Without any surprises, he won all the way, creating a 'legend', breaking into the 200th floor with gimmicks such as zero defeats, instant kills, and breaking various records.
He also earned the prize money as he wished, accumulating hundreds of millions of Jenny in his pocket.
"Next... is the next step..."
Oboro smiled slightly, looking very happy.
The Heavens Arena above the 200th floor and below the 200th floor are two different worlds. This is not only the perception of the fighters, but even the audience thinks so...
Those who can climb to the 200th floor are all 'star players' in the true sense of the word.
He had already re-registered on the 200th floor yesterday.
After waiting for a while, the person Oboro wanted to meet finally arrived late.
A bald man with a head that shone in the sunlight, jogging all the way over.
Rosschar, the kind-hearted person who gave Oboro an autograph on the long-distance bus... and generously donated money after getting off the bus.
Unfortunately, the bald Charles didn't become famous overnight. He was eliminated after reaching the 60th floor and had to start climbing the tower again...
That is to say, his five years of hard training only improved his results by twenty floors compared to his first time coming to the Heavens Arena.
Later, Oboro became a celebrity in the Heavens Arena, and Charles came to his door, insisting on becoming his apprentice... Oboro didn't agree, and Charles became a follower, going wherever Oboro went. He was very persevering in order to become stronger.
Now he is Oboro's number one lackey.
"How is it?"
When Charles got close, Oboro asked lazily.
Charles picked up the water glass on the table and took a big gulp, then said: "I've run through all the big and small casinos, and your odds are still very low. It seems that all the bookmakers don't think you'll lose... Although the situation is different above the 200th floor... I guess it may be because the Heavens Arena is creating momentum for you, and... ordinary viewers also hope that you can continue to win and see the legend continue with their own eyes..."
"What are the other party's odds?"
Oboro asked again.
"Your odds are 1.5... Your next opponent's odds are 78."
Charles said.
It had risen so high... It was time to strike!
The corners of Oboro's mouth turned up. He had been holding back all this time, waiting for this day.
The pig needs to be fattened before it can be slaughtered.
"Help me distribute the money and bet on each pool... Buy my opponent to win." Oboro smiled.
"Ah? Master... Are you going to admit defeat?"
Charles was stunned.
Oboro hadn't accepted him as a disciple, but Charles insisted on calling him that.
"What?" Oboro raised an eyebrow.
"This... is against the spirit of fighting..."
It could be seen that Charles admired Oboro quite a bit. He believed that Oboro could still win easily, even after reaching the 200th floor.
Charles was straightforward, simple and honest.
"The spirit of fighting can't be eaten, just do what I tell you to do." Oboro didn't want to explain that his main purpose in coming to the Heavens Arena was for money.
This was too vulgar... and Charles probably wouldn't understand it.
"It's not admitting defeat, I'm still going to fight, just taking it easy... Go quickly."
Seeing such a burly man acting like a child, twisting and turning, with an expression that wanted to say something but couldn't, Oboro rubbed his temples and urged him.
Charles walked away somewhat unwillingly.
"The 200th floor... An arena for Nen users... It probably won't be as easy as before... I hope there will be some fun."
After drinking the juice, Oboro got up and stepped into the crowded street, walking further and further away.
On the way back to the Heavens Arena, a playful look appeared on Oboro's face.
The streets and crowds in front of him suddenly became distorted and blurred in his vision.
Someone was following him, and they were releasing 'Nen' recklessly, along with a chilling killing intent, putting pressure on him.
This person was declaring their presence... It was a provocation.
"Hehe."
Oboro also released Nen to resist, chuckled, and turned into a narrow, dark alley.
After reaching the dead end of the alley, he slowly turned around and looked at a glamorous woman in high heels who was following closely behind.
"You really are a Nen user..." The woman's eyes nakedly scanned Oboro, her expression relaxed, "I knew it... An ordinary martial artist, no matter how skilled or experienced... couldn't possibly kill his opponents in seconds within ten seconds every time."
"Do you have something to ask?" Oboro put his hands in his pockets, calm and composed, "I can give you some pointers."
"You're quite arrogant... However, as a newcomer who has just reached the 200th floor, you don't seem to understand the situation very well. The people above the 200th floor are not the trash you fought before... Once you get into the arena, you might even die on stage... You should have seen the information and regulations when you registered, right?" The woman raised her hand and brushed her fiery red hair, showing off her charm.
Her skirt, which was slit like a cheongsam, revealed her tight and shapely long legs.
