After all, Oboro had been in the limelight recently, and it was his first time reaching the 200th floor. Everyone wanted to see if he had any real skills.
The only thing that could be confirmed at the moment was that this kid was also a Nen user.
Oboro naturally sensed that there were many experts hidden in the arena... Most of them were coming for him.
The tallest tree in the forest will be blown down by the wind.
Sometimes, being too popular... isn't a good thing.
However, Oboro was happy to see this scene.
Because... that's what he came for.
Hopefully... next, he can experience the joy of battle.
To be honest, he still wanted to 'seriously' lose once...
Only by losing can he grow... He hoped that someone would come and fulfill his wish.
Eshimizu.
9 matches, 7 wins and 2 losses.
Oboro put down the phone that displayed the text message confirming the payment and looked at the information he held in his other hand.
This was his next opponent.
An impressive record.
Of the 2 losses, 1 was just registering and not participating... He had passed the 90-day time limit.
He had only lost to one person.
He was one win away from having the qualification to challenge the floor master.
He heard that this person had taken the initiative to apply to the officials to fight him... The management had asked Oboro for his opinion and then accepted.
The Hisoka of the future became a floor master after fighting Gon, and his record was 11 matches, 8 wins and 3 losses. The losses were also from just registering and not participating. In addition, in Hisoka's record, there were 6 matches with no points lost, meaning that 6 people who fought him... had died on the stage.
And the points lost in the matches totaled 4 points, with 3 points being taken by Kastro.
According to the rules, he was knocked down once and hit three times.
The reason why Oboro became a supernova was because he had been winning all the way, not only winning consecutively, but also killing his opponents instantly, without losing any points.
Many people win consecutively, but have a disadvantage in points.
Beep beep beep.
On the side, the phone was still ringing non-stop, with text messages confirming payments arriving one after another.
Roughly estimated, Oboro earned over 10 billion from the match with Jinsha. This money was enough to support him for a period of time in the future.
10 billion assets is not much in the world of Hunters, but it is not a small amount either.
He had Charles distribute the money among various casinos to avoid attracting attention, otherwise... If a single casino lost 10 billion, they would definitely follow the clues and find him... Which would cause some unnecessary trouble.
Moreover, such high odds can only be obtained once.
There was no way to repeat the trick.
Even if it wasn't on the Yorbian Continent, the Republic of Padokea still had rampant underground forces and organizations, and was also one of the territories of the underworld.
Although the Ten Dons seemed to be a bunch of trash in the original story, that was only because they ran into the Troupe and the Zoldyck family.
In comparison, they seemed very trashy... There was a reason why the underworld could be involved in 90% of the industries across several continents.
"7 wins and 2 losses, only 5 points lost... Not to be underestimated."
The photo in the information was of a man with dreadlocks, a lollipop in his mouth, showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling brightly.
"You... You should be a true powerhouse above the 200th floor, right..."
Oboro smiled softly at the photo.
He had a premonition that the battle he had been waiting for... was coming!
...
Bang bang bang!
The scene changed. A few days later, on the arena, two figures wrapped in Nen aura were frantically crisscrossing, their fists and feet colliding.
However, Oboro was passively defending, raising his arms to protect his head. His eyes constantly followed the other party's aura, turning left and right, spying on his opponent.
But... the dreadlocked man's speed was too fast!
Slap!
A black shadow suddenly jump up, hitting his forearm, the impact force made his whole body slide out several meters with his feet touching the ground.
Right in front, Eshimizu, that is, the dreadlocked man, stopped his movements, his body lightly bouncing on the stage, much like an active boxer, with headphones on his head, as if he was listening to music.
"Yo... Little brother, what's wrong? Not attacking?"
Eshimizu saw that Oboro was always in a defensive posture and raised an eyebrow: "Are you observing my fighting style? Hehe... Useless..."
Swish!
Having said that, the man jumped to his feet and instantly disappeared.
"Left abdomen!"
Oboro's pupils shrank, and his arm immediately sank, blocking, while driving Nen, always maintaining the state of 'Ken', maximizing his defensive effect.
However, the expected attack didn't arrive, but instead, after a breath's gap, hit Oboro's chin.
Oboro suddenly left the ground and flew out.
At the moment his body lost control, his five fingers were like tiger claws, swinging towards the dreadlocked man's face.
But Eshimizu whistled and tilted his head, easily avoiding it.
In mid-air, Oboro used his perverted physical fitness to twist his waist, turn his body, and land on the ground.
One hand plunged into the tofu-like fragile ground, tearing open a ditch, barely stopping his body from falling off the stage.
"Contestant Oboro felt the pressure given by the enemy... He seems very passive. Can he make a comeback?!"
On the other side, the host was shouting excitedly.
