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Zalon's throat rolled and he uttered two words with difficulty.
As soon as Long applied force with his fingers, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth.
Most of the Nen users in the audience looked horrified and incredulous when they saw this scene.
This is in stark contrast to the ordinary people whose faces are red, necks are thick, and who keep roaring, making people's blood boil.
Zalon, defeated.
If Oboro could defeat Aizimilu, they could still try to accept it, but winning against Zalon... was something they didn't expect.
Because ever since the mercenary Zalon reached the 200th floor, he has demonstrated his strong strength and level, without any defeat or loss of points.
Zaron... is a strengthening-type Nen user. In terms of pure offensiveness and lethality, he is far superior to Ashimilu.
Most importantly, they also found out some information about Zalon. This man was previously employed by an independent country with a very chaotic national situation. He followed a royal family and was on the battlefield all year round. Such a person has been baptized by a lot of wars. Whether it is spiritual will or combat quality, he is not comparable to ordinary fighters.
Because the growing environment is different.
Compared to people like Zaron, other Nen users... are more pure.
I'm just here to compete, that's all.
All five fingers of Long's left hand were twisted and broken. They were broken by a punch from Zhalong during the fist-and-palm fight... Long's body was also covered in blood, and he looked horrible. But in the end, it was him... who stood to the end through calculation and "surprise attack".
Blood covered Long's face, but his eyes were shining and smiling as he stared at Zhalong: "Although you can't speak, you can raise your hand to signal and admit defeat to the referee."
The corner of Zalong's mouth was still gurgling blood.
After hearing his words, Zalon remained unmoved…Although he was about to die, his eyes were calm and composed.
If he loses, he loses...As a soldier, he...will not surrender.
In every battle, he was prepared to die!
"Thank you."
Long understood his expression and said softly.
Then, he exerted force with his palm again, and with a click, Zalon's neck was broken immediately, and he stopped breathing.
Long didn't dare to let go, because as long as he let go of Zalong, as long as he was not dead, as long as he could still move, the opponent would definitely counterattack... until the last second of the fight, and Long couldn't guarantee that he could seize the opponent's mistake and have another chance to suppress him.
Killing him is also out of respect for him.
Respect for a warrior.
Zalon became a corpse, and Long felt relieved. A feeling of powerlessness made him collapse on the stage, his chest gasping for breath... He was exhausted both physically and mentally.
"The winner is Oboro!"
After a while, the host announced the result.
The sound in the venue became louder again, deafening.
Long looked at the spotlight above his head, listened to the cheers of the people... and a sense of emptiness after the extreme joy arose in his heart. In his mind, he subconsciously thought of what the circus leader, Mauritonio, had said.
"Oops... You can enjoy fighting... But don't become like Hisoka and become sick..."
Realizing the changes in his heart, Long smiled.
He enjoys fighting... because he learns from the strong.
It’s just like playing games. When you meet a high-level player and play solo, even if you lose... you won’t feel disappointed. Naturally, you will feel more accomplished if you win.
Rather than just a fighting madman.
Offstage, Yun Gu looked at Bisiji again, he was confused!
His vision has improved now and he can see some tricks. He replays the fight between Long and Zalong in his mind... The match ended very quickly, less than ten minutes, but the two men fought each other with real punches and it was extremely bloody.
From his point of view, the physical fitness that Long Yin was proud of, including his temperament, were obviously different from those of Zalong.
This can be easily seen from the fact that after Zalon got close to him, a few simple punches and kicks left injuries on Oboro's limbs... As a reinforcement system, Zalon's attack is more efficient than Aizimilu's.
But Zaron lost... Both of them used their Nen abilities, the only difference was that Oboro's ability was not the same as the soldiers summoned in the previous game.
Seeing her disciple looking at her, Bisiji was no longer as surprised as before... She had gotten used to Long's behavior.
"There are two reasons why he won. The first is his brain."
Biscuit said: "The little bastard knew before the game that he was totally incapable of a pure battle of strength... So, he couldn't delay the time, because the longer the battle lasted, the more dangerous it would be..."
"He guessed that Zhalong would launch a violent attack on him at the beginning of the game... because he knew his current shortcomings and weaknesses... from the last game, the opponent would most likely not give him time to breathe and adapt... maybe he has been simulating the process of the two fighting in his mind these days... he would imagine himself as Zhalong and arrange a response plan. In the first few minutes, he almost completely consumed his mental energy for defense without leaving any room for retreat, which also shows that he is indeed growing..."
