The headphones on his head were blown away.
"Ah!"
The dreadlocked man's eyes turned red, and with a loud shout, he suddenly stood up, his gaze locked onto several artillery carts.
However, just as he was about to move, his eyelids twitched wildly, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Because, a blurry shadow appeared in the black smoke behind him...
Someone had come close, and he hadn't been able to notice it in the first place.
"Do you usually get so angry when you play games?"
The dreadlocked man heard the teasing coming from behind him.
He wanted to turn around and attack... but... it was already too late.
One of Oboro's fingers cut through the air, making a sharp sound.
It accurately pierced through the Nen aura on his body and inserted into his temple.
Instantly, the dreadlocked man's body trembled, his eyes widened in anger.
As Oboro lightly pulled out his finger, which was stained with red and white blood, the man's body softened, and he fell to the ground with a thud, losing his life.
For the audience at the scene, they didn't see what happened clearly... Whether it was Eshimizu's action of clearing the soldiers earlier, or Oboro's subsequent successful sneak attack, the two's movements were too fast.
In addition, the smoke and dust were everywhere, which had a considerable impact on visibility.
"Ooooooh! Oh my god! Contestant Oboro seems to have defeated Eshimizu and completed a comeback! Who could have imagined beforehand that the match would end in this way... Oboro was once suppressed by Eshimizu and couldn't fight back, but in the end, the one standing on the battlefield was him!"
"Is he going to start writing his own 'legend' again?"
The host shouted.
After the black smoke dissipated, they could see clearly... At Oboro's feet, Eshimizu had fallen into a pool of blood, his eyes open, no longer breathing...
"Aooooooo!"
The audience in the entire arena erupted in enthusiastic commotion.
They had finally witnessed a wonderful battle, although they couldn't appreciate the essence of it, the fighting between the two was still hearty and enjoyable.
Most importantly, the winner was Oboro.
His fans were the most excited.
"Someone come quickly! Help him quickly!"
"Contact the hospital!"
Several staff members ran onto the stage to check Eshimizu's body.
Out of humanitarianism, the Heavens Arena would still try to treat the injured as much as possible after the match.
Although... it was already useless.
Everyone with discerning eyes knew that the dreadlocked man was already dead.
Oboro didn't greet the audience. He lowered his injured left arm, like a battle-scarred veteran, and went directly into the passage after leaving the stage.
"Eshimizu lost!"
"He was considered a powerhouse who could challenge the floor master..."
"This Oboro seems to be able to summon a group of soldiers... Is it similar to having an army?"
"This newcomer... is too terrifying! It seems that our previous ideas were too naive. Unless you have absolute certainty, otherwise... any ordinary Nen user... whoever touches him will die! Being able to win against Eshimizu shows that... he has the potential to challenge the 21 floor masters from the 230th floor to the 251st floor!"
Under the stage, the Nen users who had watched this match in person were silent.
Playing tricks, cleaning up, and baptizing newcomers was the consensus and unwritten rule of the 200th floor.
Free wins.
They thought a little lamb had come, but when the sheepskin was torn off, they realized... it was a tiger.
The contestants who had originally wanted to challenge Oboro felt a chill down their spines. Fortunately... it wasn't them who faced Oboro in this match.
"Woman... Did you know something all along?"
A powerhouse from the 200th floor approached Jinsha.
The woman sat on the chair, curled up, shivering.
She didn't even have the courage to look up at the match...
After winning against Oboro, Jinsha wanted to leave... She wanted to escape the Heavens Arena as soon as possible, to get away from that dangerous man.
But... someone had noticed the abnormality and forcibly stopped her.
"I'm asking you a question... Tell me what you know!" A long-haired man with bandages wrapped around half of his face and cold eyes reached out and ruthlessly grabbed Jinsha's hair, pulling her hard, face to face with her.
Jinsha didn't dare to resist, her expression was painful.
"I I I..."
Jinsha shed tears and spoke.
...
"Forcing out his ability, your death can be considered valuable... I had already reminded you to be cautious with any enemy... Now that you've ended up like this, you can only blame yourself." In a corridor, wearing a military uniform, watched the staff carry away his friend's body, and whispered to himself.
He wasn't exactly a close friend with Eshimizu, they had met after coming to the Heavens Arena... Their personalities were relatively compatible.
