Hands in his coat pockets, Xiang Nan walked toward the scenic area's exit.
Behind him, the figures of the two women had already clashed. Some outward‑spilling Nen stirred the green grass at their feet, making it sway.
From Xiang Nan's perception, all of Manman's aura had shifted; faced with the enemy's Nen threat, no surprise—her second personality awakened.
Thus, the rest of the fight didn't concern him.
Though Manman's overall Nen capacity was far lower, once that second personality woke up, her control and usage of Nen, driven purely by instinct, would far outstrip the coarse technical level of most Nen users. And combined with near‑perfect feral combat skill—unless someone could forcefully suppress her with overwhelming power—her opponent would inevitably die.
"A Transformation‑Type, indeed…"
Without turning around to watch the battle, Xiang Nan gave a faint grin.
Like Manman, that woman was also a Transformation‑Type Nen user. Her attacking speed and tempo kept shifting. But this group of players, after watching from the shadows so many days, still failed to confirm whether he was a Nen user. Just from that alone, Xiang Nan was certain their overall skill was mediocre.
He'd only trained in Nen techniques for a few months. Even with his high aptitude, it wasn't that outrageous… yet these older players still couldn't see through him, revealing their poor judgment and experience. They'd long camped at Heaven's Arena, a prime place to gain resources and grow stronger, yet had drawn virtually no benefit. They were simply…trash.
So thinking, Xiang Nan's gaze was cold.
…
Meanwhile, back there, the two women were already tangling together.
A dazzling slash brushed over the other woman's scalp, shearing off a lock of blue hair that drifted to the ground.
Face pale with shock, the woman frantically evaded the girl's blade strikes. She simply couldn't believe this timid lamb from the arena had become an entirely different person.
At present, Manman was clearly in some strange mental state, muttering endlessly under her breath. Yet her attacks and footwork were crisp and lethal, repeatedly pinpointing the woman's openings and intercepting her every move.
Even though the girl's Nen pool was meager, those hits could still become fatal if they landed often enough in the right spots. So she herself was at risk of dying!
This woman's name was Feng Yin. A Transformation‑Type Nen user, her power was called "Rhythm Queen."
Put simply, if she wore headphones playing music, her body could "tune its frequency" at will: accelerate or slow down. Combined with her footwork, it allowed her to surpass normal speed—both offense and defense. However, at her current level, she could triple her speed at most; anything beyond that would exceed her physical tolerance.
Shhhp!
Feng Yin swayed aside, half an inch from losing a chunk of hair. Even so, her eyelid got nicked, flinging a drop of blood.
She couldn't comprehend how, even triple‑speed, the girl still responded.
Earlier, any new player who arrived at Heaven's Arena, even with Nen, fell quickly to her uncanny speed. But this girl behaved far beyond reason.
"Get lost!"
Feng Yin felt herself unraveling. The opponent simply wouldn't let go.
Doubling down, she violently seized Manman's knife‑wielding wrist, yanking it, hoping to force the girl's posture off. Immediately, she boosted her "Ren" to unleash more Nen through her palm, snapping the girl's entire arm with a crisp fracture.
Yet during Feng Yin's attack, Manman's own offense seemed completely unaffected. That apparent moment of off‑balance was dispelled in a blink without the slightest interruption. The girl's body was so bendy that her disjointed, broken limb still somehow aligned itself to follow through an even fiercer angle—like she couldn't feel pain.
"What is she…?!"
Feng Yin's heart chilled. She'd never encountered anything like this.
Yes, Manman's speed was obviously slower, but she leveraged superlative body control and reaction. She let Feng Yin land hits, but in that instant of impact, she reacted to minimize the damage.
All this was far beyond normal human capacity.
She'd used her triple speed to compensate for her slower mental reflexes, but the result was teetering at the brink. Each time she tried to land a clean hit, the girl would forcibly twist or dislocate joints, dissolving the blow, then instantly counterattacking.
"No, these moves…they're not martial arts or fighting styles. What is she?!"
Still gripping Manman's broken arm, Feng Yin tried to spin away. But the moment she ducked the next slash—like a normal backward bend to dodge—it left her posture compromised. She lacked Manman's freakish bodily control. In the short window while bent over, she couldn't reorient quickly enough.
Finally, Manman dropped her dagger from her injured hand, catching it in her mouth. There was no pause. Her body pressed in with unnatural fluidity, knocking Feng Yin off balance and pinning her to the ground. The bloodied blade stabbed straight through her eye socket, out the back of her skull, then into the soil.
Blood streamed from Feng Yin's nostrils and mouth.
She'd lost. Her inferior technique betrayed her in that fleeting moment.
Manman climbed off her corpse, broken arm swinging limp, then just stood there in a daze.
…
Elsewhere, Xiang Nan had reached the scenic area's entrance. Yet he didn't leave; he was waiting for someone.
Sure enough, three familiar figures soon appeared. Xiang Nan recognized them right away: the blond youth who fiddled with coins, the sleeveless muscle‑man from day one, and that pinstripe-suited middle‑ager with a briefcase—the ones who'd swapped surveillance of him. All three were Nen users, all three definitely players.
They seemed surprised to see him right away at the entrance—clearly, Xiang Nan had come there on purpose to intercept them.
"No need to act so startled," Xiang Nan said with a smile. "We've known each other awhile now; if not friends, at least acquaintances, right?"
"So that's him…the 'Dr. Death'?"
"Yep, the same who's a certain official in the Republic's army, apparently not a low rank. Word is, he caused a stir in the underworld recently."
"Impressive…fresh to this world and still in the newbie phase, but he's already latched onto the official route, avoiding any criminal records, so it was easy to get in. We've a murky background, so that's not an option for us…"
They traded remarks openly, letting Xiang Nan hear it all. He just stood, hands in pockets, quietly listening.
"So you're done investigating me. And let me guess—you're all here to kill me now?" he said.
The three looked at each other. The blond youth playing with a coin said:
"There's three of us, but only two needed to take you out. Old Biao—go check on Feng Yin. We'll handle him."
The brawny older man gave a nod and headed down a side path.
"Three vs. one's quite an advantage," Xiang Nan noted. "Sure you only want two of you?"
"Heh. Killing a newbie like you, two of us is plenty." The coin‑fiddling youth flashed a smug grin, flipping it high and snatching it from the air.
"Heads."
He opened his palm, glimpsed the result, then laughed:
"That settles it, rookie—you're done for."
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