Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

But it must be said that the host's encouragement was effective... at least, the hundreds of audience members showed their anticipation, and some were even shouting to cheer on Oboro.

However… Long could sense that their cheering stemmed from a sense of sympathy.

Then comes the anticipation... to what extent he will be tormented next.

Generally speaking, those who enjoy this kind of exciting hand-to-hand combat sport often have a certain degree of admiration for bloodshed and violence.

The more Oboro is tortured, the more excited they become.

"start!"

The referee swung his arm and blew his whistle.

"Rookie! I'm going to crush your head! Make you pay for your stupidity... Don't think I'll let you off..."

"Alright, our Kanbi has launched the first attack on Oboro."

On the stage, the fat man shouted as he charged toward Long like a chariot, the force of his run causing the stage to tremble slightly.

The bespectacled man in the audience also stood up, adding to the atmosphere.

The two voices mingled together almost simultaneously.

.

However, before the two could finish speaking...

Sudden changes occur.

Fat Camby was still running when the man who should have been in front of him suddenly disappeared from his sight.

boom!

The next second, a foot suddenly appeared and kicked him in the abdomen like a flying kick.

The fat man's belly, covered in fat, rippled outwards in concentric circles, and then... an explosive force erupted, and Camby's eyes rolled back instantly. He lost consciousness before he was even sent flying.

His massive body shot out of the ring in a straight parabola, smashing through the wall below the stands and landing amidst the rubble.

As for Oboro... she landed lightly, even with her hands still in her pockets.

He didn't do anything special; he just jumped, swept the ball, and did it all in one smooth motion.

That's all...

But the fat man couldn't react.

"Woooooooo..."

The venue's sound system emitted a piercing busy signal, and the bespectacled male host looked dazed, forgetting to provide commentary.

too fast!

Almost at the same second the referee blew the whistle, Camby flew out of the air.

No one could see clearly what happened.

Most importantly... this is not the script that everyone expected...

A brief silence fell over the venue.

"The results can be announced now."

Long said something to the referee who was stunned a few meters away.

"Uh... the winner is, Oboro!"

The referee snapped out of his daze and immediately shouted.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Something happened, something big happened!"

"My God! Unbelievable! Our Camby was sent flying in an instant..."

The bespectacled man roared, his blood boiling, but then he saw that Oboro, who had come down from the stage, did not return to the passage, but instead walked towards the commentary booth.

Seeing Long's indifferent expression, the bespectacled man's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

"What's your name?"

Long approached the male host and asked.

"Dan... just call me Dan."

The bespectacled man's voice trembled slightly.

"Your attitude and passion as a commentator were great, but your perspective was off. I hope you can improve." Long suddenly smiled and said this, then patted Dan on the shoulder and turned to walk away.

Dan's mind went blank.

Watching Oboro slowly disappear...

After feeling relieved, he realized that he didn't seem to understand Oboro's teachings. Instead, he felt that Oboro was praising him and commending his explanation.

His rapping voice immediately became even more powerful!

"Contestant number 957, Oboro! Please remember him... a dark horse! A rising star who may cause a storm in the Heaven's Arena!"

"So strong..."

"His strength is terrifying... Even Kanbi was defeated, how many levels can this Oboro reach? Fifty levels... or a hundred levels..."

"We need to pay close attention to this!"

The audience also began to discuss the matter.

Some of them even took out notebooks and started taking notes.

They are all informants sent by various casinos, whose purpose is to set up betting odds in advance based on intelligence and data analysis before the general public hears about a certain player, and make a fortune by relying on the odds.

16. Suits-wearing thugs

A week later, the Sky Arena, on the 49th floor, was bustling with noise.

"Dear audience! Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome our next two contestants... They are, the 'Working Knight' Oboro, who has been on a winning streak of thirty-three wins and has never been defeated, and our veteran fighter, the 'Windwalker' Yuus, Geri Yuus, who has been standing firm on the forties and fifties of the arena!"

An elderly man with a full head of white hair shouted passionately, his voice echoing through the microphone in the hall, causing a wave of cheers from the audience.

"First, we see... Oboro... That's right, he's wearing his knightly armor as always, a white shirt, and simple suit trousers and leather shoes. Let me explain to our viewers: Oboro, in just ten days before and after registering at our Sky Arena, has achieved a terrifying leap forward in his career. Without exception, none of his opponents could withstand a single move. With an average match ending in two seconds, he has broken the record set by our Sky Arena since its inception."

"Can he continue his miracle today...? Let's wait and see!"

"It's worth mentioning that our player, Oboro, seems to have originally been an ordinary office worker who came to the Sky Arena in pursuit of prize money! Recently, his matches have all had very high attendance rates, which shows Oboro's popularity! And most of his supporters and fans are male, and they are also office workers... According to our prior research, Oboro's appearance has added a unique charm to the arena. Office workers regard him as a spiritual leader and idolize him... That's why he has the nickname 'Working Knight'."

"..."

Long slowly stepped into the arena, his expression calm.

I'm too lazy to complain in my heart.

He started by playing one match a day, then two, then three… As his winning streak increased, he was eligible, according to the rules, to apply for a challenge at a higher level. His ability to instantly win matches also attracted the attention of executives and some spectators…

Additionally, in the original storyline, after the competition, the referees would assign floors based on the contestants' abilities. 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 did as well.

You have to apply to the higher floors yourself.

The current Sky Arena rules are somewhat different from those eight years later.

New faces like him, once they demonstrate exceptional abilities, will receive 'publicity,' and... the higher the floor, the greater the exposure.

Once you get to the twentieth floor, it seems like you can see live footage from a local TV station…

To put it bluntly, Sky Arena is intentionally promoting him.

However… such a low-class nickname as a part-time worker was something Oboro hadn’t expected, and he had no idea where the rumor that he was an office worker came from.

The more it's spread, the weirder it gets...

He recently made an appearance, and indeed some people have started asking him for autographs, well... mostly men.

"Newcomer... your winning streak ends here. I've watched your match replays... although... cough cough, I can't see anything... but you need to understand, none of your previous opponents were particularly famous."

…But I'm different. I can stay on the 50th floor of the arena and not be eliminated…

Across from him, the slick-haired Windrunner, Gary Yuus, pointed at Oboro and said with great confidence.

This person's attire is nothing like that of a fighter; he looks more like a playboy.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Long didn't want to listen to his rambling. Almost every opponent he encountered liked to say a few sarcastic remarks before the fight, and he didn't know why.

"you!"

Seeing Guan Long's arrogance, the young master's forehead veins bulged.

"let's start."

Long looked at the referee.

Beep…

A whistle was blown.

Oboro stood motionless, his hands in his pockets.

Yu Si, however, leaped backward like a grasshopper.

Then, it began to race around Oboro, its body shifting left and right, sometimes flipping and sometimes rolling, incredibly agile.

"It's Yu Si's movement technique... his signature move! As everyone knows, Yu Si is extremely fast, has outstanding reflexes, and excels at defense and counter-attack. His previous opponents were often defeated when he found an opening the moment their attack missed!"

"What should we do! How should Oboro respond?"

"The host called out."

"Three seconds...three seconds have passed...player Yus has successfully dragged the match to the fourth second!"

"Hahaha... How about that? I'm not one of those clumsy guys. If you can't catch me, you can forget about winning the match! Even if you make a move, I can react... Bang!"

The young master had barely finished shouting a couple of sentences when suddenly everything went black.

Then, Oboro casually pulled a hand out of his pocket, raised his fist, and accurately punched the former on the bridge of his nose.