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Hisoka's name didn't pop up across from Ronin on that giant poster until October 1st.
But the showdown between the "Fire God" and the "Magician" still had the entire Heaven's Arena buzzing nonstop.
The main arena on the 223rd floor was already packed wall-to-wall a full half-hour before the match even started.
The massive screen hanging over the ring flashed real-time betting odds.
This time the announcer wasn't playing favorites. He was actually busting his ass to hype the crowd, running through both fighters' stats for everyone in the stands.
Hisoka might've been new to the 200+ floors, but his earlier beatdown of Huashi Doulang had been pure fireworks. Raw power, that twisted personality—Miria's marketing machine turned it all into gold. The guy already had a decent fanbase.
This fight was pulling just as much heat as any floor-master challenge.
When the ref called for the fighters to enter, the crowd lost their minds.
Ronin drank it in—the thunderous cheers, all those eyes glued to him. Back in his old world he'd chased the spotlight with streams, videos, and cosplay at cons. Crossing over had basically handed him the same dream, just in a different package.
Sure, he was a combat star now, not some idol, but the rush felt exactly the same—maybe even better with an audience this huge.
Hisoka, on the other hand, didn't give a damn about the stage. His entire focus was locked on Ronin.
The guy's abilities were unpredictable as hell, and his growth was obvious even from a distance. Just looking at him, Hisoka could tell Ronin was noticeably stronger than the last time they'd crossed paths at Cemeta Tower.
And that strength made every cell in Hisoka's body tremble with excitement.
"Ready for a fight to the death?" Hisoka wanted Ronin to cut loose completely—no holding back like last time, when he'd stuck mostly to close-quarters brawling.
"Nah," Ronin shot back. "I'm not that interested in killing you."
He meant it. Hisoka was twisted, sure, but he had this weird charisma. They weren't exactly mortal enemies.
Still, the words landed like a slap in Hisoka's ears—like Ronin was saying he could end him anytime he felt like it.
"Strong… confident… mature…" Hisoka licked his lips. "Perfect fruit."
He didn't push the deathmatch talk any further. Once the fists started flying, it would be life or death anyway. If Hisoka somehow survived until the ten-minute TKO, he'd count himself lucky.
The ref saw both sides were good and blew the whistle. "Fight!"
The second the sound cut through the air, Ronin dropped back, opening distance, hands already flying through seals.
Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!
A roaring wall of flames exploded from his mouth, barreling straight at Hisoka.
The crowd behind the ring stirred—heat slammed into them before the fire even got close.
Then the ring floor ripped upward, a massive slab of stone hurtling toward Ronin with flames riding its back.
Hisoka had clearly done his homework. He looked a little surprised that Ronin opened with the same heavy-hitter that had wrecked Uvogin, but he handled it smooth as silk.
The flames shattered the first stone slab, but more slabs kept ripping free—Hisoka's aura yanking them up like a spider spinning a web.
For a split second the guy looked straight out of a comic book.
Bungee Gum—that elastic, rubbery aura—acted like his personal spider silk. Some slabs blocked the fire head-on; others stood upright and smashed toward Ronin.
Flames and stone filled the ring… but a single shadow blurred straight through the inferno and appeared behind Hisoka.
It was Ronin, already wrapped in Lightning Style Chakra Mode.
Four-Finger Pierce shot straight at Hisoka's gut.
Hisoka's leg snapped up faster than Ronin expected, smashing into his elbow and knocking the strike off target. The attack sliced through empty air.
The two of them crossed paths, and Hisoka instantly spotted the opening on Ronin's side. A playing card flew from his fingers, spinning like a razor toward Ronin's waist.
The next instant the "Ronin" he hit burst into white smoke and vanished.
Hisoka's stomach dropped.
A giant water sphere was already dropping straight onto his head.
The real Ronin had swapped in the moment his Shadow Clone popped. He stood right where the clone had been, eyes locked on Hisoka's, already forming the next jutsu.
Water Style: Water Prison Technique.
It was the move he'd wanted to test ever since the Illumi fight.
And the reason he'd appeared so fast? A kunai lay on the floor where the clone had stood—marked with the Flying Thunder God seal, the one he'd named "Sword of Ninja Love."
Hisoka's gaze met those eerie three-tomoe Sharingan eyes.
In that single heartbeat everything changed. He wasn't on the arena floor anymore—he was standing in some bizarre, otherworldly space.
Thick iron stakes slammed down toward his arms and legs. White-hot pain exploded through his limbs.
But Hisoka didn't even flinch.
Something felt off. He'd clearly seen Ronin trying to trap him in that weird water bubble. Why the hell would iron spikes suddenly rip through him?
This had to be an illusion.
Even though the pain felt exactly like real nails punching through flesh, it wasn't real.
The moment Hisoka broke free from the Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stake Technique, he realized he was already trapped inside the water prison.
Those eyes… they're no joke.
He held his breath and thrashed, trying to force his way out. Outside the sphere, Ronin kept one hand steady to maintain the prison while the other reached to his waist, pulling out shuriken and flinging them in every direction.
Every single shuriken flew straight toward spots where Hisoka's Bungee Gum lingered—threads he'd left on the ring floor before the water prison closed in.
Inside the bubble, Hisoka twitched his fingers. The taut aura threads snapped tight, yanking attached stone slabs and rubble straight at the water sphere like missiles.
But the next instant every thread got sliced clean by the incoming shuriken. The flying debris lost all precision—no way to nail the prison anymore.
After a few more seconds of struggling, Hisoka realized breaking the Water Prison from the inside was damn near impossible.
Still, he didn't look panicked at all.
Ronin noticed. The guy still had something up his sleeve.