Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 50 Useless people don't deserve to stay by my side.

The group of people who had been cut in line were openly and secretly trying to kill Su Wu and Maro with their eyes.

Su Wu adapted well to these gazes and could even completely ignore them, but Maro seemed somewhat nervous.

Even before reaching the end of the corridor, you can see the light coming from the exit and faintly hear excited cheers.

As soon as they stepped through the exit, the cheers became at least ten times louder.

There are sixteen arenas on this one venue alone.

It has seating on all four sides and can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time.

By this time, the audience seats were almost full.

The two found a seat at the front, closest to the ring, and sat down.

"I'm number 1999..." Su Wu glanced at her number.

It seems there are at least several thousand people competing here every day.

"I am number 2000," Maro said, clenching the paper in his hand as if giving a report.

"Don't be so nervous. Before the 200th floor, you'll only encounter some weak guys." Su Wu glanced at the nervous Maro, waved her hand, and said casually.

There are contestants competing on all sixteen arenas, and the turnover rate is very fast.

According to Su Wu, it's like two chickens fighting each other.

Nobody was any better than anyone else; we didn't even see anyone who could read.

None of them are people worth paying attention to.

Even Six Eyes couldn't observe any beings with strong life energy here.

There are some with more than two hundred floors.

"Indeed, they are very weak to you, sir." Maro nodded in agreement.

This conversation once again drew angry stares from the two of them.

These two young guys are quite arrogant. What do you mean by saying that everyone below the 200th floor is weak?

This is such a blatant disregard for them!

"Contestants No. 2000 and No. 2033, please come to Arena C."

An announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Maro stood up nervously. "My lord, I'm going."

"Ah." Su Wu raised her hand perfunctorily, without even glancing towards the arena.

Instead of wasting time watching these incompetent fools fight, he should be reflecting on his own abilities.

Using three cards of the same attribute together can achieve the maximum effect, but what a price he would have to pay if he wanted to be able to freely choose any three...

Nen abilities, while they can achieve the desired result by establishing constraints and vows, are not something that can be easily controlled.

However, the constraints and oaths must be appropriate.

He needs a certain degree of autonomy in choosing cards, but the price he pays cannot be too high.

He doesn't yet have the so-called determination to get it at all costs; that kind of determination usually only comes when faced with a desperate situation or when he has a deep-seated hatred.

But Su Wu doesn't fall into either of those categories; his life here is going quite smoothly.

The most appropriate price... I need to think about it carefully.

"Contestant number 2000, Maro, is a newcomer participating in the competition for the first time. His age is eighteen, while contestant number 2033 is a professional martial artist—" the host passionately explained into the microphone.

"Let's see what their odds of winning are..."

The big screen displayed the portraits of Maro and his opponent, with their odds displayed below their portraits.

Maro's odds are as high as 3.0.

The match on the stage continues.

The burly man punched the blond youth in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Contestant number 2000 was knocked down by contestant number 2033 with one punch. Contestant number 2033 was selected and hit, one point is added."

"If a player scores ten points, player number 2033 will be declared the winner."

The blond figure quickly and steadily stood up again.

"Contestant number 2000 has stood up again!" The host excitedly explained the situation of the match on the stage.

Number 2000? That must be Malou's number.

This guy actually got knocked down with one punch?

Su Wu lifted her eyelids and glanced at the arena.

Number 2033 was a burly man who was two meters tall. Maro looked like a primary school student facing an adult when he stood in front of him.

But no matter what, that's no excuse for Maro being knocked down with a single punch...

Su Wu rested her chin on one hand and studied it for a while.

"Contestant number 2033 launched another attack, contestant number 2000 dodged it—" the host continued to explain the match.

"Contestant number 2000 initiated the attack..."

"Contestant number 2033 delivered an elbow strike to contestant number 2000. A beautiful attack, add two points!" the scorer announced loudly.

Cheers of "2033" erupted from all around.

The opponent's punch didn't cause any damage to Maro, but that was to be expected.

If the opponent could leave an injury on Maro with a single punch, then Su Wu would be speechless.

