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Not surprisingly, he won all the way, created a "legend", and reached the 200th floor with gimmicks such as zero losses, instant kills, and breaking various records.
He also earned the bonus as he wished and saved hundreds of millions of dollars.
"Next... is the next step..."
Long smiled slightly and seemed very happy.
The 200th floor and below of the Sky Arena are two different worlds. This is not only the perception of the fighters, but also the view of the audience... Those who can climb to the 200th floor are all true "star players".
He had already re-registered on the 200th floor yesterday.
After waiting for a while, the person that Long wanted to see finally arrived.
A bald man with his head shining in the sun came jogging over.
Rothschild was a kind-hearted person who signed autographs for Oboro on the long-distance bus... and generously donated money to him after we got off the bus.
Unfortunately, Bald Charles did not become famous overnight. He was eliminated after reaching the sixty-something floor and had to start climbing all over again... In other words, his five years of hard training only allowed him to improve his performance by twenty floors compared to the first time he came to the Sky Arena.
Later, Long became a celebrity in the Sky Arena, and Charles came to him and demanded to be his disciple... Long did not agree, so Charles became his follower, following Long wherever he went. He was very determined to become stronger.
Now he is Long's number one lackey.
"How about it?"
As Charles approached, Long asked lazily.
Charles took the water cup on the table and took a gulp. He then said, "I've visited all the casinos, big and small. Your odds are still very low. The dealers don't seem to think you will lose... Although the situation above the 200th floor is different... I guess it may be because the Sky Arena is building momentum for you, and... ordinary audiences also hope that you can continue to win and see the legend continue..."
"What are the opponent's odds?"
Long asked again.
"Your odds are 1.5... your next opponent's odds are 78."
Charles said.
It’s risen so high...it’s time to take action!
The corner of Long's mouth rose. He had been keeping a low profile until now, just waiting for this day.
Pigs need to be fattened before they can be slaughtered.
"Help me spread out the money, one by one... and bet on my opponent to win." Long said with a smile.
"Ah? Master...are you going to admit defeat?"
Charles was stunned.
Long did not accept him as a disciple, it was Charles who insisted on doing so.
"What?" Long raised his eyebrows.
"You are... lacking the fighting spirit..."
It can be seen that Charles admires Long very much. He thinks... Long can still win easily, even if he reaches the 200th floor.
Charles is a straightforward, simple and honest man.
"Fighting spirit can't be used to make a living, so just do it when I ask you to." Long was not able to explain that his main purpose of coming to the Sky Arena was for money.
This is so vulgar...I guess even Charles can't understand it.
"I'm not admitting defeat. We're still going to fight. I'm just holding off... Go ahead."
Look at this burly man, who is as shy as a child, with an expression that seems to want to say something but hesitates. Long rubbed his temples and urged him.
Charles left reluctantly.
"The 200th floor... the Nen ability fighting arena... I'm afraid it won't be as relaxing as before... I hope it can be a bit fun."
After drinking the juice, Long stood up and walked into the crowded street, gradually walking away.
Chapter 19 Let’s have a good talk
On the way back to the Sky Arena, a playful look appeared on Long's face.
The streets and crowds in front of him suddenly became distorted and blurred in his vision.
Someone was following him, and was releasing his thoughts recklessly, accompanied by murderous intent, putting pressure on him.
This person is asserting his presence... a provocation.
"hehe."
He resisted with the same telekinesis he emitted, smiled softly, and turned to walk into a remote and dark alley.
When he reached the dead corner of the alley, he slowly turned around and looked at a gorgeous girl in high heels who was following him.
"You are indeed a Nen user..." The woman looked at Long with naked eyes, and said with a relaxed expression, "I said... ordinary fighters, no matter how powerful and rich their fighting skills are... can't kill their opponents within ten seconds every time."
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Long put his hands in his pockets, calm and composed, "I can give you some advice."
“You’re quite arrogant… However, as a newcomer who just reached the 200th floor, you don’t seem to understand the situation very well. People above the 200th floor are not the trash you fought before… Once you get on the stage, it’s possible that you will die on the stage… You should have seen the information content and regulations when you registered, right?” The woman raised her hand and stroked her fiery red hair, showing her charm.
The slit skirt, similar to a cheongsam, shows off her long and slender legs.
