Chapter 57 The Circus Fruit Farmer Clown 07 I'm Falling in Love with You...

The next day.

The main arena on the 100th floor of the Sky Arena was packed to capacity.

The battle between Ayana and Hisoka the "Grim Reaper" somehow leaked out, attracting countless curious and bloodthirsty eyes.

One is a rising star with a clean and efficient style and unfathomable strength; the other is a ruthless magician with a notorious reputation.

Their duel itself is a huge gimmick.

On the ring, the two stood facing each other.

Hisoka changed into a more combat-ready outfit, his red hair still flamboyant, and his face wore that clown-like smile that seemed to be fixed on his face. The playing cards between his fingers gleamed coldly under the light.

He looked at Ayana, his golden vertical pupils filled with undisguised hunger and excitement, as if she were not an opponent, but a supreme feast waiting for him to savor.

Ayana wore a black combat suit that allowed for easy movement, which accentuated her petite yet explosive figure.

Her face was calm, her eyes were as still as a deep well, and she simply moved her wrists and ankles slightly to adjust her body to its best state.

She knew this would be her last battle in this world, and she had to fight without holding back.

Almost the instant his words fell, Hisoka vanished.

When he reappeared, his figure appeared like a ghost behind Ayana, several playing cards whistling through the air, sealing off all her escape routes.

Ayana didn't turn around. Her body twisted at an incredible angle as if it had no bones, narrowly avoiding the fatal card blade. At the same time, her calf swept backward like a whip, forcing Hisoka back.

"Quick reaction, huh?" Hisoka chuckled, unconcerned, and changed his attack again.

His movements became increasingly unpredictable; the playing cards no longer attacked in straight lines, but traced all sorts of tricky arcs, striking Ayana from all directions.

At the same time, every part of his body was transformed into a weapon, his attacks like a storm, yet with a playful precision, constantly testing Ayana's limits.

Ayana did not use [Powerful Amplification]. She moved and dodged in the confined space, using exquisite jujitsu techniques to neutralize Hisoka's power, and then used superhuman strength to fight against Hisoka.

She didn't choose to outwit Hisoka, but instead responded with absolute calm and efficiency. Every block, dodge, and counterattack was concise yet exquisitely precise.

"Not bad, not bad~ Your strength, speed, and reaction have all improved a lot compared to before~" Hisoka's voice was filled with pleasant panting, and his attacks became more and more ferocious. His golden vertical pupils were locked on Aiana, as if he were admiring a work of art that he was polishing to become more and more brilliant.

"But... that's not enough! Let me see more... more of what you've been hiding!"

His offensive suddenly intensified, and the playing cards seemed to come alive, weaving a web of death that enveloped Ayana.

At the same time, he seized an opening and reached out with his five fingers to grab Ayana's throat.

Ayana's pupils contracted, knowing she could no longer hold back.

Her speed suddenly increased, her body almost becoming a blur. Not only did she avoid the fatal grab, but she also slashed into Hisoka's arms, her elbow like a heavy hammer, slamming into his chest.

"Bang!"

Hisoka took the hit squarely, letting out a muffled groan, but his eyes blazed with an unprecedented brilliance, as if he were ecstatic.

[Detected that Hisoka's affection level is 95%.]

"Yes! That's it!" Hisoka didn't back down; instead, he laughed excitedly, enduring the pain, and grabbed Ayana's arm with his other hand.

The two engaged in close combat once again, their movements so fast it was dazzling.

On the ring, all that could be seen were figures clashing, and all that could be heard were the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding and the sharp whistling of playing cards cutting through the air.

Hisoka, however, seemed tireless; his smile grew wider and his attacks became increasingly frenzied.

He stopped holding back and the edges of the playing cards were truly stained with blood.

Ayana's arms and cheeks were slashed with tiny wounds, and blood seeped out, splattering on her fair skin and looking particularly glaring.

The pain stimulated her nerves, but it also stirred up the ferocity in Ayana's bones.

Her eyes remained calm, but her movements became increasingly fierce. She began to abandon some of her defense, trading injury for injury, seeking an opportunity for a fatal blow.

After a hard-hitting exchange of punches, both men took several steps back.

Hisoka licked his lips, tasting the metallic sweetness of his own blood, and also saw the deep, bone-revealing wound on Ayana's arm.

His heart pounded with extreme excitement, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his entire body.

"So beautiful..." he murmured to himself, looking at Ayana's dyed face, "Ayana, you are...so perfect!"

[Detected that Hisoka's affection level is 98%.]

"This is the final blow~" Hisoka's voice carried an almost tender expectation, "Let me see... everything you have!"