Therefore, he only felt regret for the dreadlocked man's death.
Under normal circumstances, now... most of the Nen users in the arena were thinking about avoiding Oboro.
But as a soldier... Marcos felt that before challenging the floor masters, Oboro could be considered a good appetizer.
"His ability is very good... Suitable for confusing opponents and fighting a war of attrition... However, the fact that those summoned soldiers don't have strong attacks or defenses is also true! It's okay to entangle some enemies who aren't too far apart in strength... But if the difference is too big, no matter how many soldiers there are, they're just a bunch of paper dolls."
"The only thing to be wary of is the 100% hit rate of the archers and artillery carts... His combat thinking and on-the-spot reaction are too slow... Compared to the beginning of the match, he has grown a bit... But it also exposed his lack of experience. The best way to deal with this kind of person is not to give him time to delay the match, and let him adapt to the rhythm... Kill him in one hit at the beginning and end the battle."
Marcos closed his eyes, and the entire scene of Oboro's match with Eshimizu played back clearly in his mind.
Then, he opened his eyes and made a few comments.
After speaking, he turned and left.
...
At this time, Oboro had also returned to his room, reviewing the process of the fight with the dreadlocked man.
"Whether it's attack, defense, or dodging... his 'rhythm' was constantly changing, and... his release and use of Nen techniques wasn't much better than me, it's just that the timing he used was perfect, and each time it could target me, making me feel restricted... It wasn't that he was prescient, but that he had the ability to read the battle, or rather, see through my attack tendencies and desires..."
"My combat mode is too rigid... Once he successfully assesses the situation, has a recognition and judgment of the target's 'data', it becomes very easy later on... What real experts are competing for is whose adaptability is better, being unexpected, and jumping out of the box..."
"I still need to have more martial arts skills to protect myself. Combat experience can't be obtained by tricks, I must grow step by step, but a large number of martial arts can enrich my combat system... It's a good help."
Oboro lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and let out a sigh.
His waist and back were sore, his arm was still bleeding... His spirit was also very tired.
Fighting with strong people takes too much effort and energy... It's not only a contest of Nen, but also a battle of wits.
As for the injuries, there was no need to worry too much... Oboro knew his physical fitness very well, and even if he didn't treat them immediately, they would heal in a month or two.
But he couldn't waste time... So, it was best to get treatment.
He needed to hurry up for the next match.
"Hehehe... All in all, the harvest was not small... As expected, even if the Heavens Arena is full of trash, there are still some ruthless characters... At least, with my current level, I can't just kill everyone without any effort..."
After Oboro finished speaking, he got up and left the room.
He had to treat his wounds first.
The next day, in the room.
Oboro sat on the bed, his whole body exuding Nen power.
He closed his eyes... as if he was meditating.
Then, a human face button, that is, the game power button, suddenly appeared in the air above his head.
'Loading the game...'
'Module loading ing... Please wait.'
'Update progress 100%, update complete!'
The human face button mechanically reminded, and then turned into a cloud of white air and disappeared.
Oboro also opened his eyes... wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.
The development of Nen... is not simple.
Generally speaking, in the Hunter world, it takes Nen users a few months to determine their ability at the fastest, and almost a year at the slowest, except for some special existences, such as Hisoka and Netero.
Oboro had spent half a year holed up in the mountains, and then used the time in between training for a year to slowly develop his ability.
Although he was a Conjuration-type ability user, the angle and method of his development were different from ordinary people.
Taking advantage of a little bit of the attributes of other Nen types, since the system gave the best ability plan, it showed that his Nen attributes had a certain amount of Specialization and Transmutation, two properties.
Of course, he couldn't use these two adjacent attributes like pure Specialization or Transmutation ability users... He could only try his best to mix and integrate them.
After all, if you specialize in mathematics, even if you know a little bit of language... you can't compare with professionals.
He could only try his best to use it to a limited extent.
In order to be able to transform attributes and allow his Nen ability to be better structured, Oboro had put in a lot of effort.
He sensed nature and observed various life energies in order to lay the foundation before developing his ability.
Otherwise, his vision for Nen ability would only be a mirage... If he simply used Conjuration-type Nen to create it, 'The Game Trove of the Endless Illusionist' would become a castrated version!
What he had to do was very simple.
First, use conjured Nen to create entities.
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