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And Long... landed lightly on the ground, even... with his hands in his pockets.
He didn't do anything, just jumped and swept across, all in one go.
That’s all…
But the fat man couldn't react.
"Woooooooo..."
The venue's speakers emitted a shrill busy tone, and the male host with glasses had a dazed look on his face and forgot to give the commentary.
too fast!
Almost at the same second the referee blew the whistle, Camby flew away.
No one could see clearly what happened.
The most important thing is... this is different from the script everyone expected.
There was a brief silence in the venue.
"The results can be announced."
Long said something to the referee who was stunned a few meters away.
"Uh...the winning contestant is, Hazy!"
The referee came to his senses and shouted immediately.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Something happened, something big happened!"
"Oh my god! Unbelievable! Our Camby player was knocked away in an instant..."
The man with glasses roared with blood boiling, but he saw that Long, who came down from the stage, did not return to the passage, but walked towards the commentary desk.
The man with glasses saw the cold and indifferent expression and his heart skipped a beat for no reason. He suddenly felt something was wrong.
"What's your name?"
Long came to the male host and asked.
"Dan... just call me Dan."
The man with glasses had a trembling voice.
"Your attitude and passion in commentary are very good, but your butt is crooked. I hope you can improve on it." Long suddenly smiled and said, then patted Dan on the shoulder, turned around and walked away.
Dan's mind went blank.
Watching the halo slowly disappear...
After feeling relieved, he came to his senses and seemed not to realize that Long was educating him. Instead, he felt that Long was praising him and commending his explanation.
His voice immediately became more powerful!
"Contestant No. 957, Oboro! Please remember him... a dark horse! A rising star who could take the Sky Arena by storm!"
"So strong..."
"The strength is terrifying... Even Canby was defeated. How many levels can this Long reach? Fifty levels... or a hundred levels..."
“Pay special attention!”
People in the audience also began to talk.
Some of them even took out notebooks and started taking notes.
They are all spies sent by various casinos. Their purpose is to open the market in advance based on the analyzed intelligence and information before the general public hears about a certain player, and make a fortune by relying on the odds.
Chapter 16 Suit Thug
A week later, the Sky Arena, on the 49th floor, was bustling with people.
"Dear audience! Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the next two contestants... They are the 'Working Knight' Oboro who has been in the limelight recently, with a record of 33 consecutive wins and no defeat, and our veteran fighter, 'Wind Walker' Yousi, Gary Yousi, who has always been standing firm on the 40th to 50th floors of the arena!"
An old man with white hair shouted passionately, which echoed through the microphone in the hall and caused the audience to cheer like waves.
"The first person we see is... Contestant Oboro... That's right, he is wearing his knightly armor, a white shirt, simple suit pants, and leather shoes as always. Let me explain to the TV audience that this contestant Oboro completed a terrifying springboard promotion just ten days after registering in our Sky Arena. All the opponents he fought with, without exception, could not survive a single move. He finished the game in an average of two seconds, breaking the record of our Sky Arena since its inception."
"Today, can he continue his miracle again... Let us wait and see!"
"It's worth mentioning here that our player Oboro seems to have been an ordinary office worker. He came to the Sky Arena in pursuit of the prize money! The attendance rate for his recent matches is very high, which shows how popular our player Oboro is! Most of the audience and fans who support him are male, and they are all office workers... According to our prior investigation, the appearance of player Oboro has added a different style to the arena. Office workers regard him as a spiritual leader and idol... That's why he got the nickname of the working knight."
"..."
Long walked slowly into the ring with a calm expression.
I'm too lazy to complain in my heart.
He started with one match a day, then two, then three... As his number of wins increased, according to the rules, he could apply for a challenge from a higher level. His ability to kill a match instantly also attracted the attention of executives and some spectators...
In addition, in the original story, after the game, the referee will assign floors based on the players' strength. For example, Gon and Killua were directly assigned to the 50th floor.
Long did not enjoy this treatment, and not only him, but most of the contestants were the same.
You can only take the initiative to apply to higher floors.
The current rules of the Sky Arena are somewhat different from those eight years later.
New faces like him, once they demonstrate their extraordinary abilities, will receive 'publicity', and at the same time... the exposure will vary as the floor gets higher.
When I got to the 20th floor, I saw the live broadcast of the local TV station...
To put it bluntly, Sky Arena is deliberately promoting him.
However... Long had not expected such a low-level nickname as "Working Knight", and he had no idea... where the rumor that he was an office worker came from.
The more it spreads, the more outrageous it becomes…
After his recent appearance, some people did start asking him for his autograph, um... they were all male compatriots.
"Newcomer... your winning streak ends here. I've watched your match videos... although... ahem, I can't tell much... but you have to understand that none of the opponents you met before were famous... but I'm different. I can maintain my position on the 50th floor of the ring without being eliminated..."
On the opposite side, the slicked-back Windrunner, Garyus, pointed at Long and said in high spirits.
This guy's dress is not like a fighter at all, more like a playboy.
"Yes, yes...I know."
Long didn't want to listen to his nonsense. Almost every time he met an opponent, before the fight, the opponent liked to say a few dirty words, and he didn't know why.
"you!"
Seeing Long being so arrogant, veins popped out on the young master's forehead.
"let's start."
Long looked at the referee.
嘀…
The whistle blew.
Long put his hands in his pockets and stood there without moving.
However, You Si jumped back instantly like a grasshopper.
Then, it began to gallop around Long, moving left and right, turning and rolling, with great flexibility.
"It's the physical skills of contestant Yousi... the unique skill that made him famous! As everyone knows, contestant Yousi is extremely fast, has outstanding reaction speed, and is good at defensive counterattacks. His previous opponents were often defeated by him when their attacks failed!"
"What should we do? How should Contestant Oboro respond?"
the host shouted.
"Three seconds... three seconds have passed... contestant Yousi has successfully dragged the game to the fourth second!"
"Hahaha... What do you think? I'm not one of those clumsy guys. As long as you can't catch me, you can forget about winning the game! Even if you attack, I can react... Bang!"
The young man had just shouted a few words, and before he could finish his words, suddenly, his eyes went dark.
Then, Long casually took out a hand from his trouser pocket, raised his fist, and hit the former's nose accurately.
At this moment, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
You Si's face was immediately disfigured, blood gushed out of his mouth, mixed with a few broken teeth...
The man flipped several times in the air and fell to the ground under the ring, his limbs paralyzed and his life or death unknown.
"Tsk...can't you be a little quiet..."
Long shook his hand indifferently, complained, put his hands back in his pockets, and walked towards the bottom of the ring.
boom!
Then, there was jubilation in the venue.
"Oooo!!"
The host let out a long roar, "It's still the familiar scene, it's still the familiar taste... The winner is still Long! He is continuing his legend... Who can stop this terrible newcomer's footsteps..."
"knight!"
"knight!"
There were also uniform shouts from the audience.
It is Long’s fan club, a group of single office workers.
"No... this title... needs to be changed."
Before returning to the lounge through the corridor, Long frowned as he heard the shouts that seemed to be shaking the dome apart.
……
"Let's welcome the 'suit thug'...Contestant Oboro!!"
The next day, after he applied to his department head, the host changed the wording when introducing him.
In this game, he was still just paddling.
The arena on the lower floor did not interest him.