Oboro, on the other hand, landed lightly, even with his hands still in his pockets.
He didn't do anything, just jumped, swept, and did it all in one go.
That's all...
But the fat man couldn't react.
"Woo woo woo..."
The arena's sound system emitted a piercing busy tone, and the bespectacled host was stunned, forgetting to commentate.
Too fast!
Canby flew away almost at the same second the referee blew the whistle.
No one saw what happened.
Most importantly... this wasn't the script everyone expected...
The arena fell into a brief silence.
"You can announce the results now."
Oboro said to the stunned referee a few meters away.
"Uh... The winner is, Oboro!"
The referee came back to his senses and immediately shouted.
"Aaaaaah!"
"Something happened, something big happened!"
"Oh my god! Unbelievable! Our Contestant Canby was knocked away in an instant..."
The bespectacled man roared with excitement, but saw Oboro, who had come down from the stage, not returning to the passage, but walking towards the commentary booth.
The bespectacled man saw Oboro's indifferent expression, and his heart jumped for no reason, feeling uneasy.
"What's your name?"
Oboro came to the male host and asked.
"Dan... Just call me Dan."
The bespectacled man's tone trembled a little.
"Your attitude and passion in commentating are very good, but you're biased. I hope you improve." Oboro suddenly smiled, said, then patted Dan's shoulder and turned to walk away.
Dan's mind was a little blank.
He watched Oboro slowly disappear...
After a sigh of relief, he realized that he didn't seem to understand Oboro's lesson, but instead felt that Oboro was praising him and complimenting his commentary.
His microphone voice immediately became more powerful!
"Contestant number 957, Oboro! Please remember him... A dark horse! A rising star who may cause a storm in the Heavens Arena!"
"So strong..."
"Terrifying strength... Canby was defeated, how many floors can this Oboro climb? Fifty floors... or a hundred floors..."
"We need to pay close attention!"
The audience also began to discuss.
Some of them even took out notebooks and started taking notes.
They were all informants sent by various casinos, in order to set up odds and make a fortune based on analyzed information and data before the general public heard of a certain contestant.
A week later, the arena on the forty-ninth floor of the Heavens Arena was packed with people.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Let us welcome the two contestants who will be fighting next with warm applause... They are, Oboro, the 'Working Knight' who has been in the limelight recently and has achieved a record of thirty-three consecutive victories without a single defeat, and our veteran fighter, 'Wind Walker', Youths, Gary Youths, who has always been strong on the 40th to 50th floors of the arena!"
An old man with white hair shouted passionately, and the microphone that echoed through the hall caused the audience to cheer like a tidal wave.
"First, what we see... is Contestant Oboro... That's right, he is still wearing his armor that symbolizes a knight, a white shirt and simple suit pants and leather shoes. I'm here to explain to the audience in front of the TV that this Contestant Oboro completed a terrifying springboard promotion in just ten days before and after registering at our Heavens Arena. Without exception, all of his opponents couldn't last more than one move. With the advantage of ending the match in an average of two seconds, he broke the record of our Heavens Arena since its creation."
"Will he be able to continue the miracle today... Let's wait and see!"
"It is worth mentioning here that our Contestant Oboro seems to have originally been an ordinary office worker who came to the Heavens Arena in pursuit of prize money! Recently, the attendance rate for his matches has been very high, which shows the popularity of our Contestant Oboro! And most of the audience and fans who support him are male, and they are also office workers... According to our prior investigation, the appearance of Contestant Oboro has added a different kind of style to the arena. Office workers regard him as a spiritual leader and treat him as an idol... That's why he has the nickname of Working Knight."
"..."
Oboro slowly stepped into the arena, his expression very calm.
He was too lazy to complain in his heart.
He went from one match a day at the beginning, to two or three matches a day... As the number of victories increased, according to the rules, he could apply to challenge higher floors. And his ability to instantly end the match also attracted the attention of executives and some viewers...
Also, in the original story, after the match, the referee would assign floors based on the contestant's strength. For example, Gon and Killua were directly assigned to the 50th floor.
Oboro didn't enjoy this treatment. Not only him, but most of the contestants were like this.
They could only take the initiative to apply to the higher floors.
The current rules of the Heavens Arena are still somewhat different from those eight years later.
A new face like him, once he shows super strength, will be 'promoted'. At the same time... the higher the floor, the different the exposure.
It seems that there is live coverage on local TV stations after reaching the twentieth floor...
In short, the Heavens Arena is intentionally promoting him.
However... Oboro didn't expect such a low nickname as Working Knight, and he didn't even know... where the rumor that he was an office worker came from.
The rumors are getting more and more outrageous...
Recently, some people have indeed started asking him for autographs, um... all male compatriots.
"Rookie... Your winning streak ends here. I've watched your match videos... Although... cough cough cough, I can't see anything... But you have to understand that none of the opponents you've encountered before are famous... But I'm different. I can always stay on the 50th floor of the arena without being eliminated..."
Opposite him, Youths, Gary Youths, the Wind Walker with slicked-back hair and a powdered face, pointed at Oboro and said spiritedly.
This person's dress is completely different from that of a fighter, more like a playboy.
"Yes yes yes... I know."
Oboro didn't want to listen to him rambling. Almost every opponent he met liked to say a few flirty words before the fight, and he didn't know why.
"You!"
Seeing Oboro being so arrogant, the playboy's forehead bulged with veins.
"Let's start."
Oboro looked at the referee.
Beep...
The whistle blew.
Oboro put his hands in his pockets and stood still.
Youths, on the other hand, jumped back like a grasshopper in an instant.
Then, he began to dash around Oboro, his position sometimes left and sometimes right, flipping or rolling, extremely agile.
"It's Youths' footwork... his famous stunt! As we all know, Contestant Youths has extremely fast body speed, outstanding reaction, and is good at defensive counterattacks. His previous opponents were often defeated by him finding gaps at the moment when their attacks missed!"
"What to do! How should Contestant Oboro respond?"
The host shouted.
"Three seconds... Three seconds have passed... Contestant Youths has successfully dragged the match to the fourth second!"
"Hahaha... How is it? I'm not one of those clumsy guys. As long as you can't catch me, you can forget about winning the match! Even if you attack, I can react... Bang!"
The playboy had just shouted a few words, and before he finished speaking, suddenly, everything went black before his eyes.
Then, Oboro casually took out a hand from his pocket, raised his fist, and accurately hit the former's nose.
At that moment, the sound of bones cracking rang out.
Youths was immediately disfigured, blood spurted from his mouth, mixed with a few broken teeth...
The man flipped a few times in the air, crashed to the ground under the arena, his limbs limp, and his life was uncertain.
"Tsk... Can't you just be quiet..."
Oboro shook his hand indifferently, complained, put it back in his pocket, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the arena.
Boom!
Then, the arena was filled with cheers.
"Ooooooh!!"
The host let out a long roar, "It's the same familiar scene, the same familiar feeling... The winner is still Contestant Oboro! He is continuing his legend... Who can stop this terrifying newcomer..."
"Knight!"
"Knight!"
The audience also shouted in unison.
It was Oboro's fan group, a group of single office workers.
"No... This title... needs to be changed."
Oboro frowned as he listened to the shouts that were about to break the dome before returning to the rest room from the passage.
...
"Let us welcome the 'Suit Thug'... Contestant Oboro!!"
The next day, after he applied to the department head, the host changed his wording when introducing him.
In this match, he was still 'coasting'.
The low-level arena didn't interest him.
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