HxH: I Will Be Supreme

"Incredible! It's just incredible! I see strange beings flooding into the arena... uh... they're like puppets or maybe an army?"

"Contestant Aisemilu is completely surrounded! He's fighting desperately."

"Where is contestant Oboro? We've lost sight of him!" The voice of the announcer echoed through the hall.

Blades flashed on the stage, arrows rained down, and miniature artillery shells repeatedly detonated, sending up clouds of dark smoke and debris.

The modest arena had been transformed into a miniature battlefield shrouded in smoke.

"Why can't I shake their pursuit?"

Aisemilu almost panicked, but forced himself to remain calm.

Fighting instinct and experience screamed that he had to locate Oboro immediately. If he could eliminate him, those crazy soldiers would disappear.

Otherwise, once his aura was depleted, he'd face disaster.

Even though the soldiers were individually weak, they still needed Aura to defend themselves... Especially the archers and the artillery. Their projectiles struck unerringly, no matter how he tried to dodge.

The artillery shells proved to be the most threatening, completely unavoidable. Each incoming barrage forced him to use maximum aura output.

Finally, Aisemilu saw hope.

The portal-sending soldiers had vanished!

"I changed my mind, you're dead!"

"You can't hide forever! I'll just eliminate these damned constructs first..."

As the dreadlocked fighter roared, the soldiers, no longer multiplying, fell one by one into phantom bubbles.

Oboro stood only a few feet behind him.

But Aisemilu remained oblivious, his focus completely consumed by the soldiers' attack.

Oboro's Hatsu, "The Game Archive of Endless Dreamers," contained a subtle but crucial rule!

Once initiated, the mechanics of the game became absolute.

Archery and artillery attacks followed the game's targets within range, and evasion became impossible.

The benefits of complex ability conditions!

Being unavoidable

...

"I'm going to kill you!"

Finally, Aisemilu snapped. Like a cornered beast, after dispatching the melee soldiers, he lunged at a group of archers, shredding several of them with precise blows.

But before he could recover, a cannonball tore through the air, striking his back and detonating.

Though he'd cleared much of the field, black smoke still obscured his vision.

The dreadlocked fighter's aura wavered, the impact knocking him to his knees.

His headphones scattered.

"RAAGH!"

Eyes bloodshot, Aisemilu roared upright, targeting the artillery units.

But as he moved to strike, his instincts screamed warning.

A shadow appeared through the smoke behind him...

Someone had approached undetected.

"Do you always get this angry when you play games?"

The mocking voice came from behind him.

He tried to turn and counter, but it was too late.

Oboro's finger sliced through the air with deadly precision.

It pierced Aisemilu's temple with surgical precision.

The dreadlocked warrior's eyes widened in fury, his body convulsing.

As Oboro withdrew his bloody finger, Aisemilu collapsed lifelessly.

The spectators were unable to follow the final exchange; both fighters' movements proved too swift.

Smoke and debris further obscured vision.

"I can't believe it! Oboro defeated Aisemilu in a stunning upset! Who would have thought that we would see such an outcome, Oboro, who was initially overwhelmed, has emerged victorious!"

"Could he be writing a new legend?" The announcer exclaimed.

As the smoke cleared, they saw Aisemilu lying in a crimson pool of blood, eyes vacant and lifeless...

"YEAHHHHH!"

The arena erupted.

At last, they had witnessed a truly spectacular battle. Though many had missed the technical nuances, the intensity had satisfied them.

More importantly, Oboro had prevailed.

His supporters celebrated wildly.

"We need the medical team! Quickly!"

"Someone call the hospital!"

Several staff members rushed to the stage to examine Aisemilu.

Heaven's Arena protocol required medical attention after a match.

Though clearly futile.

Any seasoned observer knew that the dreadlocked fighter was gone.

Oboro didn't acknowledge the crowd, holding his injured arm like a battle-worn veteran.

"Aisemilu has fallen!"

"He was Floor Master challenger material..."

"I've never seen anything like Oboro's ability, it's like he commands an entire army!"

"He's terrifying! If you weren't absolutely sure, you'd be facing death if you challenged him! His victory over Aisemilu proves that he could potentially challenge the Floor Masters from floors 230 to 251!"

The Nen users watching fell silent.

Testing and bullying newcomers was standard practice above the 200th floor.

They'd expected easy victories.

Instead of a lamb, they'd discovered a tiger.

Those who'd planned to challenge Oboro now trembled with relief at their hesitation.

"You knew something, didn't you, woman?"

A fighter from the 200th floor approached Jinsha.

She huddled trembling in her seat.

Too scared to watch...

After losing to Oboro, Jinsha had tried to flee, desperate to escape Heaven's Arena and that dangerous man.

But the others had noticed her and forcibly stopped her.

"You will answer me, what do you know!" The bandaged fighter brutally grabbed her hair, his cold eyes demanding answers.

Jinsha couldn't resist and whimpered in pain.

"I... I..."

Tears fell as she spoke.

...

"You've served your purpose in death, forcing him to reveal his ability, I warned you not to underestimate your opponent, so you've brought this upon yourself." In a corridor, a man in military uniform named Zalong watched the staff remove his friend's body, muttering softly.

He and Aisemilu hadn't been close. They'd met in Heaven's Arena, and similar personalities had drawn them together.

He felt only mild regret for the dreadlocked fighter's death.

Most Nen users now planned to avoid Oboro.

But as a soldier, Zalong saw potential practice before challenging the Floor Masters.

"It is an excellent ability, perfect for confusion and attrition, though the constructs lack individual power! They're good against similar level opponents. Against superior opponents, numbers mean nothing."

"Only the guaranteed hits from archers and artillery warrant caution His combat thinking and reactions start out slow Though he'll improve in the middle of a fight, it reveals his inexperience. The best counter is not to give him time to adapt, but to use overwhelming force immediately."

Zalong closed his eyes and replayed the entire match.

When he opened them, he gave his analysis.

Then he left.

...

Meanwhile, Oboro reviewed the fight in his room.

"His attacks, defenses, evasions, the rhythm was constantly shifting His Nen technique mastery matches mine, but his timing was perfect, always finding openings, making me helpless, It's not precognition, but battle reading, he predicts my attack patterns and intentions".

"I'm too rigid in my fighting style, once I've analyzed the targets 'data', the execution becomes easy, true masters excel at adapting, surprising opponents, breaking patterns".

"I need more martial arts training. There are no shortcuts to combat experience, I need to grow gradually. But different techniques will enrich my combat options, they're invaluable."

Oboro lay back and stared at the ceiling, sighing.

His back ached, his arm was bleeding, he felt mentally drained.

Fighting strong opponents demanded immense resources... It tested not only Nen, but also his spirit.

The injuries bothered him little, he understood his ability to recover. Even untreated, he'd heal within months.

But time was pressing. Treatment would speed recovery.

The next match was approaching.

"Heh, I've gained considerable experience. As I expected, there are some real threats among the chaff in Heaven's Arena, but at my current level, I can't dominate everyone."

Rising, Oboro left his room. Time for medical attention.