Before the battle began, Biscuit confirmed through conversation that Moro had also identified Orain's weakness.
Still, she hadn't expected Moro to strike so ruthlessly and directly at Orain's vital point.
This wasn't just a tactical victory—it was absolute dominance, beyond mere skill or ability.
With that alone, Moro cleanly crushed an opponent whose raw power was superior to his own.
Sure, having intel helped—but knowing how to use it was a different matter entirely.
Truly impressive.
Biscuit's bright eyes reflected the image of Moro walking straight toward the exit tunnel.
She watched the referee declare Moro the winner and then scramble off the ring to stop him from leaving—only to fail—making her smile quietly.
This guy really didn't care about fame or glory. He wasn't moved by adoring fans or the spotlight.
He'd reacted the same after every win—and even now, after winning the Grand Championship of the Battle Olympics, he remained unchanged.
Beside Biscuit—
Yamen, Callista, and Menchi stood in a daze, staring at Moro's departing figure.
Each of them had been defeated by him. They knew how strong he was.
But only after watching this match with Orain did they truly understand...
What made Moro truly terrifying.
Inside the arena—
The crowd roared Moro's name. Many screamed until their faces turned red with excitement.
They were all waiting for his victory speech.
But Moro had no intention of staying. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he kept walking down the athlete's tunnel, step by step.
The commentators had to scramble to maintain control of the broadcast. Internally, though, the lead announcer was cursing Moro nonstop.
She swore that as long as she worked in Heavens Arena, she'd never commentate one of Moro's matches again.
The arena's floor masters, who had climbed to the 200th floor through blood and sweat and now risked everything to fight for Heavens Arena's highest glory, all looked at Moro's back with complex emotions.
What they had fought so hard for…
In the eyes of this young man named Moro, didn't even seem worth a moment's pause.
In the VIP seats—
Celebrities and elites from all walks of life were stunned as they watched Moro approach the entrance of the athlete tunnel.
The stage of fame and fortune—usually irresistible—
They, as its beneficiaries, knew full well how alluring it was.
Yet here, in the heart of the fame-hungry Heavens Arena, stood a complete outlier like Moro.
"Heh heh."
Netero stroked his beard, a slight smile curling his lips.
This little guy was too interesting.
Netero watched the sweaty referee's frantic attempts to catch up to Moro with amusement.
Of all the younger generation he'd come across lately, the one who stood out the most was this recently discovered Moro.
Shame the Hunter Exam had already passed. Otherwise, even if he had to force it, he'd make Biscuit push Moro into taking it just to earn a license.
Besides, recent exams had been disappointing—no qualified candidates at all.
If a real talent like this took part, it might just bring back some dignity to the test.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Netero's sharp gaze shifted to the ravaged ring—now empty.
Orain's body had been removed immediately by the medical team.
But then—out of nowhere—a wisp of black flame-like Nen appeared on the stage, rapidly growing before everyone's eyes.
"Posthumous Nen."
Netero's eyes narrowed sharply.
He wasn't unfamiliar with Mind Illusion Style.
And it was true—this kind of twisted path was more likely to leave behind Posthumous Nen.
In Netero's view, Mind Illusion Style was an aberration.
He had hoped that with Orain's death, it would vanish altogether.
But now—
Even in death, Orain still stirred up trouble.
"Such strong obsession."
Watching the rapidly growing Posthumous Nen, Netero stood slowly, frowning.
His sudden movement drew the attention of many around him.
Elsewhere in the audience—
Other Nen users, including Biscuit, also saw the Posthumous Nen materializing on the stage.
"Quite rare."
Some were shocked by the sight.
Biscuit, like Netero, was initially surprised—but then remembered the nature of Mind Illusion Style, and it made more sense.
What mattered most now was how powerful Orain's Posthumous Nen was.
And whether Moro could handle it.
"What is that…!?"
Callista gasped in shock.
She hadn't even studied Nen for half a year, so she had no idea what Posthumous Nen was.
But the dark, twisted energy radiating from that black aura gave her a deeply ominous, evil feeling.
"Nen doesn't vanish when someone dies. Sometimes, it gets even stronger after death!"
Yamen stared seriously at the growing presence, saying grimly:
"I've seen it once before—Posthumous Nen left behind by someone killed will usually seek out their killer. And this one… its strength is deeply unsettling."
"Then Master..."
Callista shot to her feet.
Just then, the Posthumous Nen on the stage surged like a meteor, flying straight into the athlete's tunnel.
At that moment—
Moro was walking briskly inside, thinking he'd visit Kastro in the hospital.
He had already confirmed Orain's death via the upgrade on his life ring.
[Lv.46 → Lv.48]
Orain had been strong. With leveling becoming harder and harder, jumping two levels meant a lot.
Suddenly—
Moro stopped. He sensed something. Turning, he looked back toward the long, wide corridor.
A powerful, evil Posthumous Nen flew at him through the air, stopping nearby and then swiftly materializing—taking the form of Orain.
"Hahahaha...!"
Orain landed steadily, laughing maniacally:
"Moro, I should thank you! Thanks to you, I've finally shed the weak, useless shell of humanity. Now, I'm limitless! Hahaha..."
As he laughed, he looked down at the churning black flames in his hand, his tone touched with awe:
"Who would've thought... 'Death' was the true essence of Mind Illusion Style. Moro, to thank you for that enlightenment, I'll make your death the most painful ever!"
"..."
Moro stared, slightly surprised, at the Orain wrapped in seething black aura.
"Heh... haha."
He paused—then chuckled aloud.
Orain's killing intent halted for a second, eyes narrowing:
"Laugh while you can. I guarantee you won't be laughing soon."
"So it's the violent personality that stayed behind, huh? I wondered when Biscuit first told me about 'Mind Illusion Style' if something like this could happen... how interesting. Truly fascinating."
Moro ignored Orain's threats, slowly reining in his laughter. His eyes remained calm as he said:
"I can only say... the one who created Mind Illusion Style was both a madman and a genius. But it's you, not the rational side, who stuck around. That's perfect."
"..."
Orain frowned.
What kind of reaction was that?
Shouldn't he be afraid of this immense aura?
"Confused?"
Moro suddenly appeared right in front of Orain, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
An enormous force began to pull.
Orain snapped his gaze to Moro, a look of shock on his face.
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