After all, since Oboro had appeared in the Heavens Arena, he had never been in such an obvious decline... Although he lost the last match, everyone thought there was something fishy about it.
After his body stabilized, Oboro exerted force with his legs and immediately charged towards the dreadlocked man like a cannonball.
Eshimizu grinned, continuing to bounce his body, swaying left and right, nimbly shifting... Oboro's hands were sharp like knives, and even made a sharp whistling sound like tearing the air, but he just couldn't hit the target.
Almost all of his attacks missed.
The stone slabs under the two's feet were left with Oboro's claw prints.
Each of his heavy blows shattered the stones.
His attacking moves were not monotonous, and he also used some tricks, such as throwing the splashed gravel to confuse the opponent's vision, or relying on the defense of his Iron Shirt to counterattack after taking the enemy's attack head-on.
But he still couldn't cause any substantial damage...
Mainly... they were all avoided by the dreadlocked man.
Even aura locking was useless.
Under the stage.
Wing looked at the two figures entangled on the stage and looked at Biscuit: "Master..."
"This Oboro should not have the experience of fighting with experts. Nen users are also divided into different levels... He may have fought with ordinary Nen users, but... fighting with real powerhouses, the pace of the battle is completely different. He is very skilled in using Nen techniques... but the speed of transformation is too slow... A real expert can use several combinations of Nen abilities in a few seconds, and can also switch seamlessly... This is not a matter of proficiency, it's just experience... With his ability, his understanding of Nen is definitely not inferior to the other party... He's just simply a little unable to keep up with the other party's pace..."
Biscuit was a little gloating, "He has been using 'Ken' to defend his whole body because he can't judge the landing point of the opponent's attack. Even if he is very sensitive to aura... Once the opponent changes the rhythm, his 'perception' will be affected."
"What do you mean?"
Wing was confused.
He couldn't analyze this level of battle, and couldn't see any details, so he could only rely on Biscuit to explain.
"The range of the arena and the rules of losing points prevent him from defending or dodging all the time, so... he will definitely fight head-on! Once that dreadlocked man gets close, even if Oboro predicts the attack trajectory in advance... it's useless. Because, from the shot to the hit, there is still a process... A good person can change the angle and speed of the attack in milliseconds... Oboro's defensive measures can only guess an approximate, from the time he senses the aura, to the time the brain processes the signal, and then instinctively reacts... It's too much!"
Seeing that Wing still didn't understand, Biscuit raised a finger.
"Take the bullet you mentioned earlier as an example. A bullet is shot at you, you see it, and you can make a relative reaction to dodge... The bullet comes to one meter in front of you in a normal speed and straight line. In this last meter, the bullet suddenly speeds up, attacking at a speed several times faster than before... Or, the bullet suddenly pauses... Suddenly changes direction and turns, goes around to the back of your head... and then shoots at you. Do you think you can still dodge?"
"There is a process for people to perceive and digest."
"..."
Wing.
"Of course, you can dodge! The premise is that you also have to change, change with the bullet... This is the rhythm." After explaining, Biscuit rested her chin on her hand: "Oboro... No, this little bastard, is obviously being played with by the other party. He has been relying on his own vast amount of aura and the strength of his flesh and blood to hold on... But by constantly using 'Ken', even if he has more aura, he will lose quickly."
"His Nen fundamentals are very solid! But some of the higher-level techniques still need to be improved... Ten, Ren, Gyo, Ko, he has been using them all, and maybe he can cast them well in his daily life, but it's a different story in a high-intensity combat state... From what I can see, he is very unfamiliar with it... To put it simply, he lacks experience, just like you, he needs a lot of combat experience, which is probably why he came to the Heavens Arena."
Bang!
While speaking, on the arena, Oboro was once again knocked flying, his injuries were very serious, and one of his arms was bleeding and hanging down limply.
"Look... This is the consequence, his aura has weakened... Nen users are constantly calculating in key battles, and they need to be more precise in their use and control of aura. They can't waste even a bit, otherwise... they might lose their lives."
Biscuit seemed to have expected this situation.
"His attack methods seem to be numerous, but in reality, his combat thinking is too simple... Without the blessing of Nen, even if his body is stronger and his martial arts are more superb, it's useless."
After hearing what his teacher said, Wing felt like he could see a little bit of what was going on.
Biscuit nodded.
"That Eshimizu..."
Wing looked at the former again.
Biscuit knew what he wanted to ask and answered directly: "The dreadlocked man should have a Transmutation-type ability... He has been wearing headphones, which may be related to the music he is listening to. Whether it's his punching speed or his body speed, it's always 'changing frequency', sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it impossible to figure out, which is why the little bastard is suffering."
"Speed multiplier?"
Wing pushed up his glasses.
"Hmm... The fastest speed at the moment is ten times the initial speed." Biscuit responded.
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