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014 (Vol 3) HxH: Tombbound Power
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 05:02:02 +0000 UTCTime passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.
From far off, the roar of cheers and noise from Heavens Arena echoed across the city.
Inside a massive arena on one of the upper floors, the surrounding seats were packed to the brim.
Everyone was talking over each other, animated and breathless. Some were still clutching magazines and printed flyers, their faces flushed as they argued with the people around them.
But the loudest sound by far came from the frenzied shrieking of countless fanatical girls.
Each one had wild tattoos, waving oversized banners and glowing sticks.
A glaring pink message printed in bold was easy to spot from afar:
"Hisoka (Chrollo) Let's Go! I Love You!!"
Anyone familiar with the situation knew this was the site of a deadly showdown. Anyone who didn't might think a pop idol concert was taking place.
Ronnel, Machi, and Shalnark used Ronnel's status as the Battle Olympia champion to snag a VIP viewing box with an excellent view of the ring.
The four of them casually observed the chaos below, tossing out idle comments.
"Looks like the boss and Hisoka are really popular~," Shalnark said, hands on his hips, genuinely impressed.
Machi, unbothered by the commotion, replied coolly, "It's always like this when Hisoka shows up. But today's definitely on a whole other level."
"Well, this is the long-awaited match," Ronnel murmured, sinking deeper into the soft couch. His eyes locked onto the two figures emerging from opposite sides of the arena.
"It's what the audience wants to see live… what fight fans across the world want to see… what the Heavens Arena officials want… and definitely what we in the Phantom Troupe have been waiting for."
"Yeah," said Kortopi, chiming in from the side. "I'm sure the boss is eager to finally get rid of Hisoka. That lunatic's been clinging to us like a parasite. Better to end it all right here."
...
The crowd's volume skyrocketed as Chrollo and Hisoka appeared.
The collective high-pitched scream from the fan girls was loud enough to rupture eardrums and bring the roof down.
"Everyone——!!"
The emcee's voice boomed across the arena, filled with excitement.
To ensure the smoothest and most explosive battle possible, Heavens Arena had brought in top-tier commentators and the most experienced referees.
"The first clash of this deathmatch—an end to a long ceasefire—is about to unfold, featuring two titans in their first official showdown as headliners!"
"Their names are—!!"
The announcer stretched out the moment, building suspense until the two stepped into the ring.
"Hisoka Morow!!"
"VS!!"
"Chrollo Lucilfer!!"
Thunderous cheers exploded through the venue like a bomb, instantly pushing the atmosphere to fever pitch.
"My wish has finally come true."
Hisoka, unfazed by the overwhelming excitement, didn't even glance at the crowd. He stared directly at Chrollo, a twisted, delighted grin spreading across his face.
"After all this time... I'm not here for flirty little foreplay."
Chrollo, dressed once again in his trademark black suit, looked like he hadn't changed since the Yorknew City incident. His hair was a bit unkempt, but that only made his striking features and piercing eyes stand out more.
"I get it~"
Hands in his pockets, Chrollo's calm voice held no emotion.
"To be honest, I'm tired of being stalked by psychos all day."
"Let's end this with a bang."
He was composed as ever—mentally and emotionally sharp, just like back during Yorknew.
"Until one of us is dead, there's no rest."
"Perfect!!"
Their eyes met—both sharp, hungry, and burning with fighting spirit.
"This is a true deathmatch! The only way to win is to kill the other person! This condition was set and agreed upon by both fighters!"
From the elevated commentary platform, the announcer passionately recited the rules again.
"There are no restrictions on weapons. Bring your pride, your strength, and your resolve to the ring!"
...
In the center of the arena, a towering referee stood between them, raising his hand to signal the start of the match.
"Then now... let the war begin!!"
As soon as the announcement echoed across the arena, Hisoka flicked out a set of cards. Chrollo opened the Skill Hunter in his hands.
An overwhelming surge of aura flared from both of them.
"Wow~"
Pages of the book flipped rapidly until it reached the ability Chrollo needed. Then he started moving.
He didn't charge Hisoka. He didn't fall back.
Instead, he went straight toward the referee, who had turned to leave the ring after making the announcement.
"Eh?!"
...
The referee looked surprised to see Chrollo heading his way.
In the next instant, Chrollo disappeared from his field of vision.
He only had time to feel a faint prick at the back of his neck—then everything went black.
Hisoka had seen it all and raised a brow with interest.
From his perspective, Chrollo rushed toward the referee, feinted at the last second, and circled behind him.
A strange antenna with little devil wings materialized in Chrollo's hand and pierced the back of the referee's neck.
Then a peculiar mobile phone appeared in Chrollo's grasp.
As a former member of the Troupe, Hisoka recognized the technique instantly—it was Shalnark's ability: Black Voice.
"So you've borrowed abilities from the rest of the Troupe too, huh?" Hisoka chuckled, licking his lips. "I'm flattered~"
Chrollo tapped something into the phone. The referee's body jerked, then launched himself at Hisoka like a missile.
Without hesitation—
Boom!
Hisoka sent the referee flying with a savage uppercut kick.
As the man's body sailed through the air, it revealed Chrollo behind him, still holding another antenna.
"Tried to use the ref as cover and get that antenna into me, huh? Clever... but not enough."
"Ten."
