Chapter 235 He Has Arrived

There were no direct spotlights shining on the ring, yet the stadium was packed to the brim, filled with thunderous cheers and the enthusiastic narration of the commentator.

This was only a match at the 50th floor, yet it had drawn such an audience, which spoke volumes about the Hunter World's strong emphasis on martial prowess.

It was no surprise that Hunter occupations less tied to combat tended to be less popular.

"Bring it on."

Law assumed his stance and looked towards Buhara.

He only used half of his strength in that previous strike, which had earned him two points. Seeing that Buhara didn't seem to be hurt, Law figured that much of the impact had been absorbed by the thick layer of fat covering his body.

After realizing that Buhara's impressive durability, Law decided there was no longer any need to hold back.

When the referee saw Buhara rise to his feet, he quickly stepped back and stood at the edge of the ring, carefully observing the two fighters.

'These two contestants are incredibly strong. To see them face off this early is a rare occurrence.' The referee mused to himself. The intensity of their brief exchange just now was something typically only seen in matches beyond the 150th floor.

Buhara suddenly clenched his fists and pounded his chest twice, resembling a gorilla displaying dominance.

Law watched Buhara's movements intently, not knowing what the mystery behind these movements was. Then, he saw Buhara's fists turned into open palms and he push them forward, one above the other, as if pressing against an invisible glass wall.

"This is the fighting skill I learned from Dafifi." Buhara said in a deep voice.

Law raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Then why did you just pound your chest just now?"

Unusual movements were often linked to Nen, but since neither of them were using Nen in this fight, Law was curious about the significance of that gorilla-like action.

Buhara said seriously: "Dafifi told me that before attacking, I should perform a ritualistic movement. It seems to be a custom of his people, so he told me to come up with my own."

"I thought about it for a long time, and since his name is 'Dafifi', I figured this gesture suited him." (T/N: His real name in raw is Big Baboon, but I changed it to Dafifi.)

Upon hearing this, Law understood immediately and several black lines appeared on his forehead, 'It turned out that this action was just a cultural quirk and had no meaning in battle.'

"That's a gorilla's move. What does that have to do with his name?" Law complained.

"Chairman always calls him 'Big Gorilla', which I think is quite descriptive."

Buhara chuckled, then abruptly charged forward. If he had been a chariot before, now he was a bulldozer.

"Mr. Buhara shows commendable courage! Despite being behind by two points, he still chooses to go on the offensive!" The female commentator shouted!

This was the paradise of fighters, a place where martial artists from around the world gathered, showcasing countless fighting styles. Within this vast mixture of disciplines, the strong always emerged.

Law wasn't sure what kind of technique Buhara's pushing-hand gesture belonged to, but he remained composed. Using the Shingen-ryu principle of responding to all changes with unshakable stability, he wasn't the least bit flustered.

As Buhara closed the distance, his horizontally positioned palms suddenly surged forward, creating a rush of air. The upper palm aimed at Law's face to block his vision, while the lower palm targeted his chest for a powerful blow.

Law's stance instantly shifted. His fists shot out like mantis limbs, threading between Buhara's two palms. Then, in a swift motion, he struck both of Buhara's hands, with one hammering the upper palm upward and the other pressing the lower palm downward.

With two loud bangs, Buhara's stance was broken, and his right hand was forced high, while his left hand dropped toward the ground.

Law's counter had cracked open Buhara's defensive posture like prying apart an oyster shell. Without hesitation, he stabilized his footing and retracted his fists before launching a straight punch toward Buhara's abdomen. His movements were fluid, executed with seamless precision.

However, in that very moment, Buhara's raised and lowered palms suddenly twisted. His hands rotated, aligning parallel with each other, with palms facing each other, like the gaping jaws of a beast.

He locked onto Law's incoming punch and, in an instant, his hands snapped shut like fangs clamping down.

At this moment, if Law didn't pull back, even if his strike landed on Buhara's stomach, his arm would be caught between those powerful hands. The risk of a bone fracture was extremely high.

'No time.'

Thoughts erupted in Law's mind like lightning. In this high-speed exchange, he had already analyzed the situation and decided on his next move.

This was something he could not do a year ago, but after training with Biscuit, he had transformed into what he was today.

He didn't attack recklessly, nor did he hastily withdraw. Instead, in that split second, he made the best possible decision.

His outstretched fist suddenly veered to the right just as Buhara's palms snapped shut with a loud clap, generating a gust of wind.

Law's redirected punch traced a downward half-arc, shifting from a fist to an open palm, positioning himself directly beneath Buhara's now-closed palms.

In the next instant, he stepped forward, driving his right palm upward from below. The force struck Buhara's hands, jolting them upwards and exposing his torso.

In traditional Shingen-ryu, this move was meant to strike an opponent's chin from below. However, Law had adapted it to break Buhara's defense.

With his hands knocked away, Buhara's midsection was left unguarded. Law pivoted his body and drove his left elbow forcefully into Buhara's abdomen.

Bang!

Buhara was sent flying.

"Mr. Buhara is sent airborne once again by Mr. Law's seamless counterattack! But Mr. Law isn't done yet!"

After knocking Buhara's heavy body away with his elbow, Law stepped on the ground and chased after him.

Buhara's body was too heavy, so the height he was suspended in was not very high. When he was about to hit the ground, Law took advantage of the situation and stomped downward toward Buhara's abdomen.

Throughout the entire fight, Law had been targeting Buhara's stomach, because this position was not prone to causing serious injuries.

Despite the agreement to fight seriously, this still felt more like a training match than an all-out battle.

Law's foot came crashing down, but Buhara, though battered, managed to react. He crossed his arms in defense, blocking the strike. However, he couldn't fully absorb the impact, and his entire body slammed into the stone floor.

The solid stone surface cracked instantly, sending a network of fractures spreading outward.

"Critical hit!"

The referee signaled with a scissors gesture and swiftly stepped forward to intervene, preventing Law from attacking again while Buhara was down.

Law stepped back to create some distance, and the score panel showed that he had four points, while Buhara still had zero points.

After stopping Law, the referee came to Buhara and asked, "Can you continue?"

Buhara's eyes suddenly snapped open as he stood up, his face filled with frustration. He was feeling completely suppressed.

"Are you okay?"

Law glanced at Buhara's condition.

"I'm fine." Though his injury was very painful, Buhara still had the strength to fight.

Seeing this, the referee stepped back and returned to the edge of the ring.

"Mr. Buhara is back on his feet again! After losing four points in a row, can he make a comeback?!" The commentator exclaimed.

"Again!"

Buhara charged forward once more.

This time, Law changed his approach. Instead of waiting to counter, he extended his right arm forward, taking the initiative to attack and face Buhara.

Amid the cheers of the audience, the two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds. In the end, the result came out and Law had accumulated ten points against Buhara, securing victory.

Those who bet on Law to win erupted into a frenzy, as the high odds had brought them significant winnings.

The reason why so many audiences come to the 50th-floor competition is to notice the dark horse with great potential in advance.

Just like now, a large number of the audience who watched this match had firmly remembered the names Law and Buhara. And from this moment on, they would follow their matches closely.

Compared to the active contestants in the higher-floors of the Heavens Arena, the audiences at the lower-floors had the advantage of spotting potential powerhouses early!

The contestants above the 200th floor, including Atomu, were oblivious to the fact that today, Heavens Arena had welcomed a formidable new challenger.

The one the media had been talking about for weeks… 'he' has arrived!