Generally speaking, a single fighter can only participate in a maximum of two matches per day in the Sky Arena system, a rule consistent with the "registered fighter scheduling limit" described in the upper-floor regulations seen in the Hunter Association–monitored arenas.
In other words, if one wanted to climb from the lower floors all the way to the 200th floor purely through continuous victories, it would take at least eight days under ideal conditions, assuming no delays, no opponent refusals, and no forced rescheduling.
"DOWN! He can't get up! Winner! Rimo!!"
Another opponent was cleanly sent flying off the arena by Rimo's casual strike.
Unlike the opening match where he had flattened the bald fighter's skull with a single decisive blow, Rimo rarely escalated his force afterward.
Except for that first opponent, he had never once actively pursued lethal outcomes.
After all, there were not many fools bold enough to openly provoke him again.
Most fighters in the Sky Arena especially those who had passed the 100th floor and unknowingly brushed against Nen awakening conditions like Ten and Ren were not reckless idiots. They understood the gap in strength.
Only the lowest-tier opportunists would attempt meaningless provocation.
And as always, the more ignorant the person, the more arrogant their behavior becomes.
Since these opponents did not actively provoke him, Rimo naturally had no reason to kill them. After all, crushing a skull or detonating someone's head with Nen-infused force would only dirty his hands unnecessarily.
Seeing the opponent thrown out of the ring, the referee quickly jogged forward and made the official judgment gesture.
"Winner Rimo!"
Outside the arena, the commentator immediately followed up:
"This is Rimo's 14th consecutive victory in seven days without receiving a single injury! The rising fighter known as 'Slap Rimo' continues his unstoppable climb! Just how far can he go toward the 200th floor? Who can possibly stop him?!"
As Rimo turned away from the arena, the commentator also delivered a final excited summary.
At this point, Rimo had already reached the 170th floor. Under normal circumstances, reaching the 200th floor tomorrow was almost certain.
The Sky Arena had even given him a ridiculous nickname something like "Slap Rimo."
It gave him a slight headache.
He didn't mind being recognized, but such an unsophisticated label felt unnecessary.
He had heard before that even Uvogin one of the few fighters known to come from the brutal undercity of Meteor City and a confirmed Nen user had been given something like "One Punch Man" as a nickname in fan circles.
Compared to that, his own title felt even worse.
"Hoohoo Master won again!"
From the player tunnel, Nion waved excitedly the moment she saw him.
Even though she already expected victory every time, she still enjoyed celebrating it.
After all, when Rimo was in a good mood, he occasionally prepared snacks for her.
Rimo glanced at her lightly, then flicked his fingers.
A small dessert appeared in his hand transformed from his storage space and he tossed it to her.
"Stop spinning around. You're making me dizzy."
"Hehe! Thank you, Master!"
Nion happily grabbed it and started eating.
Rimo watched her briefly, then turned away.
"Let's go."
He led her toward the exit corridor.
At that moment, several Sky Arena media reporters had already blocked the exit.
As soon as Rimo appeared, they surged forward.
"Mr. Rimo! How are you feeling after another victory?"
"Do you have confidence in your next match?"
"Is it true you plan to reach the 200th floor undefeated?"
"Your next opponent might be Bart, who claimed you're overrated. Any response?"
Flashlights and microphones pressed forward like a swarm.
Rimo didn't stop walking.
"No comment."
He lifted Nion and vanished instantly using high-speed movement techniques enhanced by aura flow control, leaving only a faint distortion in the air.
The reporters froze.
This had become routine.
Ever since he crossed the 100th floor threshold, Sky Arena media had been tracking him aggressively. The organization itself was one of the most commercially powerful fighting networks in the world, complete with broadcast rights, sponsorship systems, and global entertainment pipelines built entirely around combat events.
Because of that, reporters were effectively granted access privileges throughout most fighter zones.
They often waited directly at exits for immediate interviews.
And Rimo one of the most popular rising fighters in recent years had naturally become a prime target.
Since his ascent past the 100th floor, his popularity had only increased.
Fortunately, Sky Arena rules prevented reporters from entering rest zones freely, so Rimo didn't bother actively evading them.
He simply ignored them when necessary.
Initially, he had worried his rising fame might attract attention from Uvogin or Machi.
He had even tested the idea indirectly.
Unexpectedly, both of them showed zero interest in media coverage.
Uvogin, in particular, was already operating at a level where ordinary 200th-floor fighters posed no threat, his raw physical Nen output resembling pure enhancement-type domination typical of Meteor City survivors.
For someone like him, training mattered more than information.
Machi, on the other hand, was different.
At lower floors, her precision Nen control gave her an advantage, but on the 200th floor, opponents began to match or surpass her in raw aura output.
Even though she still won, the pressure was clearly increasing.
Unlike direct combatants, Machi specialized in fine Nen manipulation threads, micro-control, and precision binding techniques. But Sky Arena's flat, obstacle-free arenas reduced her advantages significantly.
So she withdrew into focused training, similar to how she had originally honed herself in Meteor City.
As for the rest of the world, she remained unaware of Rimo's growing fame and escalating attention.
The reporters, realizing Rimo had escaped again, shouted in frustration.
"He disappeared again!"
"Damn it…"
One rookie reporter asked confusedly, "Shouldn't we chase him?"
An older reporter rolled his eyes.
"This is your first time covering 'Slap Rimo'? You think you can catch someone like that with ordinary legs? Just take photos and write your report properly."
Then he added, more seriously:
"And if you captured that little girl with him delete it immediately. Don't mention her in any report."
The newcomer blinked.
"Why?"
The veteran didn't answer directly, only glanced at him.
Because there had already been an incident.
A previous group of reporters had written an inappropriate article involving Nion. The next day, their entire office was wiped out no survivors, no witnesses, bodies destroyed beyond recognition, identical in brutality to Rimo's earlier bald-fighter kill on the first floor.
No evidence remained. No Nen traces were detected.
Just silence.
The case was quietly buried.
Since then, every journalist in the Sky Arena had reached an unspoken agreement:
Do not touch the girl.
And praise Rimo instead.
Even the Sky Arena management had begun treating Rimo as a rising promotional pillar similar to future "arena celebrities" who were used as branding symbols for the organization.
No one wanted to risk antagonizing him over a minor report.
Especially not for a child.
As Rimo left, holding Nion, the Sky Arena's night cycle continued turning.
Another victory had been added.
And tomorrow, the climb toward the 200th floor would continue.
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