Biscuit suddenly felt a chill run down her spine... Realizing that the man standing in front of her was not ordinary and terrifying.
She had to treat him with caution!
Looking at Biscuit's changed expression, Oboro appeared very calm.
The old woman naturally didn't know his background...
"Don't even mention you, even if Netero came, I could list all his treasures and strip him down to his underwear..."
"Little brat, you really have no manners, hmph!"
Since things had come to this, Biscuit stopped pretending, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily.
Her real age was close to fifty, so it was only natural to call Oboro a little brat.
"Did you come to find out about me?"
Oboro withdrew his aura and walked to the bed on the side, as if preparing to sleep.
"What is your relationship with that guy named Wing?"
Biscuit turned her head, pretending not to want to pay attention to Oboro.
There was no reason for the two to fight.
Mainly... although the old woman was very curious about Oboro and had a desire to know, she disdained fighting Oboro.
After all, the person who would fight Oboro was Wing, not her.
Moreover, the Heavens Arena also had rules and regulations for registered fighters.
At least within the Heavens Arena, deathmatches were strictly prohibited.
As for sparring or fighting... that didn't matter.
Pat pat pat.
Biscuit stomped on the floor, step after step, and walked towards the door.
She was going to leave...
If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that the boy would analyze more information about her and Wing.
She had seen Oboro's cunning and intelligence.
"Are you leaving? Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
Oboro smiled slightly from the bed.
Bang!
What responded to him was the sound of Biscuit slamming the door shut.
After leaving the room, Biscuit, who seemed angry, suddenly had a serious expression and bit her finger: "At the moment I punched, his muscles reacted reflexively, his body tensed, solidified like steel. It's not because of Nen, it's purely an instinct honed from martial arts... Controlling the flow of blood throughout his body, covering every part... In that short breath, the heart's blood supply explosively increased..."
"He sensed the change in my aura, so... he was able to defend in advance."
"I've already tried my best to control my aura very subtly, and he can still detect it..."
"Eighteen years old... His flesh and blood talent is extremely high, but among the people I've met, he can't be considered top-notch. To have this kind of physical fitness at such a young age... The only explanation is that he has an incredibly excellent 'key' to open the body's treasure trove, that is, some kind of training method... Combining this with his martial arts, he must have started cultivating from a young age... A family inheritance? Or... does he belong to some school..."
After thinking for a while, Biscuit returned to Wing's room.
"So fast?!"
Hearing the noise, Wing, who was still watching the match videos over and over again, was a little surprised.
"Withdraw!"
Biscuit looked at her apprentice with a serious expression.
"Huh?"
Wing was puzzled.
"Don't participate in tomorrow's match. You are not his opponent."
"I know..." Wing nodded. The more he studied Oboro's videos, the more he understood how difficult it would be for him to defeat this person.
"However... I wasn't going for victory in the first place. You also said that fighting him would allow me to learn a lot... So, I want to give it a try."
"No way."
Biscuit shook her pigtails, her attitude very firm.
"Why?"
"That kid is more dangerous than I thought... Moreover, he has a bad mind... He's a complete... shameless and cunning bastard. Once you get into the arena, if he causes you irreversible damage, the reason why I brought you to the Heavens Arena for training will be worthless..."
Biscuit's angry appearance made Wing curious about Oboro.
Judging from this... Biscuit seemed to have... suffered a setback?
Wing rarely sees his master have this kind of reaction...
That Oboro... is not ordinary.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Wing smiled gently and adjusted his glasses.
...
In the other room.
Oboro raised the arm that had been injured by Biscuit and recalled the change in aura at the moment the girl attacked him, and said softly: "As expected... Living long is different."
He saw a kind of 'extreme' in Biscuit, this extreme was not strong, but it was very pure!
A 'well-honed' body!
The old woman's training in the body, at least for him at the moment, had a bit of a 'pinnacle' meaning.
It was unlikely that he would reach that level in a short time.
