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THE FIGHTER LET OUT A GUTTURAL GRUNT AS HIS BODY crumpled to the ground, defeated by the lightning-fast strike of Killua. "Killua defeats another opponent with one chop for a knockout win," the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, declaring Killua the victor with a knockout blow. But the action didn't stop there - the camera panned over to Gon, who was in the midst of his own battle. "Gon has knocked down another opponent with a single push! Each of them has won six consecutive matches over the past three days, and they reach the hundreds without even a scratch to show for it!"
"Killua's chop and Gon's push. They seem unstoppable but can they keep it up? But the real question is, who, if anyone, can stop them?" the woman reported, edging on the crowd as they erupt in cheers and groans.
As the matches came to a close, Gon and Killua regrouped on the sidelines, but something was amiss. They quickly realized that they were missing someone. "Where is Y/N?" Gon wondered out loud.
"Need to ask? Pfft, come on!" scoffed the silver-haired boy as he dragged his companion towards the area where their missing friend was last seen. They took their seats in the stands and peered down into the ring, where a fierce battle was about to start. A battered girl was holding her own against a hulking behemoth three times her size.
Killua slumped back into his chair with a sigh of relief. "Phew, looks like we made it in time."
The announcer's voice boomed through the stadium, "It's [Y/N] versus the Boulder!" The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and jeers, each person rooting for their favorite fighter.
"Take her down boulder!"
"It's about time she gets sent back to kindergarten!"
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Mess her up!"
Because they all lacked originality in their insults, [Y/N] feigned exacerbation at their remarks. She gave them a finger and smiled at the crowd, which made them even more enraged.
"Let me in there!" yelled a man, his eyes wild with excitement as he attempted to jump over the enclosure separating the spectators from the fighters. But before security could even be called, Killua, the silver-haired boy, had already grabbed the man's arm and pulled him back into his seat. With an evil grin, he taunted the man, "If you're looking for a fight, you can fight me." The air was thick with his ominous stench.
The man's face paled as he realized who had come to confront him. He tried to play it cool, insisting, "I was just joking. I wasn't going to do anything."