"I've heard a lot of trash talk like yours... So, did you come here specifically to warn me, or did you want to spar with me before the match?"
That's right, the woman in front of him was Oboro's next opponent.
"I hope you forfeit."
The woman's face turned cold.
"What if I don't..."
Oboro twisted his neck and said lightly.
"Then I'll have to kill you now..." The woman said, spreading her hands.
Nen power appeared in her palms, and with her movements, a number of small toy girls landed in the air, numbering more than a dozen.
"Conjuration type..."
Oboro narrowed his eyes.
He had already obtained the woman's information in advance. The woman's name was Jinsha, and her current record was 4 wins and 3 losses.
The rules of the Heavens Arena above the 200th floor had changed.
It was based on the 'application battle system'.
Each Nen user has a 90-day preparation period, which means that they must participate in a match within 90 days, otherwise they will be eliminated. If they can reach ten wins, they will have the right to challenge the floor master. Conversely, if they lose four times, they will lose their qualification.
If the woman wanted to stay on the 200th floor, she had to defeat Oboro. She had already lost three times and was on the verge of danger.
The pile of Barbie dolls on the ground slowly approached Oboro, as if they were puppets.
Nen users have all kinds of strange methods... Oboro couldn't see what the mystery of these toys was for the time being.
"I'm only giving you ten seconds... to answer me. My patience is limited!"
The woman blew a kiss to Oboro, her words seductive, but with hidden killing intent, "A handsome young man like you, dying here, will break my heart too... Anyway, you just reached the 200th floor, and you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future... It's okay to take this as a lesson."
"You're so confident that you've got me in the bag?"
Oboro chuckled.
In the next second, he instantly turned into a streak of black lightning and pounced over.
He took out his big hand from his pocket and reached straight for the woman's pretty face.
Swish!
However, when he was about to touch the woman's face, a sharp cold light flashed past, stopping Oboro's attack and forcing him to change his position, withdraw his move, and retreat.
After standing still, he looked closely and found that it was a cute Barbie doll, holding a pair of mini scissors in both hands, floating down from the air, seemingly slowly landing... constantly shaking its weapon, making a clicking sound.
Oboro raised his arm and looked at it, and found that a piece of his cuff had been cut off. Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise... his wrist would have been hit just now.
"Ah ah ah ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing the puzzlement and embarrassment on Oboro's face, the woman bent over and laughed, "You're still too naive, trying to catch me off guard? I've watched your match videos... You're very strong, your physical fitness is amazing, but in the face of my Nen ability, your advantages will be gone! No matter how fierce your burst is, how terrifying your power is, or how fast your speed is... It's impossible for you to touch me!"
Having said that, the woman moved her fingers slightly, "My children, kill him for mommy!"
After speaking, the Barbie dolls quickened their pace... Stumbling and approaching Oboro.
"Their movements are clearly so slow... but they were able to attack me at that moment... Moreover, with my speed and aura, this woman definitely couldn't have sensed it... It's completely these dolls reacting autonomously, automation, huh..."
Oboro turned his thoughts.
He smiled.
Nen ability is truly interesting, profound and comprehensive...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Immediately afterwards, before Oboro could launch a second attack, a group of dolls suddenly catapulted up, their speed completely disproportionate to their clumsy walking posture.
The walls in the alley were hit by streaks of afterimages, instantly shattering, leaving uneven holes.
These dolls, each with a different appearance and holding different weapons... seemed to have different effects, positioning and division of labor.
Then, Oboro was seen dodging, leaping, and shifting between the streaks of afterimages that were flying towards him.
With his perception of Nen aura, it would be difficult for these conjured toys to hurt him... However, there were too many dolls, and the space in the alley was very limited, so... Oboro was slightly embarrassed.
Oboro tried several times to break free from the Barbie doll's siege and subdue the woman first, but he failed.
During that time, there was even one time... He even rushed to within one meter of the woman, and the fist he swung could almost feel the residual heat and breath of the other party's body temperature, but at the critical moment, he was blocked by a doll holding a comb that jumped up.
The doll was sent flying with a punch, and the woman was able to come back to her senses, her face changing drastically.
After running away a distance, she watched Oboro get entangled by a group of toys again, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The dolls' speed and attacks became even more swift...
After a while, Oboro finally couldn't dodge anymore, and slits began to appear frequently on his suit.
However, no blood appeared... This was somewhat different from what the woman had expected.
What was destroyed... was only the clothes.
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