Oboro laughed.
"Not bad, but I can't compare to you."
Wing scratched his head and then joked, "How long are you planning to stay up there this time?"
"That's about it, I'm not planning on playing anymore." Oboro raised an eyebrow.
"Are you saying..."
Wing's face changed slightly, implying something.
"Yeah... I feel a bottleneck... It's difficult to improve any further."
Oboro nodded, "I'm planning to leave, but before I go, I'll become a floor master first."
Seeing him say becoming a floor master so casually, Wing smiled wryly.
But he was convinced by Oboro...
"You should be able to do it easily."
Wing said.
"Not necessarily. Since I first reached the 200th floor, those guys have been secretly paying attention to me. After watching so many of my matches, they must be very familiar with me... I'm just afraid of when I challenge them... I don't believe they haven't prepared."
Oboro grinned.
"Saying that, actually... you're looking forward to them being able to put pressure on you, right..."
Having been in contact for so long, Wing had some understanding of Oboro's personality.
Oboro smiled, which was undoubtedly a default.
"It's more interesting to have pressure, isn't it?"
A few months later, the match hall on the 200th floor was packed.
This match was the focus of everyone's attention.
The reason for this was not because of Oboro's name as the Suit Thug, but because... it involved a floor master!
A floor master's succession battle.
Almost all the Nen users on the 200th floor were present.
"Along with the hot atmosphere of the scene... the first person to appear is the man we call the 'Suit Thug', Contestant Oboro! He once created a legendary record in the Heavens Arena and has the ability to quickly kill the match... I believe some old viewers should be familiar with him. However, after reaching the 200th floor, Contestant Oboro seemed to have encountered a lot of obstacles, and couldn't reach a new height, which made people feel very sorry..."
"But after more than a year, he has finally fulfilled the ambition of the martial artists, achieved a terrible ten-game winning streak on the 200th floor, and then successfully challenged the floor master-level powerhouse! Whether he can get what he wants, let us wait and see!"
"And the person who will welcome his challenge is the floor master Sammy... Since Sammy defeated the previous floor master, no one has been able to shake his position in more than three years!"
"Aoooooo!!"
The audience in the arena, listening to the host's words, let out a tsunami-like roar.
They were very excited.
This sound wasn't cheering for Oboro, it was cheering for the floor master Sammy!
People always worship the strong.
Oboro had already taken the stage first. Then, the arena became dark, and a spotlight shone down, enveloping a figure.
This person was shrouded in a halo, facing the thousands of cheers, and approached Oboro with a cold expression.
Oboro didn't look at him, as if he wasn't too worried about this battle, but instead glanced at the system screen floating in front of him.
Host: Oboro.
Age: 19 years old.
Combat Rank: Battle-Hardened Martial Artist, Nen Ability Expert. (Can be upgraded to: Nen Ability Master.)
Overall Attribute Evaluation: Human Evolver.
Skills: Iron Shirt, Diamond Finger, Six-Style Spring Legs.
"Hmm... it's rising fast." Oboro smiled knowingly.
It was clear that the system's evaluation six months ago was still an elite-level Nen user, but now it had become an expert.
Although the combat rank was improving quickly, the actual difficulty was even greater. The higher the level, the slower the possibility of qualitative change in the future.
Returning to the 200th floor and winning ten matches was less efficient than he had expected. He had originally thought of leaving the Heavens Arena within two months...
But he was dragged until now. During this time, he also learned a leg technique... and he was also repairing his Nen ability, treating it as a closed-door training.
If he calculated carefully, it had been almost two years since he came to the Heavens Arena... It wasn't a short time.
Adding the previous experience in the circus and in the mountains, it was almost four years.
Even with the system's assistance... he had only grown to this point.
"As expected... Even if you're a transmigrator, you can't underestimate any world."
Closing the panel, Oboro raised his head and looked at the opponent who had already stood on the arena.
Floor Master Sammy.
A man who wasn't wearing clothes on his upper body, revealing a strong and muscular torso, with tattoos like totems painted on his body.
The two of them knew each other.
After all, he had been in the Heavens Arena for so long. Oboro could be considered an old bird now... There were always times when he would meet people.
