Ability x Conclusion

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No, it wasn't that his hands had stopped on their own—it was as if they had been forcibly halted.

Bam!

Irumi's head was struck again by Foksi's side kick, but this time, he wasn't caught off guard.

Just before Foksi's foot could land its full force, Irumi tilted his head to the left, deliberately leaning into the attack. By doing so, the timing of the kick's maximum impact was thrown off, reducing the damage he sustained.

"What!?"

"You took one of my side kicks and are still standing!?"

Foksi frowned in irritation as he watched Irumi remain steady despite the powerful blow.

Whoosh!

Seizing the moment of Foksi's surprise, Irumi tapped his feet against the ground and swiftly retreated to the edge of the stage.

"That feeling just now… it was like being bound by ropes."

From the edge of the arena, Irumi stared at Foksi, channeling his aura into his eyes.

"So it really is Nen."

Through his enhanced vision, Irumi could see Foksi's right hand gripping a black chain, with the other end of the chain wrapped tightly around Irumi's own hands.

"You figured it out this quickly, huh?"

Foksi smirked, brushing back his punk hairstyle with his free hand.

"Even though you're young and already know how to use Nen…"

"But I'm guessing you haven't awakened your own Nen ability yet, have you?"

"It's over, kid!"

Foksi's expression darkened as he tightened his grip on the chain, advancing step by step toward Irumi.

"The moment you dared to kill my men, this outcome was already sealed."

Irumi's expression remained solemn. Indeed, when it came to mastering Nen, Foksi's progress far surpassed his own.

"Heh, how shallow."

Irumi straightened his posture, stretching his arms as a faint smile spread across his face.

"Let me ask you something—how far along are you in your Nen training?"

To Foksi's astonishment, Irumi had turned the tables, questioning him instead. With a flick of his wrist, the chains binding him rattled loudly.

"Tell me, you're not really an Emission-type user, are you?"

Foksi's face twisted at Irumi's words. "He hit the nail on the head," he thought bitterly.

"People who specialize in Emission are all insane."

"But you? You're clearly sane."

"That's why your ability is so simplistic—it only restricts movement and has no other functions."

Irumi tugged lightly on the chain in Foksi's hand, smirking.

"You're actually a Reinforcement-type user, aren't you?"

"Didn't your teacher ever teach you about the six categories of Nen abilities?"

Foksi's face grew darker. He didn't have a teacher. His Nen ability had awakened accidentally five years ago during a drug deal gone wrong. The gang members involved—all except him—had been killed. He had survived purely by luck, having passed out before the massacre began. That incident had triggered the awakening of his Nen.

"Judging by your reaction, I take it you awakened through baptism, didn't you?"

Irumi's words caused Foksi's pupils to contract momentarily, as if recalling some terrifying memory.

"Never mind. I don't plan on becoming anyone's mentor."

Irumi smiled faintly. As he suspected, Foksi's accidental awakening had led to the development of such a rudimentary ability.

"Training in Nen must have been tough for you, huh?"

Suddenly closing his eyes, Irumi chuckled softly.

"Let me show you what properly trained aura looks like."

To Foksi's horror, Irumi's tightly shut eyes snapped open, and an explosive surge of aura erupted from his body like a missile.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed as an overwhelming amount of aura burst forth from Irumi.

Golden light radiated from his body, causing his clothes to flutter without wind. His short black hair stood on end due to the intense flow of energy.

In Foksi's disbelief, the chains binding Irumi's arms shattered with a loud clatter.

"W-What's going on!?"

"Where did this sudden gust come from!?"

The referee shielded his face with his arm, unable to withstand the fierce wind that swept across the arena.

"Wow~ What's happening here!?"

"The stage seems to have been hit by a random gale, making it impossible for the referee to judge the match!"

In the commentary booth, the announcer stood up excitedly, her voice filled with curiosity and awe.

"Damn, did the Sky Arena's air conditioning system turn on?"

"No way the AC would cause winds this strong. Did a vent break or something?"

In the audience, even those seated in the front rows felt the impact of Irumi's overwhelming presence. The fierce wind stung their faces, forcing them to squint.

"H-How is this possible!?"

Foksi's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that a mere teenager possessed such a terrifying amount of aura.

"I'm a genius."

Irumi's aura gradually settled, returning to its usual state—except now, the aura he emitted was three times denser than before.

"And you? You're nothing more than an ordinary person who got lucky enough to awaken Nen without proper training or guidance."

"But your luck ends here."

With a single step forward, Irumi cracked the tiles beneath his feet. Dust swirled violently as the immense pressure of his aura dispersed everything around him.

"With your meager aura and simplistic, fragile Nen ability…"

Boom!

The platform beneath Irumi's feet shattered as he instantly closed the distance between himself and Foksi.

"Your lucky life ends here!"

Foksi's eyes widened as he raised his right hand to form a fist.

Irumi's lips curled into a grin as he unleashed a devastating punch toward Foksi's unclenched hand.

Bam!

Foksi's hand was sent flying backward, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bones breaking. His index, middle, and ring fingers snapped cleanly.

"Don't lose focus."

While Foksi was distracted by the pain in his broken fingers, Irumi delivered another crushing blow, his fist enveloped in dense aura smashing into Foksi's nose.

Splat!

Blood sprayed everywhere as Foksi's nasal bridge crunched under the impact. His eyes glazed over—he was dazed.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Before Foksi's mind could process what was happening, Irumi unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, targeting vital points across his body.

Bam!

One punch slammed into Foksi's neck, producing a sharp crack as his vertebrae shifted. Before he could react, another blow dislocated his jaw.

Next came strikes to his heart, solar plexus, liver, and pancreas.

As his consciousness faded, fragments of Foksi's memories flashed through his mind—childhood, school days, high school graduation, joining the gang. Like a slideshow, each image flickered past until darkness consumed his vision.

His brain shut down completely.