"If she was a mortal enemy, how long could I... last in her hands..."
Oboro narrowed his eyes.
The members of Shingen-ryu are all very upright... Netero and Biscuit are the same, so Oboro wasn't worried about inviting Biscuit into the room. Even if she attacked, he didn't think there would be any danger...
Unless it was under very special circumstances, there generally wouldn't be any accidents.
...
"Ladies and gentlemen! I know everyone has been looking forward to today's match for a long time... One is a terrifying newcomer who is continuing his legend, and the other is a dark horse who has also soared to the 150th floor in a short time..."
"Will the Suit Thug's winning streak continue? Or... will it end here?"
"We see... Contestant Oboro seems to be taking this match very seriously as well. He has changed from his usual white shirt and specially put on a suit jacket, giving people a boss-like feeling... He has even taken off the sunglasses that he usually likes to wear... As if he is serious, and it fits his name of Suit Thug even more."
The next day at noon, the atmosphere in the 150th floor arena was fiery, and the audience was packed, making a sound like a tsunami.
The host was also warming up the atmosphere, commentating non-stop.
Under the square arena, a circle of cameras were set up, all taking pictures of Oboro.
Under the spotlight, only Oboro in a black dress was standing alone, his hands in his pockets.
Wing hadn't appeared in the contestant passage opposite him.
"Huh? Did our Contestant Wing encounter any problems?"
The host was sweating profusely, trying his best to delay the time, until the audience booed, he had no choice but to say a word and quickly contacted the higher-ups.
"Ah... Ladies and gentlemen, we just received the news that Contestant Wing has forfeited the match, so... the winner is our Contestant Oboro!"
Oboro wasn't too surprised after hearing this, he just frowned.
Before reaching the 200th floor, Oboro was originally looking forward to fighting Wing, a character from the story, and a Nen user...
It could be considered adding some spice to the boring schedule. He didn't expect Wing to forfeit and admit defeat.
"It seems to be Biscuit's idea..."
A thought flashed through his mind, and Oboro slowly left.
"Too terrifying... This is our Suit Thug. Even on the 150th floor, his fame is enough to make his opponents tremble with fear..."
Inside the arena, the host was still calling out.
But people around had already started throwing all kinds of garbage onto the field... Boos filled the air.
They bought tickets to see... but they didn't see anything, so naturally they were unhappy.
The match with Wing was just an interlude.
Since the other party had no intention of fighting him, Oboro let it go.
He wasn't interested in people who lost their fighting spirit and didn't even have the courage to challenge themselves...
If it was Hisoka, that madman... Knowing that he would die, he would definitely enjoy the process of killing each other without hesitation.
For some reason, Oboro actually missed Hisoka a bit...
There was a reason why that pervert could become a strong Nen user.
As for Illumi... Although he seemed to be able to do anything for money, if it was a situation where there was only a slim chance of survival, he might not be the same as Hisoka.
Because in Illumi's mind, his own life is always the first priority, and only by living can there be possibilities.
He wouldn't be foolish... This is also the Zoldyck family's creed, as can be seen from his control over Killua later.
Although he wouldn't take too much risk, in Illumi's eyes, there is no goal that cannot be challenged or killed...
If he can't face it head-on, there are other ways to solve it, such as hiring outside help or... some more insidious methods.
He doesn't care about being unscrupulous, as long as he can kill the target, it's the right thing to do.
From this point of view, Illumi actually wouldn't give way to any strong person either, but... he's not as direct as Hisoka.
Of course, this is usually the case. If Illumi's bottom line is touched... it's another matter.
For example... Killua.
"Tsk... I finally came out to relax, why am I thinking about those two... How boring."
On a sunny day, Oboro, wearing a suit, sat under a parasol in front of a beverage store on a commercial street, drinking juice.
With a sigh, he forcibly erased the two faces that appeared in his mind.
Fruit farmer and brother complex.
At this time, more than a month had passed since he came to the Heavens Arena.
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