Bisky was right.
Orion's Nen clone ability was indeed unusual.
Normally, by focusing the mind, one can greatly reduce the difficulty of manifesting a Nen clone while increasing control precision. But in turn, once the user's mental focus shifts or fluctuates, the stability and control of the clone will also be directly affected.
In simple terms…
To allow a Nen clone to act with high freedom and precision, typically the original body must dedicate full attention to the clone and can't afford to be distracted.
Faced with this dilemma, some Conjurers choose to work within their ability's limitations—for example, Hanzo's Shadow Clone Technique, which pushes the boundaries of his framework by projecting his spirit to give the clone extreme control and independence.
Others, however, find unconventional solutions.
Take Orion. He uses his split personality to completely override the normal framework of Nen clones.
Its strength lies in this:
Orion doesn't need to mentally operate his clone at all. That completely sidesteps the typical drawbacks, like instability or losing control in battle.
That was the core reason he was able to land that devastating blow on Hwashidoro just now.
Moro held a hand to his chin, seemingly understanding why, after betraying his school, Orion chose to take over a spot in Heaven's Arena.
It was to maximize the advantages of his "Personality Clone."
As long as he's on the Arena stage, he can use this advantage to essentially turn every fight into a two-on-one.
And each victory earns him everything he desires.
While Moro was still deep in thought, a loud reaction erupted from the crowd inside the stadium.
Hwashidoro was standing back up.
Orion's powerful strike hadn't ended the fight.
After all, Enhancers are known for their resilience.
And since a Nen clone splits the user's aura in two, the damage output is reduced.
That gave Hwashidoro the chance to continue.
But his already slim odds of winning were now near zero.
If he had foresight…
Surrendering now would be the wisest choice.
"Let me give you a piece of advice."
Orion's rational clone, still hidden using "In," looked calmly at the approaching Hwashidoro and said, "You can still surrender. Otherwise… I can't promise I'll hold back from killing you."
"Hey, don't speak out of turn,"
barked the original body, controlled by his aggressive personality, at the clone.
To the audience, who couldn't see the invisible clone, Orion looked like he was talking to himself.
Hwashidoro ignored the warning and began slowly, yet firmly, climbing the steps back onto the stage.
He was well aware of how bad the situation was.
But he wasn't the kind of man to give up halfway.
"Orion leads 2–0. Contestants, take your positions. The match resumes!"
announced the referee, who then quickly backed away.
Hwashidoro focused aura on his eyes, sharpening his gaze to scan Orion and the hidden clone.
So he really can maintain "In" on the clone indefinitely…
That means I have to keep using "Gyo," which limits how much aura I can allocate to offense and defense.
Already at a disadvantage in overall aura strength, this situation left him even more stretched thin.
Still, he endured the pain and kept his aura ready.
Orion's rational clone stopped trying to persuade him.
And the main body—controlled by the aggressive persona—suddenly lunged at Hwashidoro.
"The real body is attacking…?"
Hwashidoro's eyes narrowed.
Normally, you'd use a clone for offense to avoid risk.
Unless there was some trick to hide which one is real.
But Orion charged in with his real body—this made no sense.
For a moment, Hwashidoro wavered.
But he quickly refocused.
"No, this is my chance."
Thanks to Moro's past guidance, Hwashidoro's mindset had improved drastically.
He didn't let unexpected developments shake his decision-making. Instead, he focused on how to turn the moment to his advantage.
The world beyond the threshold was filled with monsters.
But even so, he had to push forward.
Tiger Bite Fist!
With a powerful stance, he formed a roaring tiger-shaped Nen construct between his hands.
If he could land this now, he could turn the match around!
"Pathetic technique. Trash!"
Orion's main body closed in, with his clone also nearing.
Hwashidoro used "Gyo" to watch the clone while aiming his tiger fist directly at Orion's body.
And just at that moment—
Orion's clone vanished.
To be precise—
He withdrew the aura supporting the clone, instantly maximizing his own aura output.
Hwashidoro, still using "Gyo" to watch for an invisible attack, had less aura to spend on offense or defense…
This created a massive gap between their aura allocations.
Hwashidoro's pupils shrank as he watched Orion's aura surge like a firestorm.
No time to change tactics.
BAM!
Tiger Bite Fist hit Orion head-on.
But the expected tearing force wasn't there.
With such a vast aura difference, the result was obvious.
Orion's grin widened.
"Trash move. Total garbage."
In the next moment—
He launched a brutal uppercut right into Hwashidoro's jaw.
CRACK!
The sound of bones shattering echoed through the arena.
Hwashidoro's jaw distorted from the impact, knocking him unconscious instantly.
The force of the blow sent his limp body flying upward.
The referee's eyes sharpened as he assessed the situation.
Realizing Hwashidoro had lost consciousness, the ref prepared to step in immediately, even before he hit the ground.
But—
Orion wasn't done.
With a mad grin, he kicked off the ground and chased Hwashidoro midair like a missile, both hands raised to crush him further.
"Orion! Cease attack immediately!"
The referee shouted in alarm.
But Orion didn't stop.
He closed in, forming a hammer-like strike to finish Hwashidoro midair.
At that critical moment—
A sharp killing intent pierced through Orion's senses.
"Huh?"
He glanced toward the source—Moro.
From the stands, Moro's aura blazed with deadly pressure.
The crowd scrambled to flee from him, terrified.
"Oh? Same garbage technique… are you from the same school?"
Orion laughed maniacally as he still brought his hammering fists down on Hwashidoro.
Though delayed by Moro's interference, the attack landed.
BOOM!
Hwashidoro's body slammed into the stage, breaking the floor beneath him.
But it wasn't over yet.
Orion's aggressive personality split off again, transforming into a Nen construct and dove toward Hwashidoro for the killing blow.
Above, his main body calmed—his rational persona in control now.
"I warned you."
The clone moved in for the kill.
But—
A green, diamond-shaped Starfly burst toward the clone.
It was timed perfectly to intercept.
"Predicted?!"
The clone's expression changed, morphing into aura form to dodge it.
He evaded, then reformed, still intent on finishing the job.
But—
"Watch out!"
cried the main body.
The clone turned, just in time to see Moro standing right beside him, bathed in murderous aura.
"So fast…!"
But the clone didn't hesitate. He charged anyway.
It was pure madness.
A death drive.
Moro understood at that moment why Bisky's tone had carried such weight when she spoke of the school Orion had betrayed.
Let's end this—right now.
Moro prepared to kill.
But time… froze.
A gentle presence split through the air.
None of the spectators, not even Orion's clone, the ref, or Moro himself, saw the person arrive.
Only Bisky saw it clearly.
It was Chairman Netero.
He stepped in as if appearing from another dimension.
He gently tapped both Moro and the clone's attack points.
Time resumed.
The clone was knocked away, unharmed.
Moro, too, was knocked outside the ring, similarly untouched.
Moro didn't resist—he accepted it.
Even as he was flying back, he launched a roach tagged with a Star Mark toward Orion's main body.
A sneak attack—
But Netero noticed.
"Hmm?"
He waved his hand.
Golden light flashed, destroying both the roach and the incoming Starfly.
Moro's gaze shifted. He frowned slightly.
Netero's expression was calm.
"That's enough," he said.
To both of them.
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