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Illumi could even vaguely see Bruce Lee's shadow in his attacks.
"A-da~!"
Climan attacked Illumi again. He was no longer surprised that the opponent could recognize the martial arts style he was using; after all, several styles had already been recognized.
"Ha~!"
First, he kicked Illumi's right knee, attempting to break his stance.
"Bang!"
His kick accurately hit Illumi's knee, but Illumi's foot didn't budge.
"Are your legs made of stone?"
Climan, on the other hand, grimaced in pain, as if he had kicked a stone.
"Is your martial arts just imitation?"
Illumi looked at Climan expressionlessly. The expectation in his heart turned into disappointment as Climan's fighting style constantly changed.
"Why don't you try breaking my martial arts first!"
Climan gritted his teeth, gave up kicking, and formed his right hand into a claw, grabbing at Illumi's chin.
Illumi clenched his left fist, and with a "bang," it collided with Climan's right claw. With a "snap," Climan's finger joint broke.
But Illumi had no intention of letting him go. He extended his clenched left hand and, with a "smack," grabbed Climan's right wrist.
Climan endured the pain, delivering a straight punch with his left hand towards Illumi's chest.
"Thud!"
But it was steadily caught by Illumi's right hand, his five fingers clamped onto the wrist. No matter how Climan struggled, he couldn't pull his hand free.
"Uh-uh..."
"Let go of me!"
Climan's face was ferocious. He lifted his left and right feet, kicking Illumi's body with "bang, bang, bang," but Illumi remained unmoved.
Moreover, the pain in his left wrist intensified. Illumi's strength was unbelievably immense, and the severe pain made his eyes bulge.
"What kind of monstrous strength is this?"
"How can there be such a monstrous kid?"
Illumi grew slightly annoyed. He let the opponent kick and punch his body, his expression not changing in the slightest.
Anyway, for him, this level of attack was just tickling, completely insignificant compared to Tsubone's punches, which often weighed several tons.
The only reason Illumi fought him for so long was to see his so-called martial arts, nothing more.
"Oh~!"
"Audience friends, the situation on the field seems to have taken a dramatic turn!"
"Player Climan's hands are controlled by Player Illumi and cannot be pulled free."
"No matter how Player Climan kicks Player Illumi's body, Player Illumi shows no effort..."
"No, it should be said that he endures it without changing his expression, like an adult taking on a three-year-old's attack."
"Huh, that sentence doesn't seem quite appropriate here?"
The commentator's enthusiastic voice sounded at the right time, voicing all the doubts in the audience's minds.
"What's going on?"
"Are they going to fight or not?"
"Hey, you two, don't just wrestle, start fighting!"
The audience members shouted impatiently, wanting to see a passionate, close-quarters combat, not them standing still in the arena.
"Disappointing. Is this the martial arts you've cultivated since childhood, gathering the strengths of a hundred schools?"
"Practicing martial arts since childhood, for decades."
"Ultimately, you have no talent at all."
Illumi's face showed a look of disappointment. Climan clearly felt the contempt in Illumi's words and was instantly filled with anger.
"What do you know!?"
"You, a kid who knows nothing about what martial arts truly are!"
"How could someone like you, who was born with unparalleled talent,"
"Ever understand the heart of us weaklings who strive for strength!?"
Facing Illumi's disdain, Climan's expression turned fierce, and he roared out his inner unwillingness.
Two lines of tears unknowingly flowed from his eyes.
"Why must martial arts depend on talent!?"
"Why are some people born to step on others' heads!?"
Climan's sudden roar silenced the entire arena.
Even the commentator on the commentary desk stopped narrating the live situation. The audience also focused intently on the screen, watching the tearful Climan.
Illumi was expressionless. Climan's inner roar left him speechless.
He wasn't weak, so he couldn't empathize from a weak person's perspective, but he could fully understand Climan's feelings.
At this moment, Climan was enveloped in pink smoke representing jealousy, light green smoke representing rage, and orange smoke representing unwillingness and grief.
"Forget it, it's enough now."
Illumi spoke softly. This match was almost over.
Illumi released Climan's right wrist, then instantly clenched his fist, leaving only his second index finger joint protruding. He struck Climan's forehead, philtrum, and jaw with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Bang, bang, bang!!!"
Three resounding thuds, almost overlapping into one. Three indentations appeared on Climan's face, where Illumi had struck, blood flowing freely.
This technique, from execution to finish, took only 0.01 seconds.
"Imprint Finger: Triple Strike."
Climan's mouth hung open, unable to make a sound. His eyes were wide, eyeballs bulging, with blood vessels spreading across the whites.
Suddenly, his eyeballs rolled upwards, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.
"It's bedtime, imitation old man."
Illumi released Climan's right wrist, and Climan's body slumped to the ground, no longer moving.
The battle had lasted a mere two minutes and thirty-six seconds.
"V-victory... has been decided!"
The referee ran over, looked at Climan's body slumped on the ground, bleeding continuously and unconscious, and quickly declared Illumi the winner of the match.
Illumi, as in previous matches, silently turned and walked off the stage.
"It's... it's over!!!"
The commentator's enthusiastic voice once again rang out, reigniting the atmosphere in the arena.
"The winner of the 90th floor match is..."
"Illumi Zoldyck!!!"
"In two minutes and thirty-six seconds, after a series of intense battles."
"He ended the fight with a dramatic one-hit knockout!"
"Illumi Zoldyck... the victor!!!"
Lights shone on Illumi as he slowly walked towards the exit tunnel for the fighters. The audience in Arena A on the 90th floor cheered wildly, this battle having thrilled them.
Even those who lost money on their bets couldn't help but stand up and cheer, feeling that losing money for such a spectacular battle was worth it.
"Hohoho..."
Tsubone and Gotoh sat in the audience. Tsubone's eyes welled up with tears as she watched Illumi effortlessly win the match.
"Young Master Illumi is still such a genius."
"Oh dear, I just can't stop my tear ducts."
Tsubone wiped away her tears with her left hand, her face filled with a moved smile.
"That fighter named Climan truly had bad luck."
Gotoh maintained his cold expression; Illumi's victory came as no surprise to him.
"If he hadn't met Young Master Illumi,"
"With his strength, he could have potentially reached the 150th floor."
"Just with his versatile fighting style and his Goju-ryu Karate-based combat ability,"
"Perhaps even those guys on the 200th floor wouldn't necessarily be able to instantly defeat him without using Nen."
"Meeting Young Master Illumi on the 90th floor was truly unfortunate luck."
A white flash glinted off Gotoh's glasses as he commented on Illumi's opponent, Climan.