The Multiverse Hunter

The massive arena continued to fill with curious spectators, eager to witness Ali's first official duel on the Second Level.

For some, it was simple entertainment-a new challenger from the Slum, someone who had achieved impossible grades, now stepping onto the biggest stage.

For others, it was strategy-they wanted to analyse his abilities, understand what kind of powers he possessed, and prepare for the inevitable future confrontations.

Minutes passed, yet Ali remained completely still, his hands tucked into his pockets, his cold black eyes scanning the arena.

Then, finally-

Unseen Punch entered the battlefield.

The middle-aged, green-haired martial artist walked forward bare-chested, his muscular torso exposed, his black wraps glowing faintly with green engravings.

He carried no weapons, yet his posture exuded confidence.

Up in the stands, Jacob leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on the railing.

"What rank is he?" he asked without looking away.

His girlfriend, Siline, checked the interface briefly before answering.

"He's unranked. Not even in the top 10,000."

Jacob frowned. "So either he's weak... or he's never fought in the arena

before."

The Arena Rankings only displayed the top 10,000 fighters on the Second Level.

Anyone who wasn't ranked was either inexperienced or not worth remembering.

Either way, it meant one thing-

Ali was wasting his time.

On the battlefield—

Ali watched silently as Unseen Punch continued his approach, the distance between them shrinking until there were only twenty meters separating them.

The tension thickened.

Then, suddenly—

"ALI VERSUS UNSEEN PUNCH!"

Toto's voice boomed across the arena, igniting a wave of excitement among the spectators.

"Are you ready?!"

The crowd roared in anticipation.

Then—

"FIGHT!"

BOOM!

Unseen Punch exploded forward, his fists engulfed in a fierce green aura, his body moving with determination and aggression.

Ali remained motionless.

He simply stood there, hands still in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

'He's slow.', Ali's black eyes calmly tracked every movement-the way Unseen Punch planted his feet, the way his muscles tensed, the predictability of his approach.

Meanwhile, inside Unseen Punch's mind, a relentless mantra played over and over -

'Close the distance.'

'He's a Force User. I win in close combat.'

'Kill him. Kill him. Remember your training.'

His wraps pulsated, the green energy intensifying, twisting into two ethereal wolf heads, which hovered around his fists like spectral guardians.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He roared, launching himself forward.

The wolves' mouths opened wide, their sharp, glowing teeth flashing as they aimed for Ali's throat and heart.

The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting for Ali to finally react.

Yet-

Ali remained still.

Not a single step taken.

Not a single flinch.

Then—

THUD.

A loud impact echoed across the arena.

Unseen Punch's body suddenly collapsed face-first into the sand.

His vision blurred, his breath knocked from his lungs, his mind spiralling into confusion.

"W-What..?"

His mouth was full of sand.

His arms were crushed against the ground, held in place by an invisible, overwhelming force.

The wolves above his fists snarled, their glowing eyes flaring, desperately struggling against something unseen.

But no matter how much they fought, their master didn't move an inch.

The crowd fell into stunned silence.

The duel had barely begun-

And yet, Unseen Punch was already on the ground.

He struggled to lift himself, but his entire body refused to obey.

His muscles burned, his bones groaned, his wrists felt like they were being crushed by an invisible vice.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Desperation overtook him, and the runes on his wraps flared violently, the wolves materialising once more, their bodies pulsing with renewed energy.

Above them—

Ali tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze locked onto the ethereal beasts.

Their jaws snapped at him, their eyes burning with feral aggression, but—

They were powerless.

Ali exhaled softly.

Then, finally-

He moved.

A single hand slipped out of his pocket.

And in an instant—

A black Desert Eagle materialised in his grip.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed across the arena, and the bullet flew straight for Unseen Punch's skull.

But—

At the last second, the wolves fused with his body, forming a thin green barrier around him.

BANG!

BANG!

Another shot.

The barrier cracked.

BANG!

The barrier shattered.

Unseen Punch was completely exposed now, his arms covered in gruesome wounds, his bones visible through torn flesh.

And yet—

He still couldn't move.

He had thrown everything into his enchanted wraps, desperately siphoning every ounce of power left.

But it wasn't enough.

Ali lowered the gun slightly, tilting his head.

Then—

Without a word, he pulled the trigger one last time.

BANG!

SPLASH.

Unseen Punch's head exploded.

A spray of blood and bone splattered onto the sand beneath Ali's feet, the last flickers of green energy vanishing into the air.

The wraps around Unseen Punch's hands dulled, all power leaving them.

The arena remained silent.

There were no cheers.

No one shouting Ali's name.

Only stunned silence.

"Winner: Player Ali"

Unseen Punch's corpse flickered, vanishing in a red light, signalling his permanent death.

Ali ignored the alerts on his interface, his gaze calmly shifting toward the massive screen above.

Then—

His voice boomed through the arena, amplified by the screen.

"Rabbit... can you hear me?"

The crowd froze.

"How can I help you, Player Ali?" Toto's voice replied instantly.

Ali's expression remained neutral.

"Can I challenge multiple players to a Death Duel?"

A collective murmur swept through the stadium.

"Absolutely," Toto confirmed.

Jacob, in the stands, immediately turned toward a specific section of the arena.

Ali's eyes followed suit.

The Martial Arts Guild members.

All six of them.

The camera shifted, and suddenly—

The entire crowd saw their pale faces on the massive screen.

The tension skyrocketed.

"Is he insane?!" one of the Lightning Guild players exclaimed.

"A newcomer challenging a team of six... one of them is even ranked!"

The Martial Artists stared at their interfaces, the challenge alert blinking aggressively.

"Player Ali has challenged you to a Death Duel."

Yet-

None of them moved.

Even Lava Fist, the strongest among them, hesitated.

Then—

A deep voice shattered the silence.

"GET DOWN THERE."

The six of them snapped their heads back, their faces draining of colour.

A small, five-foot-tall Asian man stood behind them, his arms folded, his golden aura radiating authority.

His sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, his martial arts robe glowing faintly.

The moment they saw him—

They immediately bowed.

"SENSEI!"

His voice remained calm, yet commanding.

"You heard me."

His gaze pierced through them.

"Accept his challenge and fight."

A moment of hesitation.

Then—

"You are members of the Martial Arts Guild."

His golden eyes burned.

"No coward is one of us."

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