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"Sorry."

He then took the little girl back to her room.

Ron withdrew his gaze.

The rooms assigned to fighters above the 200th floor are very spacious—enough for one person, and in fact, even a family of three would have no issues living there.

Ron was alone because he was the only one there.

The situation next door was clearly different.

"However, the death risk for fighters in the Sky Arena is extremely high."

"But then again, the possibility of encountering danger is quite high in other professions in this world as well."

"This little girl's circumstances are already stronger than many others."

For three consecutive days, Ron stayed in his room without going out.

On the third day:

**"Knock, knock, knock!"**

A series of knocking sounds echoed.

Ron opened the door.

A familiar face entered Ron's view.

It was the old man from before.

--

Ron had not been idle these past few days.

He had gathered some information about the fighters on the 200th floor.

This old man was named **Isaiah**.

He came from a certain dojo.

After arriving at the Sky Arena, he was already quite old.

He achieved a continuous winning streak all the way to the 200th floor.

However, after a baptism of newcomers, Isaiah had completely changed his appearance.

After suffering two consecutive defeats, his strength suddenly increased significantly.

Ron knew this was likely due to him awakening his Nen abilities.

After the third match, he disappeared for a while, and upon returning, his strength had risen again.

Currently, he has won four matches in the Sky Arena.

He had lost three matches.

This meant that Isaiah had no further room for defeat unless he started over from the first floor of the Sky Arena.

After winning six consecutive matches, Isaiah could qualify to challenge the floor master.

Thus, the choice of opponent was crucial.

In Isaiah's view, Ron was the most suitable opponent for him lately.

Trading with other rookie killers didn't meet Isaiah's conditions.

If he had already won six matches without any losses, he could have traded with other rookie killers.

He could lose three matches to the opponent and then win three matches back.

A single-person trade would definitely be noticed, but mixing in several people would make it seem authentic.

However, Isaiah no longer had such an opportunity.

Moreover, a long time had passed since his last match.

After noticing Ron hadn't made a move in three days, Isaiah was somewhat anxious.

No, he was very anxious.

"Senior."

Ron guessed the reason why Isaiah came knocking, but he didn't care.

Ron had already figured out Isaiah's true attitude through the Killer Queen.

Previously, Ron had considered whether to deliver a heavy blow to Isaiah in the arena as a form of revenge.

However, after thinking it through, Ron felt that dragging it out would be a better form of retaliation against Isaiah.

It would make Isaiah suffer even more.

"Ron, are you getting used to it?"

"Pretty good."

Ron nodded and said, "The conditions here are much better than below the 200th floor. The rooms are more spacious, the view is better, and the food is tastier than down there."

Ron moved aside.

Isaiah walked in and sat down on the sofa.

"It seems you have adapted well."

Isaiah paused for a moment.

"By the way, Ron, when do you plan to apply for your first match? I can give you some advice."

"To put it simply, I've been here on the 200th floor for a long time, and I know quite a bit about the other fighters here. I can tell you about their characteristics."

Ron shook his head.

"I'm not in a hurry. I saw in the rules for the 200th floor that as long as you have one match within three months, you can keep your fighter status. I plan to take a break for two months first; I was too hasty before."

"The battles below provided me with a lot of experience, and I want to reflect on it."

Isaiah: "…"

Isaiah did not expect to receive such a response.

Let alone three months; Isaiah couldn't even wait two months.

If Ron really waited for three months, it would be impossible for Isaiah.

Isaiah did not believe the reason Ron gave.

After all, Ron's previous battles ended very quickly.

Except for the match on the 199th floor, the rest were finished in one round—no, to be precise, with one strike.

What experience was there in that?

What was there to settle down?

"Waiting this long probably isn't appropriate," Isaiah said.

"Senior, why do you say that?"

"Because by that time, your abilities and fighting style might be thoroughly researched by others. If that happens, your battles against them will become unfair."

Research?

Ron sneered inwardly.

What was there to study in his battles below?

They were all basic fighter techniques.

The fighters on the 200th floor were Nen users.

Was there a need to study that?

"No, no, no, Senior. I gained a lot from below. I believe that after summarizing for two months, my fighting style will definitely be different, and their research will be useless."

"And besides, aren't you here, Senior?"

Isaiah was taken aback for a moment.

"Me?"

"Exactly."

Ron said, "Didn't you say you would give me information about the other fighters? If they study me, I can also study them, right?"

Isaiah: "…"

After a long pause, Isaiah asked again.

"Ron, are you really decided?"

"Yes, I have made my decision."

"Good. When I have time, I will get the information for you."

Isaiah stood up and said, "Since you already have your plan, do as you wish. I'll take my leave now. I also need to prepare for my next match."

"Goodbye, Senior."

The moment Isaiah walked out of Ron's room, his expression turned gloomy.

It became extremely ugly.

"Damn it!"

"That brat!"

"This kid is so cowardly?"

"Is he intentionally going against me?"

Isaiah walked to the corner of the corridor and then turned back, glaring resentfully in this direction.

But since Ron wasn't applying, Isaiah had no way to deal with him.

In order to obtain the qualification to challenge the floor master, Isaiah could only prepare for his next battle.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Ron revealed a cold smile.

"Old man, your mood should be quite unpleasant right now, huh?"

Ron stayed in his room, watching the crystal ball absorb properties while practicing the basic techniques of Nen.

The little girl next door gradually became familiar with Ron.

Her father did not stop her.

---

A young man looked at the old man, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think your little schemes can succeed?"

"Time isn't on your side; you can't wait, but we can."

A series of knocking sounds echoed.

**"Bang! Bang! Bang!"**

Ron opened the door.

"Big brother."

The little girl from next door stood at the entrance.

"Lina, come in."

"Mm-hmm."

Behind Lina was a large dog.

Ron was also aware of the situation next door.

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