His aura suddenly changed, and a thick, malicious aura enveloped the entire arena as if it were a tangible entity.

Several playing cards were floating in front of him for some unknown reason, forming a complex and dangerous killing formation, like a death juggling act.

Hisoka has awakened his Nen ability!

Ayana took a deep breath, knowing that the moment to decide the outcome had arrived.

Without further hesitation, she chose to use her special ability [Powerful Amplification], concentrating all of everyone's power into her right fist, her mind highly focused, searching for the only flaw in the overwhelming array of playing cards.

Now!

The two moved at the same time.

Hisoka's death juggling was like a burst of crimson fireworks, sweeping in with an aura of annihilation.

Ayana transformed into an arrow released from a bow, charging straight forward without dodging or avoiding.

Her right fist tore through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and struck with perfect precision the most vulnerable spot among the countless playing cards.

A violent explosion rang out, accompanied by a blinding flash of light, and a violent gust of air swept across the entire arena, making it impossible for the audience to open their eyes.

As the light and shockwave dissipated, the scene on the arena made everyone gasp in astonishment.

Hisoka stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, the deadly poker killing formation in front of him had dissipated.

Ayana's fist stopped less than an inch from his chest.

The force of the punch blew his red hair up.

Hisoka lost this battle.

[Detected that Hisoka's affection level is 100%.]

[Host, you are about to travel to the next world.]

[Please get ready, one minute countdown.]

A pure and fervent emotion surged forth from his chest, along with a crazy thought.

Hisoka's smile grew increasingly maniacal, his lips curving upwards in a frenzy as he chuckled softly.

"My kitten, you're so funny, how can you be so interesting?"

[30 seconds countdown, 29, 28, ...]

He showed no sign of defeat, covering his face, with only a gap peeking out from between his ten fingers, revealing two eyes filled with madness as he stared at Ayana.

"You showed me the most beautiful scenery."

[10, 9, 8, ...]

Hisoka forced the words out through his teeth.

"I'm...I'm about to fall in love with you!"

【3, 2, 1.】

[Preparing for a world jump.]

A system notification sounded in Ayana's mind, and her body began to glow faintly, becoming somewhat transparent.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, and the scenery around her suddenly changed.

The blinding sunlight was filtered by the lush canopy of trees, turning into dappled spots of light.

The air was filled with the damp smell of earth and a slightly fishy, ​​oppressive atmosphere.

The air was filled with the chirping of insects and birds, and in the distance, one could faintly hear the roars of beasts.

Ayana quickly looked around and found herself in a dense, almost primeval forest.

Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, vines entwine, and the vegetation is so lush that there is almost nowhere to step.

The gravity here seems heavier than in the previous world; even the air we breathe feels heavy in our lungs.

[Host, welcome to the next world.]

Current location: Kukuroku Mountain, Zoldyck family private territory.

The Kukuroku Mountain is fraught with danger; please proceed with extreme caution, host.

Kukuroku Mountain?

The Zoldyck family?

Ayana slowly rose, concealing her aura. Relying on the stealth skills honed in the Sky Arena, she moved through the dense forest like a ghost, while vigilantly sensing her surroundings, wanting to understand the current environment of the world.

The creatures here all exude a fierce aura, and even some seemingly harmless plants may harbor deadly intent.

After walking for about half an hour, the woods ahead became sparse, and a path that had been cleared by man could be vaguely seen.

Ayana was about to step forward to investigate when she suddenly stopped, her body tensed instantly, and she retreated rapidly!

Several streaks of dark light grazed past her nose and embedded themselves deeply into the tree trunk behind where she had just been standing.

They were several oddly shaped metal nails, their ends still trembling slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a figure, as weightless as a piece of paper, slowly slid down from the shadow of a giant tree and silently stood in the middle of the path.

He was a short-haired boy with pale skin and delicate features like a doll. His cat-like eyes were large and dark, but empty and devoid of any emotion, like two bottomless ancient wells.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes, which seemed out of place yet strangely blended into the dangerous environment around him.

The boy tilted his head, his large, dark eyes fixed on Ayana, and asked in a flat, emotionless tone.

"Who are you?"

His voice, like his personality, lacked normal intonation, yet carried a chilling sense of scrutiny, as if he were not asking a question, but assessing the value of an object or the way a corpse was disposed of.

Ayana could clearly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the other person, a pressure that was far more restrained yet unfathomable than Hisoka's.

She had no doubt that if her answer was slightly off, or if she revealed even the slightest bit of hostility, those cold mental nails would instantly pierce her heart.