He withdrew his gaze, Oboro sighed, he really had the mentality of a tourist.
After all, he had only seen it in anime in his previous life, and there was no such visual impact in reality.
With a slight smile, he returned to the hotel.
...
The next morning, he checked out of the hotel, left his residence, and followed the huge crowd into the gate of the Heavens Arena.
As soon as he entered the hall, a roar and a heatwave rushed towards him.
The crowd was crowded... There were long queues in front of each window.
Staff members were constantly guiding and shouting.
Many screens hanging on the walls were playing recent, more famous arena matches.
Some were introducing the rising star fighters who were making a name for themselves, all of whom were the hottest celebrities in the Heavens Arena recently.
The audience and the contestants who wanted to register were separated... Oboro simply stated his intention and was taken to the hall corridor, a relatively deserted corner.
At the end of the passage was a staircase leading to the second floor. After going up, there were several small windows for registration and registration.
Although it was deserted, there were still hundreds of people lined up in front of him...
"It's really popular."
Oboro sighed.
"Brother, did you come to the wrong place? Looking at you... you should go to work in a company... The dog-eat-dog arena is not suitable for you... The guys here eat people and don't spit out bones. A newbie like you has no place to stand."
Suddenly, the person standing behind Oboro poked his shoulder and said mockingly.
Oboro slowly turned around and saw that the person speaking was a tall man over two meters tall, wearing a pair of boxing gloves and with a fierce face. He smiled, "I'm here to earn some extra money..."
Earn some extra money?
The tall man's eyes froze. He thought Oboro was looking down on him, and his expression suddenly sank. He pointed his finger behind him: "Get out of the way, go to the back of the line."
But in the next second, the tall man's eyes suddenly bulged, as if he had been hit hard, he clutched his abdomen and knelt on the ground.
He opened his mouth wide, unable to breathe.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth...
After only a few seconds, he passed out.
"Someone fainted here!"
"Someone come quickly!"
Someone shouted from the back of the line.
Immediately afterwards, several staff members came and carried the tall man away.
Oboro put his hands in his pockets and leisurely moved forward with the team.
Another contestant, who filled the tall man's empty space and got closer, looked at him with a hint of fear.
The man was relatively close and heard and saw the verbal conversation and conflict between the tall man and this 'young office worker'.
Instinct told him that the latter must have attacked the tall man!
But he didn't notice anything... Even in his vision, the guy in front of him had always been facing away from the tall man just now...
"This office worker who looks like he works in some company... is very dangerous."
Thinking of this, the man swallowed and took a step back, keeping a certain distance from Oboro.
Soon, Oboro came to the window, registered to participate, and filled out the form.
It didn't take much time...
Then, according to the assigned number, he found his assigned waiting room and pushed the door open.
He was about to welcome his first arena match.
As soon as he opened the door, the fighters preparing for the match in the room turned their gazes and focused on Oboro.
After seeing his appearance, someone sneered.
The room was very large, containing various areas, including a rest area, a equipment training area, and several TVs that were playing the ongoing arena battles.
Oboro glanced around and found that the seats for people to rest were all taken, and the equipment on the side was also occupied by several guys with fierce faces.
A unremarkable person like him could only find a corner or stand against the wall.
The twenty or thirty people in the room had already potentially formed a food chain.
Among them, some may become opponents... Therefore, there is no need to give them a good face, and everyone doesn't need to be too hypocritical.
Oboro walked to an open space on the side and sat down. Afterwards, other contestants entered the room, and some left after being notified by the staff.
The only thing that remained unchanged was that no matter how the number of people and individuals changed, the strong and the weak could always form two areas.
Oboro was naturally an exception.
Each floor of the Heavens Arena has several arena venues, not just one... Otherwise, with so many newcomers queuing up every day, how long would they have to wait?
The audience can walk around the arena venues at any time, looking for battles or players that they are more interested in... And the lower-level arenas will not receive much publicity and investment.
Only after reaching the fiftieth floor will some emerging stars who have stood out or are more popular be favored by the managers and be widely publicized.
"Number 957, please go to Hall 7 on the first floor to prepare." After waiting for almost two hours, Oboro was about to fall asleep when the loudspeaker in the room finally transmitted a human voice.
957 was him.
Oboro stood up lazily, rubbed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the room.
The staff outside led him to the contestant passage in Hall 7. Oboro glanced at it and found that there were not many spectators in the hall, sparsely populated, maybe a few hundred people...
The total number of spectators that could be accommodated was around several thousand.
The occupancy rate was one-tenth.
Obviously, few viewers are interested in the lower-level fighters.
