Chapter 172: Silly Charles

Oboro himself wasn't particularly interested in the fight between Kastro and Hisoka. However, the former served as a perfect negative example to warn Charles.

"Hisoka, I would like to thank you. Without your baptism, I wouldn't have been able to grow to this point and become so strong." Although Oboro had already announced the beginning of the battle, Kastro remained calm and radiated confidence.

He seemed sure of victory. In the Sky Arena, both he and Hisoka were known as the fighters most likely to be overwhelmed.

"Strong? Are you talking about yourself?" Hisoka scoffed.

"You'll see soon enough!"

Kastro's expression turned cold. With a thunderous roar, he immediately attacked, his explosive power truly amazing.

Instead of watching the battlefield, Oboro took out his cell phone and glanced at a text message from David "The Kakin Empire is almost ready, just wait for him to pass.

Next to him, Charles focused intently on the two fighters in his field of vision.

Kastro leapt into the air and appeared in front of his enemy. He curled his five fingers into claws and slashed at Hisoka's head with immense Aura enveloping his hands.

Faced with this attack, Hisoka took a step back, seemingly trying to dodge. But in the blink of an eye, Kastro, who had been suspended in the air, disappeared only to reappear behind Hisoka. His hand grabbed one of Hisoka's arms.

"How did he do that?" Charles gasped in shock.

He couldn't see clearly how Kastro had changed his position so suddenly.

It's over! Hisoka can't dodge! This technique seemed so formidable that Charles felt that even some powerful masters at the building owner level would be caught by it.

Kastro's face showed unmistakable pride.

However, in front of their eyes, Hisoka's body turned into a flashing shadow, his flesh turning into air as Kastro's claws sliced through it. Like an elegant dancer, Hisoka took leisurely steps away from his attacker.

"That," Charles was stunned.

If Kastro's attack was strange and unpredictable, then Hisoka's positioning technique was nothing short of magical. He couldn't comprehend it at all.

"Don't stare at Hisoka, you can't learn anything from him, his level is too high. Concentrate on Kastro!" Oboro reminded him, still looking at his phone.

"Yes." Charles quickly shifted his attention and fixed his eyes on Kastro.

He watched as Kastro recovered from his shock, his hands repeatedly tearing through the air as he attacked Hisoka. But Hisoka moved with nimble grace, dodging each attack without even touching his clothes. Though Kastro could somehow get close to Hisoka with each attempt, his attacks consistently failed to connect.

The shadows of both men danced across the field until Kastro finally stopped his attack. He stood panting, sweat trickling down his face. He raised his head and stared at Hisoka with trembling eyes, as if he couldn't believe the shocking distance between them.

Originally, he had intended to prepare a "surprise" for Hisoka! Now, it had become nothing more than a joke.

"You seem to want my arm," Hisoka looked at the embarrassed Kastro while he casually turned a card between his fingertips. He smiled. "No need for such trouble. Since you want it, I'll give it to you!"

As he spoke, Hisoka raised his right arm under Charles' confused look.

"I won't hide. Come and get it," Kastro's mind went blank. Hisoka was humiliating him!

"AAAH!"

In an instant, his expression was distorted with rage. Maximizing his Nen power, he clasped his hands together, unleashed his killing technique Tiger Bite Fist, and charged forward.

"He's really not dodging?" Charles' heart raced as he witnessed the power behind Kastro's attack.

Kastro was famous in the Heavenly Arena. He had used this technique in previous fights, the Tiger Bite Fist could reportedly shatter a tree that several people couldn't encircle with their arms. It was completely unstoppable! Kastro had won his previous arena victories with ease, and even then, he hadn't displayed the current level of ferocity.

Obviously, Kastro was going all out! If Hisoka didn't dodge, his arm would be torn off, he would be seriously injured at the very least!

BANG!

Kastro's hands, shaped like a tiger's mouth, bit down on Hisoka's arm but failed to cause the expected damage. A sphere of Nen hovered around Hisoka's arm, precisely covering the attacked area. When Kastro's hands penetrated Hisoka's aura, Hisoka's power was immediately drained, as if it had been stretched into a sticky, gelatinous substance.

Suddenly, he found it impossible to pull his hands out of the aura.

Before Charles could even process what was happening, Hisoka's other hand suddenly slammed an elbow into the air behind him.

With a sickening thud, Charles saw another Kastro appear behind Hisoka, apparently attempting a sneak attack only to be struck by Hisoka's elbow. This second Kastro doubled over, spitting saliva, his eyes bloodshot.

"Is this what you call a growth? A clone?" Hisoka looked at the Kastro in front of him with a bored expression and smiled strangely. "How boring. Although I didn't have high hopes for you, if you could provide some unexpected entertainment, I might have kept you around" "Now it seems that my judgment was correct. Your qualifications are too low."

Hearing Hisoka criticize him so bluntly, Kastro was consumed by anger.

With a roar, he raised his knee and rammed it into Hisoka's abdomen. He desperately tried to use his Nen to break through Hisoka's aura barrier, wishing at the same time for his injured clone to stand up and strike Hisoka from behind, buying time for his original body.

