Invincible Larry

The once confident and arrogant Floor Masters were now struggling with fear. Just when it seemed like Larry's overwhelming performance had scared off his challengers, one person stepped forward. She wasn't afraid. She was ready to fight.

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's battle!" The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium, igniting the crowd's energy. "First up, the reigning champion of the 237th floor—the one and only, Tennis Queen Sally!"

A tall, athletic figure stepped out of the passageway, greeted by thunderous applause. Sally wore a sleek, specially designed tennis uniform, tailored for maximum mobility. In her hand, she held a high-quality tennis racket, its grip wrapped in a custom material that allowed for an impeccable hold. She exuded a heroic presence, her movements smooth and graceful.

Sally wasn't just a powerful fighter—she was popular. Unlike Shaq, who had relied on brutality and intimidation, Sally had won over a massive fanbase through a combination of strength, skill, and elegance. She was strong, She was beautiful, And most importantly—her battles were easy for the audience to understand.

Unlike other Floor Masters who used bizarre or esoteric Nen abilities, Sally's fighting style had a sport-like clarity to it. It was dynamic yet structured, making it appealing to both casual viewers and die-hard fight fans alike.

Among all the Floor Masters, she was one of the few who fought purely for martial arts and competition rather than for fame or wealth. Of course, that was only relative. Compared to those who constantly did interviews, held press conferences, or monetized their status, Sally was far more focused on the fight itself. Because of that, her fanbase was massive, her presence in the Sky Arena unshakable.

The commentator, riding the energy of the moment, turned to the other side of the stage and raised their voice excitedly— "And now, we welcome the shining new star of the Sky Arena! The fighter who shocked the world with his first match!Introducing the Invincible Larry!"

That's right. Larry had been given a title. In the Sky Arena, every fighter who stood out would eventually earn a nickname. Some were strong, iconic titles—like "Shark" or "Tennis Queen." Others were laughably bad, like "Throat Slit" or "Hook Hand." 

When Larry had instantly destroyed Shaq, the fans didn't know what to call him at first. But then, a single word spread among the audience— Invincible. No newcomer had ever done what Larry had done. He had stormed into the Sky Arena, crushed a Floor Master in seconds, and changed the landscape of the arena forever. He was undeniably Invincible. Thus, the title was born—"Invincible Larry."

As he stepped out onto the battlefield, the arena erupted. The crowd's cheers were deafening, the sheer volume of his name being chanted overwhelming even the energy that had accompanied Sally's entrance. Larry could feel the excitement in the air. It was almost surreal—he had only been in Sky Arena for a short time, and yet, his presence had already become a phenomenon.

People loved this kind of "dark horse" story.

A complete unknown entering the scene and instantly shaking things up? That was the kind of plot twist people lived for. Larry scratched the back of his head, feeling a little awkward as he listened to the audience shout his name. 

"Invincible Larry!"

"Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!"

His expression twitched slightly. This… was kind of embarrassing. With a black line forming on his forehead, Larry shook off the awkwardness, straightened his posture, and walked onto the stage. 'Might as well get used to it.'

After all, in the world of powerful fighters, nicknames and titles were everywhere. Compared to names like "Shichibukai" or "Four Emperors," his title wasn't so bad. Putting aside his thoughts, Larry turned his attention to his opponent.

Sally stood on the other side of the ring, her expression cool and composed. Her pale golden eyes reflected no emotion—just quiet confidence. She seemed relaxed, but Larry noticed the small details. Her grip on the tennis racket was firm and controlled, always ready for immediate action. Her Aura flowed smoothly, but beneath that calm surface, he could sense a deep reservoir of explosive power. She wasn't someone who would make reckless moves. She was calculated. Disciplined. A fighter who knew exactly what she was doing.

This match was going to be very different from the last one.

***

Name: Sally

Strength: B+

Nen Type: Materialization

Abilities: Diverse Tennis – Sally can materialize and control four distinct types of tennis balls, each with unique effects. The Red Ball causes burns upon impact, the Yellow Ball induces paralysis on contact, and the Blue Ball inflicts frostbite on the target. The most troublesome of them all is the Shadow Ball. It can attach itself to any of the other tennis balls, remaining hidden even from Gyo. Upon impact, it causes a brief moment of full-body stiffness, though strong Nen users can resist or weaken the effect. It phases through solid objects, making it incredibly difficult to block, and can alter its trajectory when colliding with its attached tennis ball, creating unpredictable attacks.

***

Larry found her ability quite interesting. Her first three balls were fairly straightforward, but the Shadow Ball was a real problem—it was subtle, hard to detect, and had a surprise element that made it difficult to guard against.

Now it all made sense. Her tennis uniform and racket weren't just for show. They were an integral part of her combat style, working in perfect sync with her Nen ability. Sally must have loved tennis to develop such a highly specialized ability. If she didn't have a deep passion for the sport, there was no way she would have gone this far with it. Her B+ strength level was also a clear step above Shaq. While Larry was analyzing Sally's ability, something familiar was happening in the audience.

Once again, Machi placed a huge bet on Larry winning. However, after witnessing his last fight, the odds had changed drastically. He was still the favorite, but the massive payoff from his previous match wouldn't be happening this time.

Meanwhile, Biscuit sat calmly in the stands, preparing to score Sally's performance just as she had done for Shaq. So far, Sally had already outperformed Shaq before the fight had even begun.

With both fighters now standing in position, the referee raised his hand and announced the match. "BEGIN!"

However, much to the audience's surprise Neither of them moved. Larry stood with his arms crossed, watching Sally with curiosity. He wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to see how her ability worked.

Sally, on the other hand, remained completely still, her expression unreadable. However, Larry noticed something. The muscles in her back subtly tensed. Her right hand adjusted its grip on the tennis racket, prepared for action. 

Then, without warning— She swung her racket through the air. A sharp crack rang out, the sound slicing through the silence. At first glance, it looked like she had swung at nothing.

The audience was confused. But before anyone could question what was happening— A red tennis ball materialized mid-swing and launched forward at high speed. It blazed through the air, heading straight for Larry.