Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The urgency imposed by time...

For someone like Moro, who must kill Feitan in ten months, where should he place his focus?

Moro didn't have Gon and Killua's luck—meeting Wing first and then Bisky...

If he could pose this question to Bisky, he'd probably get an immediate answer.

But Moro didn't have Bisky, so he could only rely on himself to figure out the answer.

He wondered if there was any real need to stay and sharpen his skills in the fights below the 200th floor of Heaven's Arena.

The answer was: Yes.

He wasn't lacking money, so there was no need to rush through the floors like Gon and Killua did to quickly reach the 200th floor.

What he lacked was combat experience and knowledge in martial arts.

In fact, compared to the battles above the 200th floor that were heavily Nen-centric, the fights below the 200th floor were where you were more likely to encounter highly skilled martial artists.

Originally—

Moro had come to Heaven's Arena for the Nen users there.

But after seeing an intense fight that could determine both victory and death, his perspective shifted.

Since his rebirth, everything he had done was to lead to one outcome—Feitan's death.

When it came to getting stronger, Moro couldn't ignore Feitan's particular combat style.

So Moro naturally concluded—

Learning how to counter Feitan's speed-based assaults was likely the key to defeating him.

Even if he couldn't yet fully adapt to Feitan's combat style, at the very least, he needed to train himself to see and react to Feitan's lightning-fast sword strikes.

Moro drew from his own thoughts and reached a tentative conclusion.

Without a teacher like Bisky to guide him, he didn't know if his decision was correct.

What he did know was that he had to align his actions with his beliefs—once he chose a direction, he couldn't afford to hesitate.

And the matches in Heaven's Arena…

Would help him address his weaknesses.

"Come at me again."

Moro's thoughts returned to the present as he turned to face the long-haired woman nursing her injured hand.

Hearing Moro's words, the long-haired woman's brow furrowed deeply.

"You…"

She wanted to ask something but stopped herself. Biting her lip, she forced herself to suppress her confusion and the throbbing pain in her hand. She launched another attack toward Moro.

Once again, she relied on her nimble footwork, quickly maneuvering into Moro's blind spot.

"If he's dodging, that means..."

As she struck, she noticed Moro attempting to shift slightly to dodge her. This observation calmed her nerves.

Her strike suddenly changed direction—lowering her hand mid-swing—before slamming into Moro's shoulder.

Boom!

A dull thud echoed through the arena.

Immediately—

Hiss!

The long-haired woman sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of pain surged through her arm. It felt as though she had struck solid iron. Wincing, she quickly withdrew, holding her trembling hand.

So hard...

How could his body be this hard?

Even hardening techniques like "Iron Body" shouldn't make someone's muscles this solid...

A sheen of cold sweat formed on the woman's forehead.

The first time she struck Moro, she'd held back out of concern for his age.

The second time, fully aware of his abilities, she had attacked with full strength.

But ironically, her stronger strike only resulted in more severe backlash.

Holding her now-swollen hand, she felt sure her bones had fractured. Her expression grew grim.

She stared at Moro in disbelief...

Only to see...

He was in deep thought again.

The long-haired woman's face twitched.

Meanwhile, Moro was processing their recent exchange.

Although he hadn't anticipated her sudden change in attack, his Nen had instinctively reacted faster than his body.

However, because he reacted too abruptly, he hadn't controlled the strength of his Nen properly.

As a result, she'd taken more damage than intended.

That wasn't Moro's goal.

He could tell the long-haired woman was trained in martial arts.

Leaving physical strength aside, the way she had deftly moved behind him reminded him of Killua's agility.

Moro wanted to fully experience her attack style during the brief three-minute match, hoping to learn something from it.

But judging by her expression, he might've scared her.

Moro ended his reflection and looked at the long-haired woman, who was now pale and sweating. He said earnestly, "Come at me again. This time, I'll be careful—and I promise I won't hit back."

"…"

The long-haired woman bit her lip in silence.

Her swollen hand made her seriously consider forfeiting.

Yet, Moro's attitude stirred her unwillingness to give up.

In the audience—

Even the experienced referee couldn't hide his surprise at Moro's behavior.

As for the spectators watching the match...

"He's still thinking while fighting...?"

"Does he even take his opponents seriously?"

"He's acting so cocky. I'd wipe the floor with him if he faced me."

The audience whispered among themselves.

Among them, a handsome young man remained silent, his eyes fixed solely on Moro.

Back in the ring—

Moro watched the long-haired woman intently.

She clenched her jaw and, in the end, chose not to give up so easily.

"Hyaaah!"

Abandoning her footwork, she adjusted her breathing and used all her strength, activating every muscle in her body as she closed the gap.

A straight punch!

She assumed a solid stance and drove her fist toward Moro's abdomen.

Moro's eyes dropped slightly, focusing on her punch.

Strength, speed, angle—

Every component was integrated perfectly into that punch. It was sharp yet fluid—a sign of someone who had undergone countless rounds of specialized training.

And yet—

He could see it clearly.

Footwork really does make a difference...

If this punch had been delivered alongside precise footwork, my lack of experience wouldn't have been enough to block it.

In a split second, Moro's thoughts stretched longer than usual, allowing him to reflect deeply.

Then—

Moro raised his hand, palm open, aligning it with her incoming fist.

He deliberately controlled the Nen surrounding his palm.

Thud!

Her fist collided heavily with his palm—but instead of feeling resistance, it was as if her punch had been absorbed by something soft and unyielding, like water.

Moro remained unmoved, while the long-haired woman stood frozen, her punch hanging mid-air.

"You…"

The smooth, almost soothing resistance from Moro's palm left her bewildered.

It felt like she had glimpsed a higher realm of mastery that she couldn't understand.

She slowly raised her eyes to meet Moro's gaze.

To her relief, she didn't see him lost in thought this time—only a serene smile.

"Thank you," Moro said warmly as he withdrew his hand.

I can learn so much from this place.

In that moment, Moro felt absolute certainty.

The long-haired woman opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. Her shoulders slumped as her strength drained away.

"…Referee… I forfeit."

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