In terms of pure physical strength and attributes, there were very few who could catch his eye.
With low physical strength, let alone being able to display any fighting skills or martial arts that he would care about...
In this way, Oboro continued to win, winning like crazy.
In order to attract traffic, the officials of the Heavens Arena also created an image of him that tended to be a 'legend', and spared no effort to promote him... As for the competition rules, they also treated him specially, allowing Oboro to challenge higher floors.
Promoting one floor at a time wasn't exciting for the audience, and there wasn't much suspense.
For example, jumping from the 70th floor to the 100th floor at once would undoubtedly mean that the fighter's level was not the same, and it was a question whether Oboro could continue his winning streak.
The Heavens Arena accurately grasped the psychology that the audience needed...
In half a month, Oboro unprecedentedly soared to the 150th floor like a rocket.
Every day's schedule was also full, and his matches were basically packed, completely sold out.
The name of the Suit Thug also became completely famous.
It could be considered a solution to Oboro's worry... At least he wasn't called the Working Knight anymore.
And after reaching the 150th floor, the Heavens Arena changed its plan for him... The opponents they arranged for him were all the strongest in the same floor, and they hyped it up in advance. Not only did the ticket prices increase several times, but the matches were also scheduled for prime time, only one match a day, and no more were added.
The next day, in Oboro's luxurious suite where he lived alone.
The arena staff brought him the information on his next opponent.
Oboro is now a big celebrity in the Heavens Arena... Even the posters and TV screens in the hall are mainly about him.
"Thank you."
Oboro took the documents.
The staff nodded and turned to leave.
After the person left, Oboro casually threw the documents on the table, uninterested.
You know, in the original story, Killua and Gon used hand chops and palm thrusts respectively to solve opponents below the 180th floor... The sensation it caused was no less than what he was experiencing now.
Of course, it's not to say that the fighters in the Heavens Arena are weak, but that the two protagonists were already strong at the time.
Even more terrifying... was the talent and aura of the two little guys.
Oboro stretched lazily, preparing to pick up his clothes and go out for a walk... During this time, in addition to the matches, he was also inquiring about some local famous casinos and information about his betting pools.
Because he had been winning all the time, his odds were so low that they were scary, and there was almost no profit to be made.
Oboro didn't plan to start being the bookmaker himself now.
"Hmm?"
Thinking this, just as he was about to leave, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a data sheet that had fallen on the floor from the documents on the table.
There was a photo and a name on the white paper.
Wing!
Oboro's expression changed slightly. He picked up the paper and examined it carefully.
The young man in the photo was wearing glasses, a loose shirt, and had a warm smile on his face.
The information said that this person had climbed up one floor at a time, taking more than three months in total. Before the 100th floor, the length of time to end the match was very fast. After the 100th floor, it seemed to be a bit difficult, and he had a loss on the 149th floor. After reaching the 150th floor, he stopped... and faced challengers as the floor master.
Obviously, he was also a dark horse, but he wasn't as violent as Oboro, always killing his opponents in seconds... There wasn't much hype, so... he wasn't promoted by the Heavens Arena.
Countless fighters pour into the Heavens Arena every day... There are also many people who maintain a winning streak. Unless they can be like Oboro, with every match being a crushing victory... otherwise, it is too difficult to stand out.
In addition, don't think that Oboro is famous now, but the Heavens Arena is a cradle for martial artists. What is really attracting attention are the top powerhouses... that is, the experts above the 200th floor. They are the 'stars'.
Oboro can only be considered a phenomenon-level newcomer.
"It really is him!"
After a moment, Oboro put down the paper, his eyes shining, and threw off the clothes he was already holding.
He didn't plan to go out.
Wing... Biscuit's apprentice, the guy who taught Gon and Killua Nen.
He is also a disciple of the Nen style, Shingen-ryu.
"After reaching the 100th floor, the pace of the match obviously slowed down... He's just participating in the official matches within the prescribed time limit in order not to be eliminated. No wonder I haven't heard of him... This is no different from the entertainment industry. Newcomers replace the old, and if you don't show your face for a few days, you can easily be forgotten... Not to mention someone like him..."
Oboro murmured.
Then he walked to the side, picked up the landline, and dialed a number, "Hello, I need the past match videos of Contestant Wing."
Not long after, someone knocked on the door and delivered what Oboro needed.
The efficiency was very high.
Oboro began to play the reels of tapes, observing them.
By night, he had watched them all.
"Wing... his style belongs to the traditional martial arts school, methodical, the moves are a bit rusty, and the timing of the shots is not very mature... Obviously, he had some training before coming to the Heavens Arena... but... it's far from enough."
