"Congratulations, you have reached the 200th floor. Please proceed to the 200th floor for registration. Two hundred million in prize money has been deposited into your account."
Kevin nodded.
Ever since his battle with Killua, Kevin had no intention of spending too much time below the 200th floor.
After that, he fought a few more battles, quickly learning his opponents' power-exertion techniques through his Nen Ability, and then achieving a clean victory.
In just a few days, he reached the 200th floor.
Further up, it was entirely a contest between Nen Users. If he continued to be overconfident like he was on the lower floors, attempting to learn by enduring attacks, it clearly wouldn't work.
Moreover, when facing Nen-related attacks, that learning ability would be greatly diminished.
After all, being Nen-related, under a certain instinctive bias of Kevin, it was easier to learn endogenous powers, which meant changes produced from within the body using potions.
Kevin took the elevator directly to the 200th floor.
As soon as he stepped onto this floor, Nen filled the entire floor with a palpable malice.
For ordinary people, once they arrived here, it was as if they had stepped into a hunting ground surrounded by natural predators, like being in a demon's den.
"How unfriendly."
Kevin remained unmoved, walking straight towards the registration desk.
Next to the registration desk, a reception girl in a Sky Arena uniform stood quietly.
Kevin could tell at a glance that she was a Nen User. It seemed that on the 200th floor, even staff members had to master Nen Ability.
Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true; if they didn't know Nen, working on this floor would probably drive them crazy.
Before Kevin could even speak, a "hehe" laugh came from the nearby corridor.
"It's a newcomer."
"He looks like he can use Nen."
"Want to register with us for a fight? I'll go easy on you."
"Hehe!"
Kevin looked over and saw several oddly shaped people standing there. Without exception, all of them had more or less missing limbs, and some even wore eye patches.
Kevin could tell at a glance that their Nen Ability was not refined, and they hadn't even mastered the most basic Four Major Principles properly.
"Get lost. If my first opponent is trash like you, that would be too boring. I'm not interested in bullying disabled people."
Kevin's words were like a sharp drill, directly piercing into their hearts and hitting their sore spots.
"What did you say! You arrogant fellow."
"Oh, the newcomer has guts, huh? I hope you're still this tough-mouthed in the arena."
"Hurry up and register. I will torture you well, so you won't even have a chance to surrender."
"Then I'll make you like us."
Facing the shouting of these people, Kevin just waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away annoying flies.
His arrogant attitude further enraged these people.
Their Nen, fluctuating with their emotions, emanated even more intensely, overflowing with malice.
"Get out of the way, you useless bunch, don't block the path!"
A sharp, thin voice filled with displeasure came from behind the group.
Hearing this voice, these people scattered immediately to both sides as if they had seen something terrifying, clearing a path.
A tall person slowly walked over, dressed in a strangely styled, tight-fitting suit that only a pervert would wear.
This person's face was covered with countless scars, and his exposed hands were also full of cuts. His dry, straw-like yellow hair was casually draped.
As he walked, the four weapons hanging from his waist clanged against each other, making a "ding-dong" sound.
Seeing this person approach, even the staff member at the registration desk turned a little pale.
A pair of cloudy eyes stared intently at Kevin, full of scrutiny.
"A newborn seedling, what a pity, you've already learned Nen." His voice carried a hint of sharpness, and his speaking tone was like singing an opera.
"As a gardener, I don't mind. How about it, want to have an artistic battle with me? I'll 'prune' you well."
Saying that, he began to pace around Kevin.
The Nen on his body uncontrollably emanated with his emotions.
This Nen was completely different from the malicious or battle-willed aura on normal Nen Users; it was full of an evil feeling, making people feel an aversion when they sensed it.
"I want to register," Kevin said expressionlessly to the staff member.
The reception girl then came to her senses and quickly nodded.
She adjusted her emotions and asked, "When would you like to participate in a battle? I'll explain in detail for you…"
However, Kevin waved his hand directly.
"Register, anytime is fine. I understand the rules, no need for explanations."
Hearing this, the girl nodded.
Kevin stepped aside, looking at the repulsive man, his calm actions full of provocation.
And those few people who had been noisy just now were looking at Kevin as if he were a dead man.
One of them opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but after being glanced at by the scar-faced man, he fearfully closed his mouth and swallowed.
"Then I'll register too, how exciting."
After speaking, he turned his head, only to find that Kevin had already disappeared, leaving only a retreating figure.
Looking at this retreating figure, the man's face grew even darker.
He gritted his teeth, his voice seemingly forced out from deep within his throat: "I will definitely 'prune' you, this seedling, and make you 'perfect'."
…
Kevin did not go home, but went directly to Mito's house.
"Sit, I'll go put on a jacket," Mito said, walking towards his room.
"Put on a jacket? Are you going out?" Kevin was a little confused.
Now it was Mito's turn to look bewildered. He stood there looking at Kevin, even gesturing with his hand as if raising a glass to his mouth.
"I didn't come here to ask you out for a drink."
"Ah? My apologies."
Realizing his misunderstanding, Mito walked back.
"Does my coming to see you only mean eating and drinking?" Kevin said helplessly.
Mito shrugged, offering no further explanation.
In the past, when Kevin came to him, if it was during the day, he usually came to check on his training progress and offer some guidance.
If he came at night, without exception, it was to invite him out to eat and drink.
And also to stroll through the night market and purchase some medicinal herbs and other items.
Mito's "Nomadic Tribe" had quite a bit of research into these things, and he also knew some special channels to buy "materials" that were not easily available on the market.
As a form of repayment, he often assisted Kevin with purchases.
"I remember you have some combat footage of fighters above the 200th floor, right?"
Mito nodded.
He didn't have Nen Ability like Kevin before, so after ascending to the 200th floor, he specifically collected many such videos.
"I registered today. If nothing unexpected happens, my opponent will be a pervert in a tight suit with a scarred face, and four different weapons strapped to his body."
Hearing this, Mito's eyes widened.
He wasn't surprised that Kevin had already ascended to the 200th floor; for him, that wasn't surprising news.
What truly surprised him was the opponent Kevin was about to face.
"Are you sure? That guy is very dangerous. All the footage I've collected shows him to be extremely dangerous."
Mito said with a serious expression, his worry clearly visible on his face.
"Oh? Find it and let's watch." Kevin immediately became interested.