Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 422
Added 2024-06-19 23:47:46 +0000 UTCChapter 422 - Observing in Secret
Killua spent a week barely reaching the fiftieth floor. Whenever he lost a match, it was usually after a few rounds of sparring where he felt his chances of winning were low, so he would surrender outright.
The needle embedded in Killua's head was slowly changing him, making him surrender decisively when facing formidable opponents with low chances of victory, avoiding unnecessary risks.
Therefore, with this mindset, it would likely take Killua a long time to reach the 190th floor.
Luo watched every match, observing that Killua was improving rapidly but had too few cards to play. The only useful technique he had was Limb Curve, which served as a distraction.
Luo, having seen Killua use Limb Curve many times, thought it was quite good. If mastered, it could form a hard-to-defend offensive with "Instant Movement."
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
Luo cooked a large plate of fried rice with lots of meat for Killua and watched him eat happily.
Luo had taken Killua to nearby high-end restaurants, but in the end, Killua still preferred Luo's cooking.
In Killua's eyes, even a simple plate of fried rice tasted better than the signature dishes of high-end restaurants.
"Eat slowly."
Seeing Killua gobbling down his food, Luo pushed a glass of orange juice towards him and reminded him to slow down.
"Mmm."
Killua responded with his mouth full, but his eating speed didn't slow down.
Seeing this, Luo shook his head with a smile.
Silva had asked Luo not to provide any substantial help to Killua, but Luo felt that letting Killua eat and live well didn't matter much. However, he didn't interfere with Killua's training in the Heavens Arena.
Soon, Killua finished the large plate of fried rice, rubbing his satisfied stomach. He looked at Luo with starry eyes, full of expectation, and pleaded, "Luo, can you stay and accompany me until I reach the 190th floor?"
"That's not possible. I'm very busy," Luo refused without hesitation.
Not to mention how long it would take Killua to reach the 190th floor, Luo had never intended to stay in the Heavens Arena with Killua from the beginning.
He had many unresolved matters at hand, the foremost being the LuoLing Museum, which needed to resolve potential issues quickly and develop its website.
It didn't matter if it took years because the LuoLing Museum's prospects were undoubtedly worth billions.
Apart from the LuoLing Museum, another issue was the information about the Kurta Clan, which he had been collecting intelligence on for half a year but had found nothing so far.
Seeing Luo's firm attitude, Killua realized his request was entirely hopeless, and his face immediately showed disappointment.
"When are you leaving?" Killua asked, unable to hide his disappointment.
"After tomorrow's match, I'll stay for two or three more days," Luo replied.
"So soon!" Killua frowned.
Luo nodded. He had originally planned to leave the day after tomorrow, but unexpectedly, someone who had achieved ten wins applied to challenge him. It had been three years since his last match.
Thinking about not being able to eat delicious food after Luo left, Killua felt troubled, but there was nothing he could do.
At 2 p.m. the next day, the Heavens Arena welcomed another grand event.
A Floor Master Challenge was not a frequent occurrence, and the challenged Floor Master was Luo.
An hour before the match, the venue was already packed.
Killua occupied a front-row seat, fascinated by the bustling audience for the first time.
He knew Luo's reputation in the Heavens Arena was significant, but he realized he had underestimated it when this match was held.
Not to mention the packed venue, the corridors outside, and every television broadcasting the live match on the lower floors were crowded with spectators.
Just sitting there, he could hear people around him talking about Luo, mainly about his performances in previous matches, where he easily knocked out his opponents. Some even believed that if Luo participated in the Martial Arts Olympics, winning the championship would be a sure thing.
"Luo is amazing, his cooking is delicious, he's knowledgeable, and even my big brother avoids him." Killua swung his legs on the chair, thinking about Luo leaving in a few days, feeling discouraged.
An hour later, as the passionate announcer introduced the match, the two contestants appeared simultaneously.
One was Floor Master Luo, and the other was Tuhu, a burly middle-aged man with exceptionally prominent knuckles like iron spikes.
Perhaps due to youthful audacity, Tuhu remained calm when facing Luo, who hadn't been challenged in years. His gaze towards Luo was even provocative.
The referee positioned the contestants, and after the announcer's introduction, signaled the start of the match.
As the fight began, Tuhu let out a furious roar, opening all his Aura Nodes to release his aura.
"Meaningless action."
Luo commented coldly, moving in a short-interval zigzag pattern, seemingly slow but leaving a series of afterimages.
In the audience, Killua was amazed to see Luo using Limb Curve.
Limb Curve was a technique only the Zoldyck family had the right to learn. How did Luo know it?
Could it be... he learned it by watching Killua use it?
Thinking of this possibility, Killua's heart surged with waves.
On the stage, seeing Luo's movement create at least three afterimages, Tuhu remained calm.
"Not fast, just three afterimages. I'll include them all in my attack range." Tuhu retracted his aura, forming "Ken" around himself, keeping a close eye on Luo while making his decision.
Suddenly, Luo's movement changed. One of the four moving figures disappeared, leaving three afterimages still moving.
The remaining afterimages delayed Tuhu's thoughts. The next moment, as he reacted, his consciousness was struck like a giant stone, shaking violently and then swallowed by endless darkness.
Luo appeared behind Tuhu, maintaining a raised-hand stance.
With a single, well-distributed Nen-infused chop, Luo easily knocked out Tuhu, who was using "Ken."
"Again!"
The announcer inadvertently voiced his thoughts, a serious mistake that went unnoticed and instead resonated with the audience.
The referee paused, then quickly announced the result, declaring Luo the winner by knockout.
The announcer, realizing his slip, hurriedly recovered, continuously congratulating Luo, though feeling helpless inside.
In a corner of the crowded audience, Saiyu sat, picking his ear with his pinky finger.
"Pathetic, trash."
He mentally scorned the defeated Tuhu, having intended to witness Luo's strength firsthand but was disappointed by the swift match.
"Trash" was Saiyu's catchphrase, applicable to anyone.
Seeing the fight over, Saiyu stood and headed for the exit.
He had arrived at the Heavens Arena two days ago, not approaching Luo directly but observing in secret. He happened to catch this match and came to watch.
"Since there are 'conditions' to exploit, I might as well change my approach, trash."
Saiyu thought coldly, referring to the silver-haired kid following Luo.
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