Regarding the ability of "Stellar Convergence", Biscuit certainly wouldn't reveal anything to Yamen.
But calling it "being secretly taught" wasn't entirely wrong either.
Yamen believed it, but he couldn't help questioning reality.
He wondered—was this really something a "human" could achieve?
Biscuit glanced at Yamen's stunned expression, thought about explaining, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth the effort. She turned and headed toward the spectator tunnel.
Moro's finishing blow just now, the palm strike that landed on Brad, had already determined the match's outcome.
There was no need to wait for an official announcement.
Yamen saw his master leaving, hesitated for a moment, then quickly glanced at Moro on the arena before hurrying to catch up with Biscuit.
At this moment—
The referee walked over to Brad.
As the dust settled, he looked over and saw Brad lying unconscious among the shattered debris, his eyes rolled back.
"KO! Moro wins!"
Seeing that Brad had lost consciousness, the referee ran back onto the ring and raised his right hand to declare the result.
"What?! Brad was KO'd in a single hit! I can't believe this is a match between two Floor Masters! Let's congratulate Moro on securing his first victory in the Fighting Olympics!"
The commentator's voice, filled with astonishment, echoed through the speakers across the arena.
The crowd went wild, shouting Moro's name at the top of their lungs.
For them, it didn't matter whether a fight was a bloody, brutal battle or a one-hit KO—both were thrilling spectacles.
And if Moro's victory meant winning them money, then all the better.
That was the real reason for their excitement.
Moro ignored the deafening cheers, walking straight into the competitor's tunnel.
The Shingen-ryu martial arts training, when applied against opponents who only relied on Nen abilities, was practically a one-sided massacre.
Brad was the perfect example—he focused entirely on Nen and neglected physical conditioning and combat techniques.
That was a mistake.
Moro now had proof that his approach was correct.
Before returning to Heaven's Arena, Moro had been just like Brad—placing all his bets on mastering Nen abilities.
But now, following his new training plan, he was stepping into an entirely different path.
"But it's not enough."
Walking through the tunnel, Moro murmured to himself.
Improving his physical condition and refining his martial techniques—this was just the starting line.
Compared to people like Chrollo and Hisoka, he was still three-quarters of the way behind.
And against someone like Illumi, who grew up under the brutal training of the Zoldyck family, the gap was even wider.
His fight just now gave Moro a clearer understanding of not only Biscuit's strength, but also of fighters like Chrollo, Hisoka, and Illumi.
These three represented the ultimate balance of power.
Especially Chrollo.
With an ability as overpowered as "Skill Hunter", most people would double down on exploiting it like a mage—prioritizing combos and Nen synergies.
But Chrollo didn't do that.
Instead, he dedicated just as much time and effort into developing martial skills and physical conditioning.
The proof?
His battle against Zeno Zoldyck.
It showed that Chrollo had always understood exactly what path to take—and his example influenced his comrades.
Members of the Phantom Troupe, like Phinks and Feitan, followed the same philosophy.
They didn't just rely on Nen—they built their fighting styles around speed, strength, and technique.
Now, Moro was walking the same path—one that had already been proven effective by the Shingen-ryu martial arts.
He didn't care how far Chrollo, Phinks, or others had progressed along this path.
His immediate priority—closing the gap with Feitan.
"Kastro should be able to win his match."
Leaving the tunnel, Moro didn't stay to watch Kastro's fight.
Instead, he returned to his private room to resume training.
After nearly two months of intensive training, combining custom-made weighted gear with expensive nutrient-rich meals, his musculature had visibly transformed.
Until the Fighting Olympics concluded, he planned to maintain his current training pace.
Until the very last day of his "three-month plan."
A few hours later.
Drenched in sweat from intense strength training, Moro looked as if he had been pulled straight from a river.
Before heading to the shower, he closed all his Nen nodes, entering Zetsu to speed up his recovery.
After a quick rinse, he checked his phone and saw a message from Callista.
Kastro had also won his match and advanced to the second round.
"The second round starts in seven days... By the time the tournament ends, Kurapika will probably be taking the Hunter Exam."
Moro put away his phone.
That night, Moro ate dinner with Kastro and the others, then reviewed Kastro's match footage, pointing out several mistakes.
Kastro had won, but his opponent managed to slice open his abdomen.
Luckily, the wound wasn't deep—it shouldn't impact his next match in a week.
For the next seven days, Moro remained fully immersed in training.
He continued his daily conditioning and engaged in real combat training with Biscuit.
The medicinal meals were still keeping up with his needs, but his funds were running low.
To refill his wallet, he had no choice but to win the Fighting Olympics and claim the prize money.
December 19th.
With each passing round, the Fighting Olympics only grew more intense.
Rumors circulated that by the finals, Hunter Association Chairman Netero himself would be attending as a special guest.
Alongside him, countless high-profile figures from across various industries would gather to witness the crowning of the new champion.
The second round finally began.
Whether by random draw or intentional arrangement by the tournament organizers, Moro was once again given the opening match.
This time, his opponent was a female Floor Master named Luna—the only woman in the entire lineup.
Moro reviewed Luna's past matches through video recordings.
She fought using a whip, but it was not a conjured weapon.
Which meant—she wasn't a Conjuration Nen user.
Most whip-based fighters were Enhancement users.
But Luna?
She was actually a Manipulation user.
Her whip functioned like a tamer's tool—once it landed a clean hit, it could diminish her opponent's will to fight.
The stronger the impact, the greater the mental suppression.
This ability…
Well, it was tricky—but that was about it.
If used in team battles, or against someone like Killua when he had an electrode in his brain, it could be quite effective.
Moro and Luna stepped onto the ring.
Holding her whip in one hand, Luna glared at Moro with a fierce, predatory gaze.
"Your undefeated streak ends today."
With that, she flipped her golden ponytail and yanked the whip tight, producing a sharp snap in the air.
Moro remained silent, calmly waiting for the referee's signal.
Her predatory gaze…
It was reminiscent of a circus tamer using intimidation to break an animal's spirit.
Moro had a theory about her strategy—but he wasn't interested in confirming it with words.
He simply waited for the match to begin.
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