Moro.
Fortunately, what she saw was no longer a contemplative expression, but the young man's gentle, refreshing smile.
"Thank you."
Moro withdrew his palm and thanked her sincerely.
I can learn a lot in this place.
At this moment, Moro was absolutely certain.
The long-ponytail woman opened her mouth, then finally and helplessly lowered her arm.
"Referee... I forfeit."
(End of this chapter)
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