Hisoka Heavens Arena Novels & Stories

Harvey looked at this, somewhat speechless. The mix of modern technology and classic martial arts made him feel like he was in the wrong time and space. Before any of them could react, the military helicopter hovered right above their head, the black Gatling gun aimed downward. It was slowly spinning, but there were no bullets out yet. The 3 elites from Earth Hall couldn’t compare to how intimidating it was. "We are from Grand City's Heaven Hall!" A cold voice came from above. "This matter is now under the jurisdiction of Heaven Hall. All of you down there, put down your weapons or we will kill you!"

The deafening cheers and murmurs from the spectators heightened his anxiety, and the weight of the unforeseen challenge pressed upon his young shoulders. The arena, once a place of staged glory and carefully orchestrated battles, now stood as a canvas for forces unseen and ambitions beyond the control of its participants. The clash between Helios and Alcides loomed, promising an unprecedented spectacle that would echo far beyond the confines of the House of Decimus.

“Yes, we won.” As if released from a spell, Stratin slumped to the ground in relief. Ahead of them Fyodan approached. Behind them, Moss lumbered along damaged bones no doubt mending themselves. The amount of reia required to create, and operate such an arena needed to be greatly vast. Here, unlike the arena used for the winter hall fest, death was not circumvented. But a vast room that could heal wounds on the scale of even broken bones in mere minutes was powerful… too powerful.

The fight was intense, between a large cyclops monster and a very angry looking basilisk. It wasn’t a very long fight; the basilisk had easily coiled around the cyclops and squeezed the life out of it. Blood from the cyclops would have splattered the audience had it not been for the large dome like structure surrounding the arena. Before the basilisk could leave the arena, the com system in the room turned on with a loud beep. A loud voice over the intercom hissed as it spoke “Number seven hundred, please report to the arena waiting room.”

“Can’t I just have one day without that percentage label?” “Ask your Alpha. He gave me direct orders to drag you down to the basement today,” Winona replied mercilessly. Their training took place in a room buried deep beneath the healing pavilion. The walls were made of White Chalcedony stone, capable of balancing energy and bringing good fortune so that Seara’s training wouldn’t be detected by the Elder Stroud faction, who were on the hunt for her mistakes. “Sit!” Winona commanded. “Vis Sanatrix isn’t just healing magic. It’s a manifestation of your soul. If your soul is chaotic, your power will become poison.”

"I hereby announce the start of the Grandiuno Sect Tournament!" The toll of a loud bell then spread throughout the entire Grandiuno Sect, and immediately nearly a thousand huge arenas descended from the sky and remained suspended in mid-air. Those arenas had materialized via Oskar's wielding of the power of heaven and earth. They ensured that all spiritual energy of the contestants within the arena would not spill over to the outside world, curbing the repercussions of a battle between level nine supreme saints! Only then can all contestants be able to perform to their full potential. As soon as those arenas appeared, Severin sensed the power of heaven and earth emerging from them. He could

Lunch and Gold Ichor The private alcove on the top floor of the cafeteria was warded—thick shadow veils from Liora, kinetic barriers from Ravenna, data dampeners from Seraphina, and Celeste’s own Daywalker sunlight weave sealing the edges. No sound leaked out. No Fang camera could pierce it.

The Imperator began its bombardment again but couldn’t rotate its next broadside to fire since its tracks were destroyed. “Stay together!” Raja bellowed. “No matter what happens, we must stay together!” While our morale remained high, Masaru’s patience had been burst. “Bah! We need to end this quickly.” He turned to his brother. “We must destroy the heaven stone.” “It’s over there.” Hikaru pointed at the destroyed guildhall. Altogether, they flew toward the basement. “They’re in,” Brock exclaimed. “Retreat!” Chief Bess roared. “Everyone, retreat!”

Ahn decided to meet Minhu and Jaemin directly at the old mansion. The fight was going to take place in the fighting arena behind Main mansion. This arena was made exactly for such purpose. Unlike the boxing ring and sophisticated highly developed and modern area like at Ahn's place. This arena was designed to hold a fight in a condition which mimics war. The only difference was the presence of seats for the judges, and spectators. The ground was not layered out and was filled with gravel and natural earthen surface. It was a large circle surrounded by sitting area much like how we see in a normal cricket or football stadium.

Aria asked. "That's right." Yuria said as she recovered from her shock. Sykh lowered his head. "The – " he said and mouthed. They brought Hail to 'that' place – a mysterious and inexplicable place that has an altar.