The Nen surrounding a user reflects their thoughts and emotions in its fluctuations and forms.
Similarly, the myriad of Nen abilities directly mirror the user's personality and experiences.
This is a subtle, intimately connected relationship.
Conversely—
Once Nen becomes prominent, its existence amplifies the user's strengths and weaknesses, as well as their so-called "three views" (worldview, values, and outlook on life).
The good become better, the wicked become worse.
Thus, Nen users who disregard human life will psychologically, and without resistance, view their fellow humans as mere ants.
The clearest illustration of this in the original work is those infected by Morena's "Love Serenade"...
Their unified goal was to kill.
Therefore, when killing, they would not experience even the slightest psychological fluctuation.
In their eyes, the lives of their fellow humans...
Were merely points for leveling up.
And the existence of Nen makes their views and actions even more unshakable.
Therefore, in this context where the power system profoundly influences individuals, most Nen users are utterly unscrupulous when committing evil.
The opponent currently on the ring, openly revealing killing intent, is undoubtedly the type who revels in slaughter.
Such a person...
Once they awaken their Nen ability, it will invariably be of a type that enhances destructive power.
Moro had no interest in Tagore's personality or experiences, nor would he criticize him for doing such things.
He only confirmed one thing.
When Tagore revealed his killing intent, Moro had already defined this match as a life-and-death struggle.
No longer intending to speak, Moro stood in the designated position at the referee's signal.
Subsequently, Moro released the maximum amount of Nen, and for a moment, the Nen surrounding him gently swayed like flames.
In contrast, Tagore, standing opposite, unreservedly poured pure killing intent into his Nen.
The aura emanating from this greatly affected the referee.
As an ordinary person unfamiliar with Nen, the referee, facing this aura imbued with killing intent, felt as if an invisible force was clutching his throat, rendering him speechless for a moment, sweat instantly beading on his face.
Were it not for his professional ethics, the referee would have truly wanted to turn and flee immediately.
He felt as if Tagore was a fierce tiger baring its fangs, ready to indiscriminately tear apart anyone in its vicinity.
"Referee, I'm sure you heard what Contestant Tagore just said."
Moro calmly stated,
"Regarding Contestant Tagore's proposal for a deathmatch, I choose to accept it. Therefore, this match is now a deathmatch, and the referee is no longer needed in the ring."
"Alright, alright..."
Hearing this, the referee felt as if he had received a great pardon, but he didn't immediately leave the ring.
Instead, he suppressed the fear in his heart and, with great difficulty, looked towards Tagore on the other side, intending to confirm as per usual procedure.
Tagore didn't even glance at him, coldly stating, "Get out."
The referee immediately scrambled down from the ring.
At the commentary desk.
The young and beautiful female commentator received the information and immediately shouted with an impassioned tone:
"What?! Contestant Moro and Contestant Tagore have actually initiated a deathmatch on their own! This means the fight will escalate into a duel to the death, no longer bound by any rules! Only one person can survive the ring, and the death of their opponent will be the sole condition for victory!!!"
The commentator's voice echoed throughout the entire venue.
The audience, already excited for this showdown, had some kind of gene activated within them upon hearing "deathmatch", and all of them cheered wildly.
The sound was so loud it almost blew the roof off.
And on the ring, as the referee left, Tagore launched his offensive without hesitation.
He held both fists vertically in front of him, quickly closing in on Moro with small, shuffling steps.
The movement range of the entire ring was very limited, and Tagore quickly closed the distance.
Without any probing, he confidently threw a jab directly at Moro's face.
A sharp whoosh suddenly cut through the air, the white fist moving so fast it was only a blur.
Moro, already on guard, retreated in time, evading the jab while intending to prioritize defense and observe Tagore's attack style.
However, at that very instant—
An invisible attack struck Moro's cheek.
A dull thud sounded.
Moro was abruptly hit, a visible jellyfish-shaped wave of aura rippling from his cheek, and his retreating steps instantly staggered.
"The aura... extended."
The moment he was attacked, Moro saw the Nen on Tagore's outstretched fist expand and extend outwards in the blink of an eye.
It was this suddenly extended Nen that struck his cheek heavily, like a fist.
And judging by the sensation of the impact, this was not a conventional aura manipulation attack.
If it were an aura manipulation attack, it wouldn't have this kind of power if the Nen attack and defense values weren't vastly different.
That Nen... must have been imbued with the property of impact.
It's a Transmutation-type ability.
Moro staggered backward, his right foot pressing against the ground, trying to stabilize himself.
At this moment, various sounds erupted from the audience stands—gasps, cheers...
The audience couldn't clearly see Tagore's actual punch; they could only witness Moro, after the brief exchange, having clearly dodged the fist yet still being hit.
This intuitive result was precisely why they bestowed the name 'Supersonic Fist' upon Tagore.
On the ring.
Tagore, having landed a punch, gave Moro no chance to adjust, and once again pressed forward with shuffling steps.
Just as Moro stabilized himself, Tagore was already in front of him, his jab, imbued with killing intent, aimed directly at Moro's vital points on his upper body.
Facing Tagore's follow-up attack, Moro did not allocate much Nen to his upper body for defense. Instead, he distributed most of his Nen to his legs.
Tap-tap, tap—
Suddenly, Moro pushed off the ground with his toes, lightly hopping backward like a gazelle, and then, the moment his heel landed, twisted and propelled his body into a high-speed change of direction.
Tagore's continuous jabs suddenly struck thin air.
When he reacted instantly, he didn't withdraw his fist.
Instead, he naturally bent his elbow and thrust it towards Moro, who had landed beside him.
The Nen, imbued with the property of impact, extended along his elbow at this moment, advancing towards Moro like an arm blade.
However, Moro was still a step faster, his body carving out a semi-circular trajectory on the ring, circumventing to the other side of the stage.
Tagore's pursuit missed, and he immediately stopped at the edge of the ring, his brow slightly furrowed.
He had just forced Moro to the edge of the ring; if he had seized the opportunity, he was confident he could have directly knocked Moro out.
Unfortunately, Moro used his footwork to evade.
In the audience stands.
The woman with the long ponytail, who had been defeated by Moro in the preliminary round, suddenly widened her eyes at this moment and exclaimed in astonishment,
"How could he... my 'Gazelle' footwork, and... so fast!"
The footwork Moro had just used was precisely the technique she had employed in the preliminary round.
She never expected to see Moro use it here!
But the problem wasn't just that the Gazelle footwork had been learned; it was that the explosive power and speed Moro displayed with the footwork were levels she currently couldn't achieve.
The woman with the long ponytail was incredulous.
(End of Chapter)
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