Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Long accepted it calmly, waved, and strolled away leisurely.

Charles was left standing there, stunned, scratching his head, feeling a little dizzy...

He didn't know... that he was actually influenced by Nen.

With more cash, Long planned to stay in a hotel for the night and then register at the Sky Arena the next day to start playing matches.

Without Charles's 'help,' he would have to sleep on the streets tonight, as he was really short of money and barely had anything to eat.

It wasn't for nothing that he listened to the bald man's rambling the whole way.

It's so torturous...

After a while, he settled into a hotel not far from the Sky Arena, enjoyed a delicious meal, and then stopped at a shopping mall to buy an outfit… a pair of black leather shoes, black suit pants, and a white…

A shirt and a tie.

Typical office attire... but he does look much more energetic, quite cool, and mature.

He's a very casual person when it comes to buying things... plus the saleswoman was very enthusiastic in her sales pitch, and it seemed to be a brand name product. He happened to have enough money left over, so he bought it.

Having lived two lives, his soul is rather old-fashioned and he doesn't like overly youthful styles.

A man... always needs to have a decent set of clothes.

After leaving the mall, Long, with his hands in his pockets and wearing sunglasses, looked up and saw a magnificent building that soared into the clouds and pierced the night sky. At first glance, it seemed as if the spire was suspended in the bright moon... It was the Sky Arena!

This landmark is located in the center of a vast square.

Starting with the Sky Arena, this area has everything you could want, creating a very commercial atmosphere.

Compared to tourists and locals, the main streets are frequented by a variety of fighters. Some of them, though dressed in plain clothes, are clearly formidable at first glance.

Some young girls and women passing by were secretly glancing at Long, while others were openly staring at her, which shows that... the clothes were indeed quite nice.

"From a distance, it looks like a glowing pillar; up close, I was surprised by how huge the building is..."

Turning his gaze back, Long sighed, realizing he truly had the mindset of a tourist.

After all, I only saw 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 massive crowd into the gates of the Sky Arena.

Upon entering the hall, a wave of noise and heat hits you.

Crowds thronged... Long queues formed in front of each window.

Staff members were constantly directing traffic and making announcements.

Numerous screens hanging on the walls are displaying recent, well-known arena matches. Others are introducing rising star fighters who have made a name for themselves, all of whom are currently the hottest celebrities in the Sky Arena.

The audience and those who wanted to register were separated... After briefly explaining his purpose, he was led to a relatively quiet corner in the hall corridor.

At the end of the passageway is a staircase leading to the second floor. Once up there, there are several small windows for registration and filing.

Although it was deserted, there were still over a hundred people lined up in front of her...

"It's incredibly popular."

Long sighed.

"Brother, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? Look at you... You should be working at a company... This dog-eat-dog arena isn't for you... The guys here are ruthless, and a newbie like you has no place to stand."

Suddenly, the person standing behind Oboro poked his shoulder with his finger and said with a mocking expression.

Long slowly turned around and saw that the speaker was a black man over two meters tall, wearing boxing gloves and with a fierce face. He chuckled, "I'm here to earn some extra money..."

Want to earn some extra money?

The black man's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that Long was looking down on him. His expression immediately darkened, and he pointed to the back: "Move aside and line up at the back."

But the next second, the black man's eyes suddenly popped out, as if he had been hit hard, he clutched his abdomen and knelt down.

His mouth was wide open, unable to breathe.

Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth...

She fainted just a few seconds later.

Someone has fainted here!

"Someone come quickly!"

Someone in the queue behind shouted.

Immediately afterwards, several staff members arrived and carried the Black man away.

With his hands in his pockets, Oboro leisurely moved forward with the group.

As he filled the empty seat for the Black man, another contestant nearby looked at him with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The man was closer and heard and saw the verbal exchange and conflict between the Black man and the 'young office worker'.

His intuition told him that it must have been the latter who attacked the Black man!

But he didn't notice anything... not even that the guy in front of him had been facing away from the black man the whole time...

"This office worker who looks like a company employee... is dangerous."

Thinking of this, the man swallowed hard, took a step back, and kept a certain distance from Oboro.

Soon, Long arrived at the window, registered for the competition, and filled out the form.

It didn't take much time...

Next, following the assigned number, I found my assigned preparation room and entered.

He is about to face his first ring match.

15. The First Match (Please read on)

As soon as the door opened, the fighters preparing for the match turned their attention to Oboro.

Upon seeing his appearance, some people scoffed.