"After the 100th floor... it can be seen that he is also learning the strengths of various martial arts schools, absorbing experience... The pace slowed down later, and he reappears every once in a while, his growth is very obvious... The reason for slowing down is to integrate... to enrich himself. He must be doing some kind of training within the limited intervals..."
"In that case... Biscuit must be here!"
"He must be a Nen user, but he's not using Nen... He's probably thinking the same as me, just relying on his physical body and martial arts to fight. It's probably Biscuit's request for him!"
"He's only learned Nen... but doesn't have much combat experience?..."
Oboro turned off the TV, holding the remote control in his hand, and narrowed his eyes.
What a coincidence!
"Hehe... I hope you can bring me some fun."
Oboro moved his fingers. Since he met him, it wouldn't be right not to have some fun.
The corners of his mouth turned up in an arc.
At the same time, in another room.
Two people had also watched all of Oboro's match videos.
A blonde girl wearing a fluffy skirt was swinging her feet and sitting on the head of the bed... her expression seemed a bit unsatisfied.
Biscuit held her cheeks in both hands, like a little girl in love, and said, "Great! I didn't expect such an excellent seedling to appear in the Heavens Arena... A valuable rough stone. If it can be properly carved, it might become an incredibly dazzling gem."
After finishing her sigh, she looked at her apprentice Wing, who was standing on the side, and asked with a smile, "What did you see?"
Wing pushed up his glasses and shook his head, "He ends the match too quickly. He defeats his opponents just after the referee blows the whistle... That explosive speed and power... is simply terrifying. As for the rest..."
"Hmm... You're right, his matches are simply using powerful physical strength to attack... with no skill at all." Biscuit nodded, used the remote control to rewind the TV screen, and pressed the pause button, "Look here, his attack uses the explosive power of his lower limbs to accelerate, so that he can instantly get close to his opponent... Look here again, pay attention to his hands... What problems do you see?"
"It seems... that the skin on his hands is a bit rougher? Bigger?" Wing observed for a moment and said tentatively.
"Simply put, this person's body is not at the same level as other fighters, they are two different creatures... Moreover, he must have trained some kind of martial art that uses his palms. Although he is wearing clothes, judging from his swaying body, his flesh and blood are more solidified and powerful... He should also have mastered defensive martial arts similar to the body tempering lineage, but unfortunately, from his appearance until now, no one has been able to force him to use his true means." When it comes to the physical body, Biscuit is an expert.
She can see the problem at a glance.
"Also... he has fought so many matches, and the way he ends the matches and the means he uses are the same... Once or twice is fine, but it still works after using it so many times... Aren't the other fighters wary of him? No... No one wants to lose, and they are not stupid. The matches after the 100th floor show that his opponents have already been on alert... But they are still hit, why?"
Biscuit looked at her apprentice.
"The difference in body... It's the same as an ordinary person facing a bullet. Even if they see it, they can't dodge it due to their own conditions."
Wing thought for a while and gave his answer.
But Biscuit shook her finger, "That's only one of the reasons... You didn't notice the key to the problem."
"Key?"
Wing was stunned.
Biscuit adjusted the playback screen again.
On the TV, Oboro's body speed formed an afterimage, leaving a trailing shadow.
Biscuit stepped forward, pointed to Oboro's blurry shadow, and asked, "You tell me... Within this afterimage that is a few centimeters long, where exactly is his position at this time?"
"According to normal logic, it must be at the very front..."
Wing murmured.
"Take a closer look."
Biscuit didn't mean to explain.
After a while, Wing's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and his pupils shrank.
He couldn't tell...
When his master intentionally or unintentionally blocked Oboro's shadow with her finger... he even felt that there was only one person on the arena.
Oboro didn't exist.
His perception signals... didn't provide any feedback.
"Realized it, right... This Oboro is a master of aura concealment and change. His body is a deadly bullet. Even more deadly is that you can't see this bullet..." Biscuit's gem-colored pupils looked at Oboro in the image with a hint of doubt, "He reminds me of someone, very familiar..."
"Who?"
Wing asked.
"Chairman Netero."
"He's not only hiding his aura, but what's amazing is the change in his aura... You have to know that a person's aura is related to their physique, spirit, life, etc. Hiding aura is a method that can be achieved through training, but... changing it is all-encompassing. It not only requires training, but also exploration, observation, understanding, and perception... experiencing the energy of all living things and understanding the essence of life."
"Even you, Master, can't do it?"
Wing was very surprised.
Biscuit shook her head, "I should be able to, but it would take an extremely long and tedious time... To reach this state, one's mind must be very pure and pursue the ultimate! Of course, this Oboro's level... is far from Chairman Netero's, but at his age, being able to get a glimpse of it is already an incredibly amazing thing!"
Wing swallowed, his mind shaken.
As the successor of Shingen-ryu, he clearly knew what his master's words meant.
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