"The two contestants who will appear next are both newcomers... Number 957, Oboro, and Number 1398, Canby!"
The lights on the arena flickered. With the host's very passionate professional attitude, Oboro and his opponent walked out of different passage corridors and headed to the arena.
"According to the information we have obtained... Contestant Oboro, number 957, does not seem to be a professional fighter... In the registration form, he wrote that he came to participate in martial arts simply for the prize money! I have to say that as a rookie, he has admirable courage!"
"And Contestant Canby, number 1398, I believe some old viewers are familiar with... That's right! Our Contestant Canby was eliminated when he was promoted to the thirty-seventh floor and had to start climbing from the first floor again according to the rules!
Contestant Canby has excellent defense and aggressiveness. His full body of fat creates his excellent defense, and combined with his weight, he can launch a rather dangerous and lethal attack on his opponent...
Contestant Oboro's luck is very bad! His first match is against this powerful fighter... Will Contestant Canby forcefully teach the newcomer a lesson and win the match without any suspense, or will our Contestant Oboro make a comeback and give the audience a surprise... Let's wait and see."
Standing on the arena, Oboro saw his opponent.
A fat man weighing at least 300 pounds, and his height was also terrifying, over two meters!
Like a mountain of meat.
In comparison, he looked lonely, and the contrast between the two sides was very strong.
"It is rare to see a newcomer come on stage wearing a casual suit. It can be seen that our Contestant Oboro should be an office worker... But he is wearing sunglasses, is it to avoid being recognized by his colleagues in the company for his embarrassing appearance later?"
On the other side, the host was still calling out, his tone teasing.
"..."
Oboro glanced at the bespectacled man holding the microphone. What kind of host is this?
His position is a bit unneutral, and it feels like he is singing him down.
Standing in front of him, the fat man Canby fanned his palms, which were as big as cattail fans, clapped them together, making a loud noise, and showed Oboro a fierce and teasing smile: "Lucky!"
"Kid, just admit defeat... Not to mention a rookie like you, even some experienced fighters can only admit defeat when they run into me! I just came down from a high floor and I'm very upset... But I don't want to vent my anger on a newcomer... As long as I hit you once, you'll have to rest in the hospital for at least a few months... You won't even be able to go to work."
"Ooooh! Our Contestant Canby has issued a warning and intimidation to Contestant Oboro, who is a newcomer... How will Contestant Oboro respond? Will he be frightened... or..."
The male host on the side seemed very noisy and shouted again.
Oboro was a little annoyed by the male host's noise, picked his ears, looked at the referee, and urged: "Can we start?"
"Oh my god! Contestant Oboro seems very calm in the face of Contestant Canby's threat, and instead is thinking about the referee... He can't imagine what kind of offensive he will endure next, and what the consequences will be... And Contestant Canby is despised by the rookie, his ferocious expression has revealed the anger in his heart! Yes! He is going to unleash his anger without restraint..."
The host's excited tone made Oboro feel that... he was about to climax.
Is it necessary to be so dedicated and passionate for this kind of low-level competition?
Really...
"Rookie, good luck!"
"If you can last ten seconds, you'll win!"
But I have to say that the host's encouragement is effective... At least, the hundreds of spectators showed anticipation, and some were shouting and cheering for Oboro.
It's just... Oboro could feel that their cheering was out of pity.
And then there was anticipation... To what extent would he be ravaged next.
In general, people who like this kind of exciting hand-to-hand combat have a certain admiration for blood and violence.
The more miserably Oboro is abused, the more it will arouse their excitement.
"Begin!"
The referee's arm fell, and he blew the whistle.
"Rookie! I'm going to crush your head! Let you pay the price for your stupidity... Don't think I'll let..."
"Okay, our Contestant Canby took the lead in launching an offensive against Contestant Oboro."
On the stage, the fat man shouted while charging towards Oboro like a tank. The force of his running caused the stage to tremble slightly.
Downstage, the bespectacled man also stood up, rendering the atmosphere.
The two voices were almost intertwined at the same time.
Then, before the two finished speaking.
A sudden change occurred.
The fat man Canby was still running when the man who should have been in front of him suddenly disappeared from his vision.
Bang!
In the next second, a foot suddenly came and kicked him in the abdomen like a flying kick.
The fat man's belly, full of fat, rippled with circles of diffusion. Then... explosive power burst out, Canby's eyes turned white in an instant, and he had lost consciousness before his whole body flew out.
His huge body drew a straight parabola, shot out of the arena, smashed the wall below the audience, and fell into a pile of rubble.
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