"I've heard a lot of trash talk like that from you... So, are you here to warn me, or do you want to spar with me before the game?"
That’s right, the woman in front of him is Long’s next opponent.
"I want you to abstain."
The woman's face turned cold.
"What if I don't..."
Long twisted his neck and said lightly.
"Then I'll have to kill you now..." the woman said, spreading her hands.
Telekinesis emerged from her palms, and as she moved, more than ten tiny toy girls fell to the ground.
"Embodying..."
Hazy narrowed his eyes.
He already had the woman's information in advance. Her name was Jinsha and she currently had a record of 4 wins and 3 losses.
The rules of the Sky Arena above the 200th floor have changed.
It is centered around the 'application for combat system'.
Each Nen user has a 90-day preparation period, which means that within 90 days, they must participate in a competition, otherwise they will be eliminated. If they can achieve ten wins, they will have the right to challenge the host. On the contrary, if they lose four times, they will lose the qualification.
If the woman wants to stay on the 200th floor, she must defeat Long. She has lost three times and is on the verge of danger.
A pile of Barbie dolls on the ground, like puppets, slowly approached Long.
The methods used by Psychic users are varied and strange... For the time being, Long can't figure out what the mystery is with these toys.
"I'll only give you ten seconds... answer me, my patience is limited!"
The woman blew a kiss to Long, her words were charming but murderous, "If a handsome boy like you died here, I would be very sad... Anyway, you just reached the 200th floor, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future... You don't need to miss this one, just treat it as... a lesson learned."
"Are you so confident that you can defeat me?"
Hazy laughed.
The next second, the man instantly turned into a black lightning and pounced over.
He took out his big hand from his pocket and reached straight for the woman's pretty face.
Swish!
However, when his sword touched the woman's face, a sharp cold light flashed by, stopping Long's attack and forcing him to change his position, withdraw his attack and retreat.
After standing still, I took a closer look and found that it was a cute Barbie doll, holding a pair of mini scissors in both hands, floating down from mid-air, seemingly landing slowly... shaking the weapon constantly, making a clicking sound.
Hazy raised his arm to look, and found that a piece of the cuff had been cut off. Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise... just with that blow, his wrist would have been hit.
“Aaaaahahahahahaha!”
Seeing the confusion and frustration on Long's face, the woman bent over and laughed, "You are still too young, you want to catch me off guard? I have seen your game videos... You are very strong, and your physical fitness is amazing, but in front of my mind ability, your advantage will disappear! No matter how fierce your burst is, how terrifying your strength is, or how fast your speed is... It is impossible for you to touch me!"
After she finished speaking, the woman moved her fingers slightly, "My children, help mother kill him!"
After saying that, Barbie Doll sped up... and stumbled towards Long.
"Even though their movements were so slow... they were able to attack me in that instant... Moreover, with my speed and breath, this woman must not have been able to detect it... These dolls were reacting autonomously, they were automated..."
Thoughts were turning in my mind.
He smiled.
The ability of mind is really interesting and profound...
swoosh swish...
Immediately afterwards, before Long could launch a second attack, a group of dolls suddenly shot up, their speed completely disproportionate to their slow walking posture.
The walls in the alley were hit by shadows and exploded instantly, leaving behind bumpy holes.
Each of these dolls has a different appearance and holds a different weapon...it seems that they each have different effects, positioning and division of labor.
Then, he began to dodge and move among the flying afterimages.
With his perception of mental energy, it was difficult for these materialized toys to hurt him... However, there were too many dolls, and the space in the alley was very limited, so... Long was a little embarrassed.
Long tried several times to escape from the siege of the Barbie dolls and subdue the woman first, but failed every time.
During this time, there was one time... He even rushed to one meter in front of the woman, and his fist could almost feel the residual heat of the other party's body temperature and breath, but at the critical moment, he was blocked by a doll who jumped up with a comb in his hand.
The doll was knocked away by a punch, and the woman came to her senses, her face turning pale with fright.
After running for a distance, Guan Long was entangled by a group of toys again and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The speed and attack of the dolls became faster...
After a while, Long finally couldn't hide anymore, and his suit began to be cut.
But there was no blood... This was a little different from what the woman expected.
What was destroyed were...just the clothes.