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This was the only way Charlotte might have a chance to win. 

Dominica glanced at the spectators' stands. 

Dominica was well aware of the situation in the stands, as well as the capabilities of the Nen users from the Taris Kingdom. From the very beginning, Dominica had prepared for this scenario. 

It was just that Cook hadn't realized it yet. 

That much was an unexpected advantage. 

However, Dominica couldn't count on everyone else remaining unaware. 

"Since it's already begun…" 

"Then I must kill her in the shortest time possible." 

"Fortunately, I've more or less figured out her abilities." 

Dominica's gaze shifted toward Charlotte in the distance. 

A massive amount of aura gathered in Dominica's hands. 

"Quicksand Technique!" 

Dominica slapped both hands onto the ground. In an instant, the earth softened, transforming into loose sand that spread across the arena. The altered terrain made it much harder for Charlotte to move freely. 

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*Boom!* 

The stone pillars on the arena crumbled one by one under Dominica's control. 

Earthen spears floated beside Dominica. 

"Go!" 

Dominica pointed toward Charlotte. 

*Whoosh!* 

The earthen spears shot toward Charlotte, accompanied by the sound of wind tearing. 

Charlotte's expression changed as she desperately tried to dodge. 

But with the altered terrain slowing her down, evading the spears wasn't easy. 

More importantly, Dominica wasn't holding back—this was an all-out attack. 

Dominica knew that once the hastily transformed monsters from the spectators' stands entered the arena, fighting both them and Charlotte at the same time would be far more difficult. 

Shrill screams echoed from the stands. 

Ron noticed black tendrils slithering among the spectators. 

Some wrapped around the necks of the audience members. 

Others pierced directly into their bodies. 

The stands descended into chaos. 

But there was nowhere to run. The more people died, the stronger the black tendrils grew. 

Fear, panic, anger, and despair overwhelmed the crowd. 

"So this is how the monster transformation works?" 

"They gain Nen through death." 

"Indiscriminate attacks." 

"It spreads like a plague." 

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### Chapter 225: Who's Stronger, Hisoka or Chrollo? 

Wendy wanted to intervene. 

But due to the Colosseum's rules, Wendy couldn't act against the events unfolding in the stands. 

She could only watch helplessly as the spectators perished under the seeds of deathly Nen, becoming part of the monsters—just like the people in the small town before them. 

The disheveled middle-aged man glanced at the stands, a faint glimmer of something breaking through the blankness in his eyes. 

Ron withdrew his gaze, the scene before him striking an eerily familiar chord. 

In the original storyline, Hisoka and Chrollo had their fateful battle at the Heaven's Arena. 

Hisoka was undeniably a lunatic, driven by his love for the thrill of combat. 

He sought out worthy opponents, targeting individuals like Kastro, Gon, Killua, Illumi, and Chrollo—people who caught his interest. 

To secure a one-on-one fight with Chrollo, Hisoka went as far as joining the Phantom Troupe, helping them with various tasks, and ultimately betraying them. 

Finally, after the events at Yorknew City, Chrollo agreed to Hisoka's request. 

Once the curse was lifted, Chrollo arrived at the Heaven's Arena. 

As the Floor Master, Chrollo fought Hisoka in an intense battle. 

Chrollo emerged victorious. 

Hisoka died at Chrollo's hands. 

However, using his abilities and pre-arranged preparations, Hisoka managed to restart his heart and breathing, though he was left severely injured. 

That loss left Hisoka deeply dissatisfied. 

Afterward, he targeted ordinary members of the Phantom Troupe for revenge. 

Shalnark and Kortopi fell to Hisoka's ambushes. 

Since he killed them in the restroom, Hisoka even earned the title of "Toilet God of War." 

Hisoka's frustration stemmed from Chrollo's extensive preparations for their battle, where Chrollo borrowed numerous abilities. 

To Hisoka, the fight felt unfair. 

It didn't deliver the spontaneous thrill he craved. 

But in combat, fairness was irrelevant. 

Chrollo excelled at planned battles. 

He would gather intelligence on his opponents, steal abilities using *Skill Hunter*, and use every means at his disposal to secure victory—even turning spectators into human bombs. 

That was Chrollo's way. 

In contrast, Hisoka thrived in unplanned, improvised fights. 

What Hisoka wanted was likely a pure, spontaneous duel with Chrollo. 

But Chrollo had no intention of granting that. 

The Phantom Troupe rarely operated alone; their members seldom found themselves isolated. 

To Chrollo, the situation was simple: 

**"I don't even want to fight you. You're the one begging for this. Fine, I'll agree—but only on my terms. Otherwise, get lost."** 

If Hisoka was dissatisfied, so was Chrollo. 

He didn't want the fight to begin with. 

It was nothing but an unnecessary hassle. 

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Almost everyone in the stands was dead. A massive monster had formed. 

Charlotte's eyes lit up. 

"Come on!" 

At that moment, 

*Thud!* 

An extremely long and thick spear pierced through Charlotte's body, stabbing through her back and impaling her completely. 

Dominica snapped her fingers. 

*Boom!* 

The earthen spear exploded. 

The explosion engulfed Charlotte's body entirely. 

Charlotte was dead. 

Her eyes were wide open, filled with deep unwillingness. 

"Just a little more…" 

But with Charlotte dead, Dominica didn't dare lower her guard. The monster from the stands was already heading toward the arena, its target clearly Dominica. 

"Die!" 

A surge of intense killing intent enveloped Dominica. 

She held a clump of earth in her hand. 

*Crunch!* 

She bit into it fiercely and swallowed it. 

"Once I eat this, my strength will return!" 

However, Ron noticed that Dominica's state was far from her peak. The restorative effect of consuming the earth wasn't as strong as before. 

Over time, Dominica had expended an immense amount of energy. 

From the monster girl in the small town to the human-head balloons in the city—Dominica had been forced to fight continuously. 

If Ron hadn't volunteered to deal with the giant monster fish, Dominica's stamina would have been drained even further. 

Then came this battle: 

Activating the Colosseum of Spirit Nen. 

Fighting Cook and killing him. 

Fighting Charlotte and killing her. 

And now facing the deathly Nen monster. 

Dominica was undeniably strong and adept at endurance battles, but her opponents weren't weak either. After such grueling combat, her stamina had been heavily depleted. 

*Boom!* 

A massive earthen hand appeared, slamming the deathly Nen monster into a pulp. 

A beam of light descended. 

Dominica's figure returned to the contestant area. 

She said nothing, sitting quietly in a corner, closing her eyes to recover as much as possible. 

Across the arena in the opposing contestant area, Crawford and Shusuke Ito paid no attention to Charlotte's death. Their focus was entirely on Dominica. 

"Crawford-senpai, it seems our plan worked." 

"Dominica is heavily drained, her state significantly weakened." 

"It's possible I can secure victory later without needing you to step in, Crawford-senpai." 

Crawford nodded.