Hunter X Hunter: Tombbound Power

The annual audience at Heavens Arena exceeds one billion, and more than 4,000 challengers line up at the registration desk daily.

Ronnel headed to Heavens Arena with two objectives.

The first was to practice and hone his combat abilities. The second, and more important goal, was to collect valuable bodies from the fallen fighters.

Heavens Arena is a sacred battleground for warriors, with non-stop fighting taking place. A judo fighter with an afro once boasted about having killed nearly a hundred people on the 100th floor. If that was the case on the 100th floor, the death toll only grew higher on the more advanced levels.

Heavens Arena is also the quickest way to gain fame and fortune. Fighters from all over the world come here—martial artists, Nen users, and other skilled individuals—all much more diverse than the monotonous residents of the streets of Meteor City. Once they die, Ronnel could scavenge their bodies for valuable items.

More importantly, floors above the 200th level are battlegrounds for the strongest Nen users, where serious injuries and death are common in combat. The corpses of these powerful individuals are far more valuable than anything Ronnel could find in Meteor City.

For Ronnel, just three or four corpses of Nen users with abilities like those of Hisoka's opponent, Kastro, would be enough to drastically increase his strength. He had an idea, one that could multiply his power—but it could only be tested at Heavens Arena.

After having breakfast with Shizuku, Ronnel made his way to the city's airport with her. After swiping their ID cards and purchasing tickets, they boarded a motorboat to Heavens Arena.

Meanwhile, in the Republic of Bretolia, located on the same continent as Heavens Arena, in a hotel room in the capital city of Constantine…

"Leader, I've gathered the information. According to the ticket details, their destination is Heavens Arena," said a young man with blond hair, green eyes, and a baby-faced grin, turning to face the others in the room.

"Heavens Arena?" murmured a figure seated on the sofa. He had a purple cross tattoo in the center of his forehead, blue earrings dangling from his ears, and wore a black coat adorned with an inverse cross on the back. His dark eyes, cold and calculating, softened into a smile as he closed the book in his hands.

"If they're heading there, we have time. We can handle our business here first."

The man speaking was none other than Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader of the Phantom Troupe.

The room's atmosphere shifted at his words.

"Someone killed one of our own, and I'm not going to let that slide," Chrollo said softly.

"Shalnark, have you discovered who commissioned the Zoldyck family for the assassination?"

"Yes. It wasn't easy, but I found some clues using the Hunter License on the official Hunter website. It seems a person from Constantine hired them after Kairo stole one of his prized treasures," Shalnark replied, rubbing his cheek and fiddling with his Hunter License.

"Constantine, huh?" Chrollo stood up, placing his book aside. His eyes deepened with thought.

Last July, the Phantom Troupe had gathered, but one of their original members, Kairo, who held the No. 8 position, was assassinated by Silva Zoldyck. While Silva delivered the fatal blow, Chrollo viewed him as just the weapon, the real enemy was the one who had hired him.

Chrollo hadn't focused his revenge on the Zoldyck family due to their prior connections. When they were in Yorknew City, he had hired Illumi Zoldyck to assassinate the Ten Dons. Later, Kalluto, Illumi's younger brother, even joined the Phantom Troupe, replacing Hisoka as the fourth member.

More importantly, the Zoldycks were the world's most formidable family of assassins, making them dangerous to provoke without careful consideration.

After Chrollo finished speaking, Shalnark handed him a stack of documents.

"Boss, these are the key properties in the Republic of Bretolia, along with details about his family, friends, and associates."

"Let's go and dismantle everything he owns," said Feitan, his voice low and cold.

He was leaning against the wall, his short frame cloaked in black, with dark blue hair covering part of his face, and his piercing golden eyes gleaming.

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