Moreover, he wasn't the first person to challenge Sammy. The floor masters of the Heavens Arena weren't immutable... Their strength also varied, some were strong and some were weak.
The group of floor masters that appeared in the original movie were so weak that they were an eyesore.
It was estimated that that group of people was relatively weak and couldn't represent that floor masters were bad.
Hisoka and Chrollo in later generations were also floor masters.
This thing was about a 'period'. In some periods, the floor masters were stronger, and in some periods, the floor masters were weaker.
It was related to the competitive environment and the level of other Nen users in the same period.
And at present, based on Oboro's inquiries and understanding of the floor masters... these people were still worthy of being called 'powerhouses'.
Their level was much higher than the group of people a few years later.
Floor masters have their own rules. Within a certain time limit, as long as a floor master successfully defends the ring, they can rest as much as they want. If there are challengers, they will be queued to the next person in order. Unfortunately... this time it was Sammy's turn, and he couldn't refuse.
Don't think that Oboro did it easily. In fact, there were so many Nen users on the 200th floor, and there were new faces appearing every day, but there were very few people who could actually get ten victories...
And even fewer people who could successfully take down the floor master.
So... these floor masters, relatively speaking, had a very easy time.
They didn't have to stay in the Heavens Arena at all.
"I have a premonition that if a new floor master appears, it will definitely be you... It's just that I didn't expect that my luck would be so bad, and it just happened to be my turn..."
Sammy said, seeing Oboro's relaxed expression, in a deep voice.
He was very serious.
He had to be serious!
He wasn't one of those idiots... and he knew what Oboro had been doing for the past year.
The Suit Thug in front of him had the qualifications to challenge the floor master for a long time.
"Are you going to concede?"
Oboro raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled.
"Don't misunderstand... The reason I said my luck was bad is because dealing with you is much more troublesome than those tender rookies...
It doesn't mean that you can definitely beat me, arrogance is not a good thing." Sammy cracked his knuckles, revealing a confrontational sneer.
"Moreover... if your opponent is me, you'll probably have to start all over again..."
"Let me see what you've got."
Oboro heard this and showed a mouthful of white teeth.
"Ooooooh! The match hasn't even started yet, and our Contestant Oboro and Floor Master Sammy have already exchanged harsh words!"
The host also took the opportunity to stir up the flames.
Oboro and Sammy released their vast Nen aura almost simultaneously.
The stone slabs under their feet made slight cracking sounds and cracks, and even some small gravel and dust were being affected by this magnetic field, showing signs of floating.
Under the stage, Wing crossed his fingers, watching intently.
Afraid of missing even the slightest detail of the two...
"So strong... Just their aura alone puts them on a different level than everyone else."
Wing, who was up close, felt the pressure, and his hair was constantly shaking as if it was being blown by the wind.
On the side, Biscuit was also uncharacteristically solemn, and didn't respond.
Toot!
With the sound of a whistle, the match began!
As soon as the whistle sounded, Oboro and Sammy disappeared from sight at the same time, and ordinary people's eyes couldn't capture them at all.
Wing's eyeballs spun quickly, constantly staring at the void where explosions were coming from.
Ordinary people couldn't even see their afterimages, they were too fast!
In Wing's eyes, the two's positions were constantly shifting and changing... In just a few seconds, they had already fought dozens of moves!
Each attack was more sharp than the last, and each defense was more resolute than the last!
Adjusting their positions, observing their opponents, controlling the timing, applying Nen techniques...
Their brains can process and digest a huge amount of information in an instant, so as to give the best combat plan, while still controlling themselves and fully reacting...
The two's fighting styles are very different, but they have both achieved having no weaknesses, and almost don't give their opponents any openings to exploit.
Wing swallowed and said nervously.
As a spectator, he would benefit a lot from this level of battle.
Not everyone had the opportunity to see it...
Bang!
A minute later, a figure exploded out of the space where only the wind and sound could be heard, flipping and landing.
It was Sammy.
He had been kicked in the abdomen by Oboro.
"His reaction can still be improved again under that kind of close-range and dense offensive?"
Wing looked at Oboro, who had also retreated and was standing still, and was taken aback.
"It's En."
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