Openly acknowledging the strength of others while facing one's own shortcomings with humility—
This was likely Yamen's greatest strength.
Biscuit Krueger shook her head slightly, deciding not to push Yamen any further.
Too much criticism could be counterproductive.
What she had already said was enough—enough to motivate him to keep improving, but not so much that it would crush his confidence.
Having a clear goal was essential.
And in this case, it was one of the keys that had allowed Moro to defeat Yamen.
Biscuit could see it—Moro's unbelievable rate of improvement was driven by an overwhelming sense of purpose.
Only those who could see their path clearly could run faster on the road of training.
It was something she had experienced, something even Netero had gone through…
"Go home and review your match. We'll start special training soon."
Biscuit took a few steps forward and adjusted Yamen's disheveled shirt—one of the rare ways she expressed comfort.
Yamen nodded firmly.
This fight had made him painfully aware of his weaknesses. But more than that, it had sparked an urge to push forward.
Right now, all he could do was watch Moro's back.
But he would catch up.
He had to believe in that, because belief was the first step toward success.
Biscuit and Yamen walked down the corridor, one after the other.
Looking at Biscuit's small figure, Yamen recalled what she had said earlier.
"Master, what exactly is your relationship with Moro?"
"What kind of answer are you hoping for?"
Biscuit didn't even turn her head as she replied.
Yamen was momentarily stunned.
"Master, what exactly is your relationship with that woman?"
Moro had just finished signing up for a Tower Master challenge when Callista immediately started pressing him for answers about his relationship with Biscuit.
Although Menchi wasn't actively participating, she was sticking close to Callista, apparently curious as well.
Kastro wasn't as pushy, but he still glanced over occasionally, clearly just as curious.
"I already told you—it was just a chance encounter. We're not even that close."
Moro sighed in frustration.
His connection with Biscuit was barely even acquaintanceship.
This was already the third time he had answered this question.
But Callista and Menchi didn't believe him at all.
Not surprising—with how absurd Biscuit could be, it was hard to imagine she'd go that far for just a random stranger.
If anyone was to blame, it was Biscuit for being so unpredictable.
Seeing that Moro was getting annoyed, Callista and Menchi wisely dropped the subject.
Finally, Moro was able to enjoy some peace.
After returning to his room, he sat down on the couch, closed his eyes, and reviewed his previous fight.
Arena matches were fundamentally different from life-or-death battles.
But they still provided valuable experience.
Against Yamen, the biggest challenge had been his seemingly flawless Nen technique.
Moro had prepared for this, but facing it firsthand had proven just how formidable a well-trained Nen user could be.
That level of Nen refinement, combined with strong aura control, had been even more difficult to handle than expected.
To put it bluntly—if Yamen hadn't given him openings, it would have been incredibly difficult to break through.
Moro's victory had come down to two key factors:
Yamen's lack of real battle experience.
Moro's physical strength had improved significantly.
The second was the most critical.
Without sufficient physical power, even if he had found an opening, he wouldn't have had the ability to exploit it.
"No need to rush."
Moro slowly opened his eyes.
He had experienced firsthand the value of advanced Nen techniques in intense combat.
But for now, his main priority was still honing his body.
He had always believed in setting priorities and maximizing efficiency.
That night, a staff member from Heaven's Arena personally came to deliver his match schedule.
December 7th, 2:00 PM.
If Moro won, he would replace his opponent as Tower Master and participate in the Martial Arts Olympics opening ceremony on December 8th.
Meanwhile—
The Tower Master selected by Moro also received his match notification.
"Damn it! Why me, and right before the tournament?!"
A monkey-like fighter named Maire cursed loudly upon hearing the news.
He wasn't afraid of Moro's rise, but with the Martial Arts Olympics so close, he didn't want to risk any unexpected changes.
But Tower Masters couldn't refuse challenges from high-ranking fighters.
So, despite his frustration, he had no choice but to accept his fate.
"Moro the Thinker, huh? I'll make you regret this decision."
Maire's eyes glinted with malice.
Ironically—
Moro hadn't specifically chosen Maire.
In fact, he didn't even know who Maire was.
He had simply picked a random number from the 230th to 250th floors—and Maire just happened to be the unlucky one.
That was just bad luck.
But in the end, luck didn't decide fights—strength did.
With Moro's match confirmed, every Tower Master and top fighter in Heaven's Arena turned their attention to the upcoming battle.
Many were focused on Moro's undefeated record.
Some, however, were keenly aware that Moro was hiding his true abilities.
"If he beats Maire that easily… then we'll know for sure."
Others were starting to see Moro as a real threat.
The 230th to 250th floor fighters had been focused on one thing—
The reigning two-time champion.
But now—
A dark horse had risen.
"This year's tournament… is going to be intense."
Some fighters sat in deep thought for hours, their hands trembling—whether from excitement or nervousness, they couldn't tell.
With the hype surrounding Moro vs. Maire, the tournament organizers took full advantage of the publicity.
Unlike Moro's match with Yamen, this time, they scheduled extra time for promotions.
A rising undefeated fighter challenging a Tower Master right before the Martial Arts Olympics—
It was the perfect storyline.
Meanwhile—
A blond-haired young man arrived in the city.
Kurapika.
After leaving Yorknew City in September, Kurapika had realized a painful truth—
Without strength, he could accomplish nothing.
So, despite wanting to retrieve his clan's stolen eyes, he had made a difficult choice—
Heaven's Arena.
The final push that made him decide?
A news article featuring Moro.
Standing in the bustling streets, Kurapika gazed up at the towering arena.
"This step is crucial… it will determine how far I can go."
He clutched his tournament entry ticket tightly.
It was time to throw himself into battle—no matter the cost.
He would fight, endure, and grow stronger.
And soon, Kurapika would once again witness Moro's monstrous power.
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