"He is very cunning... This is why I don't let you fight him."
Biscuit recalled the moment they met, he was discovered to be 'disguised as a girl' by Long.
This guy is no ordinary thief!
On the stage, Long had already forced himself to stand up and left, leaving bloody footprints behind with every step.
"The second is his ability."
"His ability in the last game left an impression on people, but obviously... that is just one of the effects of his ability, he... still has to hide it! Zaron was misled..."
"His ability is very complicated... With his level of defense, he couldn't defend against a master of the reinforcement system with just telekinesis... But he managed to hold on. When Zalon attacked with all his might, a golden shield appeared around him, offsetting a lot of damage. In addition, he also gained some kind of reinforcement and blessing, and at a critical juncture, he used his ability to instantly put Zalon into a state similar to weakness... and thus took the initiative."
"In a battle, it's not just about your thoughts, physical strength, skills, etc., but also your brain... The information gap between the two. What he showed is exactly the key point that I brought you to the Sky Arena for you to understand... Keep an eye on him, you can learn a lot from him."
"In a battle between Nen users, there is no such thing as cheating. If you lose, it's because you are inferior to your opponent."
After Bisiji gave his instructions, he pinched his chin with his hand and fell into deep thought.
She is studying...Yong's ability of mind...
……
At night, Long, with bandages all over his body, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room, looking at the neon night sky.
If Aiximilu's control of the battle rhythm taught him a lesson.
It was simply because of Zalon's physical strength and magnanimity that he was superior.
It was also the first time since he came to the Sky Arena that he met a colleague who was better than him in these two aspects, of course, excluding the old woman Bisiji.
The rune skills he draws through his mind ability during the day, no matter which type he draws, he has a plan to deal with Zalon. Rune skills... allow him, as a player, to set up his talents and summoner skills in advance.
The talent he chose is the green-based Resolve, which includes Grasp of the Undying, Bone Plating, etc., to strengthen his defense and tankiness... The summoner skills are Barrier and Weakness.
As for his abilities, Zalon was unknown.
This is also his advantage.
"This world is so interesting... Putting aside the plot characters, there are so many amazing people."
Long smiled slightly and looked at his bandaged left hand. "But if this happens, I'm afraid that we won't be able to fight again in the short term... Cowardly guys won't think of fighting again."
"The mandatory competition within 90 days is too slow... Even if it's 90 days, some people will definitely give up or give up if they meet me."
"So... you still have to lose."
"In the next match... just rely on your mind skills to fight, and admit defeat when your life is safe."
“Unless there’s a real expert…who can play with it.”
"As the subjects of the test, they are still qualified to improve their Nian skills..."
Long muttered to himself.
In the following days, he would go to the ring venue, but... as a spectator.
Standing aside and observing from a third-party perspective can sometimes help you understand the battle situation more easily and absorb or learn some "knowledge".
Let’s see how other people deal with different Nen users.
"Hi."
One day, before the game started, Long found an empty seat and sat down.
Next to them are Bisiji and Yungu.
He greeted the old woman enthusiastically.
"Hello, my name is Yun Gu."
Yun Gu was as gentle and peaceful as ever. He smiled and shook hands with Long.
"I know you."
Hazy nodded slightly.
"Tsk."
But Biscuit, seeing him approaching, gave him a slap on the back of his head with an unhappy expression, turned his head away, and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
"Master..."
Yun Gu was a little embarrassed and tried to smooth things over.
Long smiled silently.
He had always hated others before, but this was the first time he was hated by someone.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you again...Aren't you my fan?" After sitting down, Long looked at her, "Oh no, should I say...girlfriend? Although your real age is older, I don't mind..."
“Ahhhh! Bastard! You really are a nasty fellow!”
"How dare you say such shameless words to such a pretty girl?!!!"
Hearing the sound, Bisiki turned around to face Nong, looking furious and staring at Nong.
"Master..."
Yun Gu felt the strange aura between the two people and was a little at a loss.
"Hmm? Did I remember it wrong? It seemed like someone came to my room in the middle of the night and said that he liked me very much... and wanted to..."
Hao said something.
Look at Bisiji, he clenched his fists in anger, and even showed signs of releasing thoughts.
Long's mouth curled up: "Forget it, the game is about to start, let's watch the game first!"
After making some sarcastic remarks about the old woman, he changed the subject lightly.
Bi Siji, who was about to explode, swallowed his anger abruptly.