At the sa ti, he had already decided on his next destination—the legendary Sky Arena. A major setting in the original story, Sky Arena wasn’t just a battleground filled with powerful fighters. It was also a perfect hunting ground for gaining experience.
A place that continuously generated strong opponents, just waiting to be defeated. Larry grinned to himself. ‘I hope the challengers there can recognize my strength and send out their best fighters. That way, I can rack up even more experience points.’ And if things went well, he might even claim the title of Floor master while he was at it.
Not long after Larry left, a sightseeing bus slowly made its way toward the front gates of the Zoldyck Estate. "Seriously, first we took an airship, then a train, and now we’re stuck on this bus that only runs once a day," Leorio grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "Killua’s house is way too remote."
What he didn’t know was that this was just the beginning. There were still plenty of obstacles awaiting them before they could even think about eting Killua.
The tour guide standing at the front of the bus held up a microphone and spoke with a professional smile. "This tour bus will stop at the front gate of the Zoldyck Estate only. Beyond that point, the entire area is the Zoldyck family’s private property."
"Huh?" Leorio blinked. "So you’re saying that huge forest out there is basically Killua’s backyard?" He imdiately stuck his head out the window, and the sight that greeted him was staggering.
A vast sea of trees stretched out before him, picturesque and untouched, with a towering extinct volcano looming in the distance. But among the endless greenery, sothing stood out—a massive, barren clearing with a huge crater in the middle. The sight was completely jarring, like a teorite had crashed into the forest and erased everything in its path. Leorio’s jaw dropped. "Gon, Kurapika, look at that! Doesn’t it look like sothing slamd into the ground over there?"
The three of them stared in shock. Several days later, after overcoming nurous obstacles, Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio finally managed to et up with Killua.
As Killua guided them through his family’s enormous estate, Leorio suddenly pointed to a construction site in the distance, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Hey, what’s up with that?" he asked. "Is your family building sothing there?"
The area was completely torn up—huge craters, shattered ground, deep trenches. But what stood out the most was that it wasn’t random destruction. The damage was lined up in a perfectly straight path. It looked less like a construction project and more like the aftermath of sothing massive plowing through the land. Killua glanced over, hands casually tucked behind his head. "Oh, that?" He shrugged. "That was Larry."
Leorio, Gon, and Kurapika froze. “..Hah??? Larry?!!" The three shouted in unison, their voices filled with disbelief. They couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that Larry was responsible for all of this destruction. Did that an he had been to Killua’s house before they even arrived?
A sudden realization hit Leorio like a punch to the gut. His mind flashed back to the massive crater they had seen from the bus earlier. He swallowed hard and hesitantly asked, "Wait… don’t tell that open space in the woods outside is also—"
"Yeah," Killua answered without even looking. "That was Larry too."
‘Ah???’ The four of them exchanged glances, at a complete loss for words.
Their minds drifted back to the Hunter Exam, where Larry had casually obliterated the Trick Tower. A single thought echoed between them. ‘Wherever Larry goes… he destroys sothing.’ Larry had no idea that he had just unknowingly earned the title of "Destroyer."
At the mont, he was far away, standing before the Sky Arena. It was located on an island off the coast of the Republic of Padokea, while the Zoldyck family’s Kukuroo Mountain was situated deep in the mainland to the west. The two locations were practically on opposite ends of the region. Standing in front of the towering structure, Larry tilted his head back, taking in its sheer size.
Sky Arena wasn’t a simple skyscraper—it had a unique tiered design. Rather than being a single, straight tower, it had platforms jutting out at various heights. Those platforms served as battle arenas for the competitors. Known as "The Sacred Land of Warriors" and "The cca of Martial Arts," the Sky Arena was the ultimate battleground for fighters.
But for Larry, it was sothing even better— A grinding zone. This place generated strong opponents. It was practically an endless source of experience. More than one billion spectators watched Sky Arena matches worldwide each year, and over four thousand challengers registered daily. It was no surprise that when Larry arrived, there was already a massive line at the registration desk.
Seeing the long queue stretching ahead of him, Larry frowned. ‘Why are there so many people?’
At this rate, it felt like he was lining up for so free giveaway event rather than a martial arts tournant. Because of the generous rewards, Sky Arena attracted a flood of competitors every day—most of them nobodies hoping to get lucky. But Larry didn’t feel like waiting.
With a simple thought, he used Telekinesis. The crowd instinctively moved aside, parting in perfect formation to clear a path for him. No one resisted. No one questioned it. If there were any Nen users present, they would have seen a faint pink aura enveloping the people in line—proof that Larry had subtly manipulated their minds through Ren and Ko.
Without wasting ti, Larry strolled forward, filled out the registration form, and signed the life-and-death waiver. Sky Arena had a strict rule—fighters had to acknowledge that death in the ring was their own responsibility. The officials wouldn’t be held accountable.
In reality, Sky Arena was nothing more than a legalized underground fight club wrapped in a polished, professional image. It branded itself as "The Holy Land of Martial Arts," but in truth, most people ca here for fa and fortune.
Only a handful of warriors sought the genuine challenge of battling stronger opponents to improve themselves. After completing his registration, Larry received his competitor number—777. Because so many people signed up daily, the numbers were refreshed every morning, assigned in the order of registration.
As Larry stepped away, the mont he left the registration area, everyone who had been frozen in place snapped back to reality. Confused murmurs filled the air as they glanced around, struggling to process what had just happened. A few started whispering to each other, and before long, rumors began spreading— A strange phenonon had occurred. A "force" had moved people aside without them realizing it. An urban legend was born right there.
Inside the waiting room, Larry casually glanced at the other competitors. ‘Weaklings.’ Just as he expected, most of them weren’t worth his ti.
Before long, the loudspeaker crackled to life, calling out his number. "Contestant 777, please proceed to the stage."
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