The room was large and included various areas, such as a rest area, a training area, and several TVs showing intense fighting matches taking place.

Long glanced around and found that the seats for people to rest were all taken up, and the equipment next to them was occupied by several burly men. Someone as unremarkable as him could only find a corner or stand against the wall.

The twenty or thirty people in the room have already formed a potential food chain.

Some of them might become rivals... so there's no need to be overly friendly, and everyone should refrain from being too hypocritical.

Long walked to an open space and sat down. Then other contestants entered the room, and some left after being notified by the staff. The only constant was that no matter how the number of people or individuals changed, the strong and the weak always formed two separate areas.

Oboro is an exception.

The Sky Arena has several arenas on each floor, not just one... Otherwise, with so many newcomers queuing up every day, how long would it take?

Viewers can wander around the various arenas at any time, looking for fights or fighters that interest them... The arenas on the lower floors don't receive much publicity or investment. It's only after the 50th floor that some rising stars or popular fighters get the attention of the management and are promoted extensively.

"Number 957, please proceed to Hall 7 on the first floor to prepare." After waiting for almost two hours, Oboro was about to fall asleep when finally a voice came from the loudspeaker in the room.

957, that's him.

Long lazily stood up, rubbed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the house.

The staff outside led him to the competition entrance in Hall 7. Long glanced around and found that there weren't many spectators in the hall, just a few hundred people... The total capacity of the hall was around several thousand people.

One-tenth of the seats were occupied.

Clearly, few viewers are interested in fighters at the bottom level.

"The next two contestants are both newcomers... namely, number 957, Oboro, and number 1398, Kambi!"

The lights on the stage flashed, and with the host's passionate and professional attitude, Long and his opponent walked out from different passageways and headed towards the stage.

"According to the information we have... contestant number 957, Oboro, does not seem to be a professional fighter... He wrote on his registration form that he came to participate in the martial arts competition simply for the prize money! It must be said that as a rookie, he has admirable courage!"

"And as for fighter number 1398, Camby, I believe some longtime viewers will be familiar with him... That's right! Our Camby was eliminated when he reached the thirty-seventh floor and has to start all over again from the first floor according to the rules! Camby possesses excellent defense and offense; his bulky body contributes to his outstanding defense, and combined with his weight, he can launch quite dangerous and lethal attacks on his opponents... Oboro's luck is terrible! His first match is against such a powerful fighter... It's no surprise that Camby will forcefully teach the newcomer a lesson."

"Our player, Long, won the match again, staging a miraculous comeback and giving the audience a surprise... Let's wait and see!"

Stepping onto the ring, Oboro saw his opponent.

A fat man weighing at least 300 pounds, whose height is equally frightening, exceeding two meters!

It resembled a mountain of flesh.

In comparison, he looked all alone, creating a stark contrast between the two.

"It's rare to see a newcomer come on stage in a casual suit. It seems like our contestant, Long, is an office worker. But he's wearing sunglasses. Is it to avoid being recognized by his colleagues at work if he looks disheveled later?"

On the other side, the host was still calling out, his tone teasing.

"..."

Long glanced at the bespectacled man holding the microphone. What kind of host is this?

The stance is somewhat biased; it feels like they're trying to undermine him.

The fat man, Kanbi, standing in front of him, clapped his hands together with the size of a prayer mat, making a loud noise, and gave Long a fierce yet mocking smile: "Luck!"

"Kid, just admit defeat... Don't even mention a newbie 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 really annoyed... but I don't want to take it out on a newbie... If I hit you even once, you'll have to stay in the hospital for at least a few months... and you won't even be able to go to work."

"Oh! Our Kanbi has issued a warning and intimidation to the rookie Oboro... How will Oboro respond? Will she be scared out of her wits... or..."

The male host next to him was quite noisy and started shouting again.

A bit annoyed by the male host's noise, Long scratched her ear, looked at the referee, and urged, "Can we start now?"

"My God! Despite being threatened by Camby, Oboro remains remarkably calm, even grumbling about the referee… He has no idea what kind of onslaught he'll face next, or what his fate will be… Meanwhile, Camby, being looked down upon by a rookie, has a ferocious expression that reveals his inner rage! Yes! He's going to unleash his fury without restraint…"

The host's excited tone made Long feel like he was about to climax.

Is it really necessary to be so dedicated and passionate in such a low-level competition?

Really…

"Good luck, newbie!"

"If you can last ten seconds, you win!"