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Retracting his gaze, Long sighed and said, he really has the mentality of a tourist.
After all, I had only seen it in anime in my previous life, and it didn’t have the same visual impact as in reality.
With a slight smile, he returned to the hotel.
……
The next morning, he checked out of his room, left his residence, and followed the huge crowd into the gate of the Sky Arena.
As soon as you enter the hall, you are overwhelmed by the noise and heat.
The crowds were crowded...there were long queues in front of each window.
Staff members were constantly providing guidance and giving instructions.
The many screens hanging on the walls were showing the most famous recent tournaments. There were also some introducing the rising star fighters who were making a name for themselves, all of whom were the hottest names in the Sky Arena recently.
The audience and contestants who wanted to register were divided into different groups... After Long simply stated his purpose, he was taken to a relatively deserted corner of the hall corridor.
At the end of the passage is the staircase leading to the second floor. After going up, there are several small windows for registration and check-in.
Although it was deserted, there were still hundreds of people lined up in front of him...
“It’s really hot.”
There was a sigh.
"Brother, have you come to the wrong place? You look like this... You should go to work in a company... The arena of the jungle is not suitable for you... The guys here are all cannibals, and a newbie like you has no place to stand."
Suddenly, the person standing behind Long's butt poked his shoulder with his finger and said sarcastically.
Long slowly turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a black man over two meters tall, wearing a pair of boxing gloves and with a fierce look. He smiled and said, "I came here to earn some extra money..."
Make some extra money?
The black man was stunned, thinking that Long was looking down on him, and his expression suddenly darkened. He pointed to the back and said, "Move aside, line up in the back."
But the next second, the black man's eyes suddenly bulged, as if he had been hit hard, he covered his abdomen and fell to his knees.
Opened my mouth, unable to breathe.
Saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth...
After just a few seconds, he fainted.
"Someone fainted here!"
"Someone come quickly!"
Someone in the queue at the back shouted.
Immediately afterwards, several staff members came and carried the black man away.
Long put his hands in his pockets and moved forward leisurely with the team.
The other contestant who filled the black man's empty seat and approached looked at him with a hint of fear.
The man was closer and heard and saw the verbal conversation and conflict between the black man and the "young office worker".
His intuition told him that it must be the latter who attacked the black man!
But he didn't notice anything... Even in his vision, the guy in front of him had his back to the black man...
"This guy looks like an office worker from a certain company... He's very dangerous."
Thinking of this, the man swallowed, took a step back, and kept a certain distance from Long.
Soon, Long came to the window, registered for the competition, and filled out the form.
It didn’t take long…
Then, he followed the assigned number, found his own preparation lounge, and pushed the door open.
He is about to face his first ring match.
Chapter 15 The First Game
As soon as the door opened, the fighters in the room who were preparing for the competition turned their eyes over and focused on Long.
After seeing his appearance, some people sneered.
The room was large and contained various areas, including a rest area, a weapon training area, and several televisions showing fierce fighting in the ring.
Long took a quick glance and found that there were no seats left for people to rest, and the equipment on the side was occupied by a few guys with fat faces. A plain-looking person like him could only find a corner or stand against the wall.
The twenty or thirty people in the room have potentially formed a food chain.
Some of them may become rivals...so there is no need to be nice to them, and everyone should not be too hypocritical.
Long walked to an empty space nearby and sat down. Later, other contestants entered the room, and some left after being notified by the staff. The only thing that remained unchanged was that no matter how the number of people and individuals changed, the strong and the weak would always form two areas.
Long is naturally an exception.
There are several arena venues on each floor of the Sky Arena, not just one... Otherwise, with so many newcomers queuing up every day, how long would it take?
Audiences can roam around the various arena venues at any time to find the fights or players they are interested in... and the arenas on the lower floors will not receive much publicity or investment. It is only after the 50th floor that some emerging stars or popular ones will be favored by managers and widely publicized.
"No. 957, please go to Hall No. on the first floor to prepare." After waiting for nearly two hours, Long was about to fall asleep, when finally a voice came from the loudspeaker in the room.
957. It’s him.
Long stood up lazily, rubbed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the house.
The staff outside led him to the competition channel of Hall No. 7. He took a quick glance and found that there were not many spectators in the hall. They were sparsely populated, maybe a few hundred people... The total number of spectators that could be accommodated was about a few thousand.
One-tenth of the occupancy rate.