"...I can't take it anymore." Su Wu sighed and lazily called out towards the arena, "Hey, Maro."

The blond youth on the ring looked up in the direction of the sound.

The white-haired boy sitting in the long side of the audience was expressionless, his eyes and brows filled with boredom and weariness.

"I'm sick of watching you fight."

"Let's get this boring farce over with quickly," he ordered casually.

The blond-haired figure still seemed somewhat restrained, and progress was slow.

"Can't you do it?" The white-haired, blue-eyed boy looked at him with disdain.

"If you can't do it, that just means you're a piece of trash."

"A good-for-nothing who can only cook has no right to follow me." He said these words with utter contempt in a nonchalant tone.

"...I need to let the adults know...that I'm not a good-for-nothing." Maro clenched his fist.

Actually, the opponent wasn't strong, and I wasn't as weak as I imagined, was I? Because the opponent hadn't been able to defeat me even after all this time.

So... why can't he be the winner?

He didn't want to be discarded like trash.

"Haven't you been using that ability very well?" Su Wu said slowly.

"Just control it and throw it out with your fist."

"Don't you understand?" The white-haired boy sitting on the sidelines seemed to let out a silent sigh.

Ability? Are you talking about that? The one the Gourmet Hunter taught him?

Controlling...to punch...outwards...

Maro raised his fist.

"Contestant number 2000 has fought back! He knocked out contestant number 2033 with one punch!" The host, holding the microphone, sounded somewhat surprised.

"one two three……"

"Contestant number 2033 did not get up within the allotted time, the winner is contestant number 2000!" the host announced loudly.

The surrounding audience seemed surprised by the outcome, and the atmosphere became very quiet.

Of course, it's also possible that most of them bet on number 2033 to win, but... they lost, and their money was gone, so they couldn't really cheer.

Maro returned to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he stood to the side and bowed to the white-haired boy in apology, "I'm sorry, sir, my performance has disappointed you."

Su Wu glanced at the other person indifferently, then looked away.

He wasn't disappointed, since he knew from the beginning that Maro wasn't a powerful guy, otherwise he wouldn't have called him "Maro".

It was just a slight surprise.

because--

"It's really embarrassing to get entangled with someone who can't even read properly for so long," Su Wu sneered.

Maro could read, a fact he knew from the first moment he saw the other person.

But this guy seems to know nothing about techniques other than binding?

"...Because the hunter I met before only taught me how to control my breath...he didn't teach me anything else..." Maro explained softly, head down.

"...Then you really did run into an unreliable teacher," Su Wu said sarcastically.

They only taught how to control one's breath so that it would make one more resistant to blows and better able to withstand being beaten, right?

"Contestants No. 1999 and No. 2064, please proceed to Arena A." The announcement rang out once again.

Su Wu stood up and walked towards the arena.

"Go for it, sir!" Maro's eyes shone as he watched the boy take the stage.

Number 2064 was a man in his thirties, about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a martial arts uniform, with a long scar on his face, making him look very fierce.

"You're with that guy number 2000? He beat his opponent by sheer luck, but you weren't so lucky."

"You two little devils should just go home and cry yourselves out," he said loudly, arms crossed.

"How dare you speak to an adult like that!" Maro, standing on the sidelines, clenched his fist and stared at the other man with a gloomy expression.

"Contestant number 1999 appears to be with number 2000; they are also newcomers participating for the first time..."

"Now, let the competition begin!" the host announced.

The white-haired boy remained expressionless, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment. He didn't utter a word even when faced with his opponent's provocations. After hearing that the match had started, his figure vanished from the spot. The man opposite him was instantly sent flying out of the ring, crashing into the outer wall and creating a crater full of cracks.

"Stop rambling on and on, it's so noisy." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy pressed one hand against the back of his neck, while the other hung naturally at his side, his eyes indifferent as he spoke in a cold voice.

The audience fell into a deathly silence, but then, in the next moment, even more enthusiastic cheers erupted.

Misty: A load of nonsense, West.

(End of this chapter)