The air whistled around his fist as Hisoka seemed to be pushed back by the pincer attack. He let go of the aura around his arm and jumped away.

Kastro's hands regained their freedom.

There's still a chance!

Kastro forced himself to remain calm. After all, with his clone, he could fight two against one. Hisoka's evasion suggested that his Nen ability and attacks still put some pressure on his opponent.

But no sooner had this thought crossed his mind than he saw Hisoka, who should have jumped away, mysteriously return to him in the next second. As a playing card fell from Hisoka's hand, a red line appeared across Kastro's face, from the center of his eyebrows to his chin.

His face was cut in half!

With a dull thud, the two Kastros merged into one as his original body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Just like that, he died.

Kastro himself never saw it clearly, but Charles witnessed it all. The moment Hisoka moved away, the direction and inertia of his jump should have made it impossible for him to return to his original position. Yet his body seemed to be pulled back by an unseen force, like a stretched rubber band snapping back into place.

What frightened Charles even more was that Kastro was an enhancement user. Even if Hisoka could counter with his own Nen, common sense dictated that it should be impossible to confront an Enhancer so easily and take his life with just a playing card!

Even without time to react, Kastro's body should still have maintained its Nen defense.

Maybe a minute less? Charles' mouth went dry.

Master was right, the battle ended so quickly without any suspense.

At this point, Oboro pocketed his phone, looked up at Hisoka who was coming towards him and smiled. "Is it over already? Why don't you play a little longer?"

"It's boring," Hisoka curled his lips in disinterest.

"Then let's go" Oboro stood up slowly and led Charles to the entrance of the hall and opened the door.

Charles followed with stiff limbs, glancing nervously at Hisoka standing next to him and shivering involuntarily.

Hisoka seemed to notice his gaze and smiled back at him with a disconcerting friendliness.

"Charles was at a loss for words.

Soon, the huge martial arts arena contained nothing but a corpse lying in a pool of blood, slowly growing cold.

In Charles' eyes, a quasi-master-level martial artist had been killed so casually, like a fly that someone casually swatted, his death unknown to outsiders, causing not even the slightest ripple in the world He suddenly realized that he needed to understand the world of Nen users much better. Until now, the Sky Arena was all he knew about the Nen users.

He was like a frog in a well.

On their way back, with Hisoka present, Oboro asked Charles: "Tell me, why did he lose?"

"Well," Charles choked on his words.

"You didn't see anything, did you?"

My eyelids twitched. Am I really that stupid? No matter how normal I am, there should be a limit. "His Nen and Hisoka's seem a little different" After a long silence, Charles racked his brain and finally managed to articulate something, speaking haltingly.

"I've explained too much and it's too deep. With your brain, I doubt you can digest it. I'll just stick to the basics," Oboro sighed. "His purpose in attacking Hisoka was too simple and his intentions too transparent. When Nen users fight, one must know how to conceal and vary their moves. If the attack pattern is too predictable, once it's anticipated, it leads to certain defeat. Do you understand?"

"So that's it."

Charles felt a sudden clarity as he remembered how Hisoka had raised his arm, inviting Kastro to attack.

It made sense now that Hisoka had deduced his opponent's strategy from Kastro's previous attacks. A feint on the surface, followed by a clone's sneak attack on the arm No wonder, "And then there's his Nen ability. His clone is an Enhancement type, but the ability he developed tends to be Conjuration type. As a result, he couldn't maximize his true combat potential, essentially wasting his talent."

Oboro explained, "Your Nen ability isn't particularly well-developed either, it's more auxiliary in nature. The main point is that the two elements of faith and inspiration have specific mental and physical requirements. They fluctuate, to put it bluntly, they're unstable and have significant limitations."

"But you can't change that now, so we'll work with what you have."

"Another reason for his loss was Hisoka's psychological control. When Hisoka deliberately allowed the attack and then neutralized it, Kastro's mental state became chaotic. His Nen is affected by his willpower."

"Finally, there is timing. At the last moment, Hisoka released his aura to entangle Kastro's legs. After jumping away, he used the unique properties of his Nen to pull himself back with greater speed. He correctly judged that his opponent would momentarily change tactics and lose concentration, the perfect opportunity to end the fight."

"I see," Charles couldn't help but sigh. After his master's explanation, he felt as if the clouds had parted to reveal brilliant sunshine, bringing newfound understanding.

What Oboro was really telling his pupil was that Hisoka had won through complete superiority, overwhelming his opponent on every level.

Had Hisoka not wanted to waste time, the battle would have been even shorter.

"What you need to learn in the sky arena is to experience the different mental states when facing different opponents, psychological growth and stability, observation, analysis, reaction and so on." Oboro looked at his disciple's confused expression and suddenly felt tired.

Seeing Oboro's desperation, Hisoka felt a twinge of schadenfreude.

There is no other way. I can't abandon a pupil I have accepted, even if only nominally. I'm leaving soon anyway If he kept Charles at his side forever, Oboro felt that he might eventually expel him from the sect.

He understood now why Bisky and Wing preferred to select exceptional students. It wasn't just about prestige, it also saved them a lot of frustration.