Reaching the 200th floor was truly easy for Uvogin.
But the moment he stepped out of the elevator, the calm Ten around his body instantly shifted into a violent Ren.
At the same time, a surge of killing intent exploded outward, crashing straight toward the smiling figure ahead of him.
Arriving on the 200th floor together with Uvogin were Shalnark and Nobunaga. The moment they saw the person waiting for them, their expressions also turned ugly.
The two exchanged a glance and immediately understood each other's meaning:
This wasn't the real Ronin.
It was a clone.
So where was the real Ronin—hiding while controlling the clone?
Under the pressure of that killing intent, Ronin didn't so much as flinch. Even the aura on his body remained at an ordinary Ten.
"Isn't the whole reason you climbed to the 200th floor to kill me on the ring?" Ronin's tone carried a teasing mockery. "So why are you unhappy now that I'm standing right here?"
The more he acted like that, the more Uvogin's anger boiled over.
"You think I won't kill you off the ring?" Uvogin raised his hands and cracked his fingers with loud pops. He stepped forward, looking ready to strike at any moment.
"Heh." Ronin let out a laugh dripping with provocation, then said slowly, "Can you, though? Funny—I remember someone lying on the ground like a dead dog last time, doing nothing but barking in helpless rage."
Uvogin vanished the instant Ronin's words landed.
When he reappeared, he was right in front of Ronin. His massive fist was raised high. He triggered that rapid, localized aura-condensing method of Big Bang Impact, dropping the punch as if he meant to smash Ronin straight through to the floor below.
But Ronin moved faster.
The moment Uvogin disappeared, Ronin's hands had already finished forming seals in front of him.
Water Style: Water Wall!
A waterfall-like stream blasted from Ronin's mouth, forming a liquid barrier in front of him.
Uvogin's fist struck the Water Wall and met endless resistance. His Big Bang Impact felt as if it had been confiscated—unable to unleash its proper power at all.
At the same time, danger surged in Uvogin's gut.
He jerked his head up and saw Ronin leap high behind the cover of the water barrier.
Ronin's right hand formed into a knife-hand, lightning crackling around it. As he fell from above, the blade-like strike swept straight toward Uvogin's face.
Uvogin's heart tightened—but he wasn't afraid.
He exhaled with a shout, pulled his hand out from the Water Wall, and poured even more aura into his fist, then smashed a punch toward the descending Ronin—
Still Big Bang Impact.
It was Uvogin's signature, the technique he trusted most.
As an Enhancer, his training ideal was simple: one force to crush ten techniques—overpower the enemy's attack with something even more violent.
So he couldn't retreat.
Not ever.
The moment he retreated, the fearless momentum inside him would leak out.
And Ronin hadn't shown anything that warranted retreat.
Lightning Style: Dance of 100 Volts (Lightning Oppression Horizontal Chop?)
That was the technique Ronin used.
It wasn't a B-rank jutsu, but a C-rank one.
It was the technique used by the Fourth Raikage A of Kumogakure.
In his youth, A had used it to cleave off the Eight-Tails' left horn in a single strike. Later, in the Five Kage versus Uchiha Madara battle, he'd even used it to crack Madara's early-stage Susanoo.
When Ronin's clone used it here, it couldn't reach the Fourth Raikage's level—yet it still carried an air of unstoppable, armor-splitting force.
Knife-hand and fist collided in midair.
It was like two missiles slamming together—BOOM!—one figure burst apart in the air, while the other stumbled backward several steps, carving a long skid mark into the floor before stopping.
Drops of blood fell to the ground.
Uvogin's lowered fist had been cut—Lightning Release had opened a wound.
It wasn't deep, but it had genuinely pierced Uvogin's defense.
A little over a month.
From being hunted like a rat… to biting back hard enough to draw blood.
Ronin had done it in just one month.
His growth rate was terrifying.
"Damn it! I hope you actually dare to step onto the ring instead of disgusting me with a clone!" Uvogin didn't know where Ronin's true body was hiding. Staring at the empty corridor, his pent-up fury had nowhere to go.
"We should've cut him down earlier," Nobunaga said, even more convinced.
And it still might not be too late.
Uvogin's ring fight could work. If Ronin dared to go on stage in person, Nobunaga wouldn't mind breaking the rules when necessary—turn it into a two-on-one to kill him.
Shalnark would probably approve.
Then it would be three-on-one.
Ronin would die.
"Even if Ronin uses a clone on stage, his real body will definitely be among the spectators," Shalnark said, as if reading Nobunaga's thoughts. "Tell the boss. A lot of people might die then."
Nobunaga instantly understood.
"Not sure if Franklin and Machi can come over. With them, it would be easier," Nobunaga said, pulling out his phone to call for backup.
Whether ganging up was "dishonorable" didn't matter to him.
And calling people wasn't only for killing—it was to stop Ronin from escaping. That endless stream of escape tricks was genuinely troublesome.
While the two spoke quietly, Uvogin was already striding toward the administration desk.
The receptionist smiled professionally. She didn't care what had just happened in the corridor—so long as it didn't involve her, specialists would handle the rest.
A few veteran fighters who had been loitering near the match-declaration counter fled the moment they saw Uvogin—like mice spotting a cat.
Ronin wasn't an "easy target" they could bully. And this monster, aura flaring, rage boiling, looking ready to tear someone apart—no one dared approach.
Uvogin submitted his match declaration smoothly, and the anticipation for the ring fight three days from now only grew.
In three days, he would rip the bastard apart on the ring.
He would start by tearing him open at the mouth, make him watch his own limbs get torn off, and only then gouge out his eyes and crush his skull.
And now, Uvogin was certain: even if Ronin still had trump cards, as long as he dared to step onto the stage, that arena would become his grave.
Nobunaga and Shalnark would not allow him to leave the arena.
After Uvogin and the others left, an ordinary-looking young man entered the 200th floor.
He quickly went to a hidden corner of the corridor where Ronin and Uvogin had fought, felt around, and removed a concealed camera.
Then, near a trash bin in the corridor, he also found a listening device.
Without lingering, the man pocketed the equipment and immediately rode the elevator back down.
Not long after, a video tape and an audio cassette appeared on the desk in Ronin's Room 188.
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