Obviously, few audiences are interested in low-level fighters.
"The next two players to appear are both rookies... Oboro, No. 957, and Camby, No. 1398!"
The lights on the ring flashed, and with the host's passionate professional attitude, Hajime and his opponent walked out of different corridors and rushed to the ring.
"According to the information we have obtained... Contestant No. 957, Oboro, does not seem to be a professional fighter... He wrote on his registration form that he came to participate in the fight purely for the prize money! I have to say, for a rookie, he has admirable courage!"
"As for contestant No. 1398, I believe some old viewers are familiar with him... That's right! Our contestant Camby was eliminated when he was promoted to the th floor, and he has to start all over again according to the rules, climbing from the first floor! Contestant Camby has excellent defense and offensive capabilities. His fat body gives him excellent defense, and combined with his weight, he can launch dangerous and lethal attacks on his opponents... Contestant Oboro has bad luck! In his first match, he met such a powerful fighter... Will Contestant Camby teach the newcomer a lesson and win the match without any suspense, or will our Contest Oboro make a comeback and give the audience a surprise... Let's wait and see."
Standing on the stage, Long saw his opponent.
A fat man who weighs at least 300 kilograms and is equally terrifyingly tall, over two meters!
Like a mountain of meat.
In comparison, he looked alone, and the contrast between the two sides was very stark.
"It's rare to see a newcomer wearing a casual suit on stage. It can be seen that... our contestant Oboro should be an office worker... But he is wearing sunglasses. Is it to avoid being recognized by his colleagues in the company when he looks embarrassed later?"
On the other side, the host was still shouting in a teasing tone.
"..."
I glanced at the man with glasses holding the microphone. What kind of host is this?
The stance is a bit non-neutral, and it feels like someone is speaking ill of him.
The fat man Canby standing in front of him flapped his palms as big as a futon, clapping them together with a loud noise, and gave Long a fierce and playful smile: "Lucky!"
"Kid, just admit defeat... Not to mention a rookie like you, even some experienced fighters would have to admit defeat if they bumped into me! I just came down from a high floor, and I'm very upset... But I don't want to vent my anger on a newbie... If I hit you once, you'll have to go to the hospital to recuperate for at least a few months... You won't even be able to go to work."
"Ohh! Our player Camby has warned and threatened the rookie player Oboro... How will Oboro respond? Will he be scared... or..."
The male host on the side seemed very noisy and started shouting again.
Long was a little annoyed by the host's noise, so he scratched his ears, looked at the referee, and urged, "Can we start now?"
"Oh my god! Contestant Oboro seemed very calm in the face of Contestant Camby's threat. He even scolded the referee... He had no idea what kind of attack he would have to endure next, and what the outcome would be... And Contestant Camby was looked down upon by the rookie. His ferocious expression revealed his inner anger! Yes! He was going to vent his anger without restraint..."
The host's excited tone made Long feel...he was about to reach orgasm.
Is it necessary to be so dedicated and passionate in such low-level competitions?
Really…
"Come on, rookie!"
"If you can hold out for ten seconds, you win!"
But it must be said that the host's encouragement was effective... At least, the audience of several hundred people showed their anticipation, and some were even shouting to cheer for Long.
But...Long could feel that their cheering came out of sympathy.
Then there's the anticipation...how devastated he'll be next.
Generally speaking, people who like this kind of exciting fighting events have a certain worship of blood and violence.
The more miserable Long is, the more excited they will be.
"start!"
The referee waved his arm and blew his whistle.
"Rookie! I'm going to crush your head! I'll make you pay for your stupidity... Don't think I'll let you go..."
"Okay, our player Camby took the lead in launching an attack on player Oboro."
On the stage, the fat man shouted and rushed towards Long like a chariot. The force of his running made the stage tremble slightly.
Below the stage, the man with glasses also stood up, adding to the atmosphere.
The two voices mixed together almost at the same time.
However, the two of them didn't finish their words.
Sudden changes occur.
Fatty Camby was still running when he saw the man who should have been in front of him suddenly disappear from his sight.
boom!
The next second, a foot suddenly came and kicked him in the abdomen like a flying kick.
The fat man's fat belly was covered with spreading ripples, and then... there was an explosive burst of power, and Camby's eyes rolled back instantly, and he lost consciousness before he flew out.
His huge body flew out of the ring in a straight parabola, smashed the wall below the audience seats, and fell into a pile of rubble.