The referee, who had been frozen in terror, finally snapped back to reality and quickly rushed forward. With a shaking hand, he checked Bruce's condition. A weak pulse. Broken ribs. Massive internal damage. Alive—but barely. Swallowing hard, the referee didn't even hesitate before raising his hand. "The winner of this match—LARRY!"
From her spot in the audience, Biscuit folded her arms and smirked. "So, that's how it is… you're done playing around." Unlike the roaring crowd, she wasn't surprised in the slightest. The match had ended the moment it began. "Not bad," she admitted. "It's about time you showed something new."
Even Gon and Killua, who knew what Larry was capable of, couldn't help but grin. "That's the Larry I know," Killua smirked.
Gon clenched his fists, eyes shining with admiration. "One day... I'll reach that level too!"
In vip seating zone, Netero leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. "Hoh… now that's something." He let out a deep, satisfied laugh. "It's been a while since I've seen raw power like that. What a monster."
At the Zoldyck mansion, Maha sat in silence, watching the broadcast. His cloudy, ancient eyes flickered with rare amusement. "He has grown… but this is just the beginning."
Medics rushed onto the stage, loading Bruce onto a stretcher. His consciousness flickered in and out. His ears rang. His body felt like it had been hit by a train. Even as he was being carried away, Bruce's mind was in shambles. 'How…How could this be possible?' He had spent years honing his Nen ability, refining his skill. But Larry…Larry easily beat him down. Crushing him easily. Bruce barely had time to dwell on it before darkness overtook him. He passed out.
Larry stood alone in the center of the ring. For the first time, he had fought without using Pokémon. For the first time, he had tested his new Fusion ability.
And the results? Overwhelming.
Larry glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he felt the flow of pure, condensed aura. He was satisfied. Turning away from the wreckage of the battlefield, Larry walked off the stage, leaving behind a moment that would be remembered forever. The Sky Arena had just witnessed the rise of a true Invincible.
His battles dominated TV screens. People couldn't believe what they were watching— One man destroying an entire stage with a single attack. It didn't seem humanly possible. And yet, there it was—the proof. Even experienced Nen users across the world were stunned.
In the northwest region of the Ochima Federation, near the famous Ruins, a certain group of three stood frozen in front of a shop's TV display. Onscreen, the footage of Larry's final battle played on repeat. "Brother, sister, did you see that?! It's Larry!!" A hip-hop-styled man excitedly pointed at the screen.
Beside him, a woman in leather gear and a man in glasses stared, eyes filled with shock. They never expected to see their benefactor like this.
Watching Larry obliterate the arena with a single attack, the bespectacled man couldn't help but sigh, his expression mixed with awe and helplessness. "There's nothing we can do to repay him now... our strength means nothing." What they didn't know was that, in the future, they would repay him—just not in the way they imagined.
By Sky Arena's official rules, a challenger doesn't automatically take the title of a defeated Floor Master. Even if the opponent was Bruce, the previous champion. Larry's Host Challenge wasn't a formal competition, he was technically just a visitor. But— The officials couldn't ignore reality. Larry had brought in more wealth and attention than any competitor in history.
The entire world was watching. The audience, the fans, the sponsors, and even the Sky Arena executives had become Larry's biggest supporters. So, with overwhelming pressure from both inside and outside the arena— Sky Arena announced it officially, "Invincible" Larry is the new top Floor Master!
Larry hadn't even considered taking Bruce's position. To him, defeating someone was enough to prove his superiority. Yet, the officials themselves insisted. With Bruce gone, the position vacant, and no challenger daring to step forward—Larry wasn't just the top Floor Master. He was declared the STRONGEST Floor Master in the history of Sky Arena!
His dominance was absolute. For the first time ever, a Floor Master was not just the highest-ranked—but uncontested. The title became synonymous with his name. No one could dispute it—Larry was the King of Sky Arena.
Even with his newfound status, Larry didn't stay long. While fans crowded the Sky Arena, hoping to catch a glimpse of him—Larry was already gone. His journey had moved on. His next destination? A rendezvous with a certain fruit farmer who had asked for his help.
The favor Hisoka had requested back in the Sky Arena was now due. The request was simple—Larry would assist Hisoka against the spider. Of course, Hisoka would be the one doing the fighting. If only Menchi knew, he was the source of all her bad feelings.
But of course, nothing came for free. In exchange, Hisoka would provide Larry with information on the Dark Sonata within a year. That was the deal. And with that, Larry's next journey began.
***
The midday sun hung high over the quiet forest, but the serenity was broken by the sound of rustling leaves. Something—or someone—was moving. Hisoka moved naturally through the dense foliage, his usual leisurely pace unchanged. Yet, despite his relaxed demeanor, his eyes gleamed with anticipation.
The thought of facing Omokage —the former No. 4 of the Phantom Troupe—sent a delightful shiver down his spine. "I hope he won't disappoint me~"
Next to him, Arcanine ran steadily, its broad, muscular frame moving effortlessly through the terrain. And lying atop its back, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun, was the one person everyone in the world wanted to see— Larry.
With one arm resting behind his head, he gazed lazily at the endless blue sky above. They had taken an airship from Sky Arena, but the closest stop had left them with some ground to cover. For Hisoka, the journey on foot was nothing more than an opportunity to savor the tension before the battle.
For Larry— "Why walk when you have a perfectly good mount?" The soft, warm fur beneath him made for a comfortable ride, and Arcanine's speed was unmatched. As they moved closer to their destination, Larry's thoughts drifted to the mission ahead.
Omokage—the original No. 4 of the Phantom Troupe. Officially, he had been expelled, erased from the group's ranks as if he had never existed. But Hisoka, ever meticulous, wasn't fooled. Omokage hadn't simply disappeared—he had staged his own death, attempting to erase his past and vanish from the Troupe's reach.
A clever trick, but not clever enough. Hisoka had already seen through the deception. That meant only one thing—Omokage was now nothing more than a spare fruit waiting to be plucked.