Sky Arena, Ring B on the 86th floor.
At this moment, the arena was already packed with spectators eager to witness the match. Such was the influence of the Sky Arena: even an ordinary bout below the 100th floor could fill the venue to capacity.
"Everyone! Thank you for waiting!" the emcee's voice boomed across the arena, full of excitement. The emcees of the Sky Arena were specially trained, able to manipulate the audience's emotions with subtle changes in tone—excited, nervous, amazed. Even a fight between two mediocre fighters could feel thrilling under their narration.
"In the next match, both fighters are super heavyweights, each weighing over 180 kilograms! Both have performed spectacularly on previous floors, jumping directly from the first to the fiftieth!"
"Now, let's show 'Zero Twenty' the big screen. Here's a replay of their previous battles!"
The large screen flickered to life.
"Uvogin's punches hit like a wrecking ball! A single straight right sends opponents flying!"
"As for Aubert, his wrestling skills are exceptional. He can throw a man of equal size to the ground with devastating force, causing serious injury!"
"Their general performance is impressive. Are you all ready to place your bets? Hit the buttons now!"
The crowd erupted, placing bets frantically. Odds flashed on the big screen: Aubert at 1.57 to 1, Uvogin at 2.08 to 1. Some doubted Uvogin's raw strength, trusting Aubert's wrestling instead—a thought that barely registered to the fighter himself, though it was slightly unbearable.
"This round will be three minutes, three rounds, with a point knockdown system," the emcee continued, explaining the match format.
The referees exchanged glances, then clasped their hands. "Go!"
Uvogin lunged forward like a human tank, his aura suffused with raw Nen, bloodthirst radiating off him. Aubert froze, face pale, cold sweat beading his forehead, sensing the oppressive aura of Uvogin's Nen.
"Wait… I vote—" Aubert raised his hands instinctively, but it was too late.
Uvogin's right fist struck. Crack! The sternum shattered audibly, the force radiating outward, cracking ribs like dry wood. Aubert's massive chest caved under the blow, and his body flew out of the ring, slamming into the wall with a resounding thud.
"Critical hit! Plus two points… No, Aubert is done for!" the referee shouted, but when he looked back, Aubert's eyes rolled weakly, chest cavity collapsed. Panic flickered across the referee's face as he adjusted. "Uvogin wins! Victory ticket awarded!"
The crowd erupted. "Amazing! Uvogin!" "One punch, and he's done!" "Damn! Waste of Aubert! Couldn't even resist!"
Betters who sided with Aubert cursed their luck, while Uvogin's supporters celebrated. The contrast of joy and regret revealed the cruelty of human nature.
The emcee, seizing the moment, shouted: "Uvogin wins again with a single punch! Five consecutive victories in three days without injury! One-Punch Uvogin! Who can stop him?"
Uvogin collected the victory ticket, glancing at Aubert's crushed body with indifference. "Thought you were brave, but you didn't resist. Boring…"
He then turned and left the arena. Thanks to Chrollo's warning, he knew the real challenges were above the 200th floor, or he might have walked out in sheer frustration after facing these trivial opponents.
Uvogin ascended to the 90th floor and saw Machi exiting the elevator, just having redeemed her bonus.
"Yo! Machi, you're done too," Uvogin said, handing her the exchanged prize. He couldn't understand why Machi wanted so many rennies. If she needed something, why not take it directly? But if she wanted it legitimately, he would let her.
Machi accepted it calmly, counted it, and nodded. The bonus per layer increased exponentially, a tangible reward for clearing floors.
She handed one of the two Flying Thunder God Kunai from Rimo to Uvogin.
"This is from Rimo," she said.
Uvogin examined it, frowning. "What's this for? A weapon? You know I don't use weapons."
Machi summarized the instructions written by Rimo. "If you face invincible danger, inject your Nen will into this Kunai. Rimo will appear here instantly."
Uvogin's expression shifted subtly. "Ah… a new ability from the deputy commander. He's always thinking ahead—ensuring our safety even on the floors we clear alone. Reliable as ever."
Machi glanced at the Kunai again, a faint smile forming at the corner of her mouth. "Yes. He's always been reliable."
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