Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 51: Betting on yourself to win is reasonable, right?

Even the host was stunned for a few seconds before running over to check on the other contestant.

His breathing is weak, with more exhalation than inhalation. Let alone whether he can stand up and continue fighting in a short time, if he doesn't receive timely treatment, this may be his last match.

"Contestant number 2064 is incapacitated, contestant number 1999 wins," the host announced loudly.

"You can go straight to the fiftieth floor, I have high hopes for you." The host handed a certificate to the boy still on the stage and said with a warm smile.

Young, good-looking, strong, and seemingly willful in personality.

This type of player is the most popular in Sky Arena because it means—a gimmick.

For example, there's one of the most popular contestants above the 200th floor—the magician Hisoka.

The opponent's matches are spectacular, with cruel moves that are mysteriously romantic like magic tricks. Coupled with his indescribable personality, tickets for each match are always in high demand and people fight over them.

This also made Sky Arena a fortune.

As a host who deals with all sorts of contestants every day, he felt that the young man in front of him would also become a contestant who would be adored by thousands.

"Ah." The white-haired boy with mysterious tattoos on his face and body took the certificate, too lazy to say a word more, and walked straight off the stage.

As he walked down, most of the people in the audience looked at him with subtle and shocked expressions.

He ignored everyone's gaze and walked along, lost in thought.

Next, just do this: no need for any spells or incantations, just punch down with your fists, but of course, you have to control the force.

He wants people to think he has some ability, but that's about it; he's not particularly strong.

Otherwise... the odds would become very low.

He won't make much money betting on himself.

If needed, he could pretend to lose a few times and start over, and he should still be able to win the prize money.

But wouldn't that be a bit embarrassing? Should we disguise ourselves and come back with a different identity?

Also, Sky Arena shouldn't have a rule that you can't bet on yourself, right...?

The saleswoman, after finishing with the customer at the counter, spoke with a slightly apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry, only spectators can place bets here. The contestants themselves cannot participate." Her response was very practiced, conveying a sense of being used to it.

It seems there are quite a few people who want to gamble on themselves and make a fortune.

But that's okay, he has other methods.

Since you can't bet on yourself, then bet on someone else.

Su Wu listened to the other party's explanation expressionlessly, then took out her money and bought tickets for the five upcoming matches.

Now he became a spectator of these matches and also had the right to place bets.

"This one, this one, and this one... I'm betting on them to win."

They then took out money and placed bets on other people.

"??!!" Even the experienced service staff who were specifically responsible for handling these kinds of matters were stunned for a moment.

There are usually quite a few people placing bets, but everyone bets once for each game. Who bets on so many people at once like this?

"Okay, okay, I'll handle it for you... Here's the receipt." She composed herself, her expression one of surprise and disbelief. She quickly typed on the keyboard and then handed the receipt to the other party.

"Hmm..." Su Wu took the voucher and began to think about how much money she could get in the end.

Those five people were all people whose life energy was stronger than their opponents, as observed by the Six-Eyes.

The 50 million was bet on five different people, and the odds weren't too high, mostly starting with 2. I think I'll get back a little over 100 million.

Of course, it is also possible that someone who is clearly stronger than their opponent may be defeated by a weaker opponent.

If someone is this useless, there's nothing he can do.

In short, you'll make a small profit, but you won't lose your principal.

"I have 200 million from the 200th floor, 200 million from Maro, plus the money I won from betting, that makes 500 million. If I bet a few more times, I can have 800 million."

"After all, they don't accept bets exceeding ten million... Well, there's nothing we can do about it." Su Wu used the 152 Jenny bonus she received for winning the first game to buy a can of juice, and walked towards the elevator with the juice in her hand.

The prize money from the first game was enough to buy a can of juice, but not even enough to buy the chocolate next to the juice.

"Which floor are you on?" Su Wu asked the silent Maro behind her as she pressed the elevator's up button.

"...The twentieth floor," Maro said cautiously.

His performance was not particularly outstanding, so he could only go up to the twentieth floor.

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

"...So weak." Su Wu stepped into the elevator expressionlessly.

Maro quickly followed.

In the corner of the elevator, there was an elevator operator in professional attire who was in charge of pressing the buttons.

The elevator buttons are all numbers in whole tens.

"Welcome to the Sky Arena. We have a division every ten floors..." she said with a smile, her eyes observing the two unfamiliar faces.

One of them even looked like a little kid.

It turned out that the other party was the one who went straight to the fiftieth floor.

"If you can't reach 200 floors in a week, you'll stay here forever," the white-haired boy calmly announced.

The blond boy lowered his head and gave a sullen reply.

If you lack the ability, even following an adult will only make you a burden.

Neither of the two listened to what the elevator operator was saying.

"...I wish you good luck in the competition." She was exhausted, but she offered her blessings to the contestant as a matter of routine.

Maro went to the twentieth floor, and Su Wu went to the fiftieth floor.

In his opinion, the level of the players here is no different from that downstairs.

The broadcast started very quickly.

"Please bring Hill and Martin to Arena C on floor 59—"

The only difference from downstairs is that here they no longer call out the contestants' numbers, but rather their names.

Furthermore, an arena with only one ring looks much more formal than an arena downstairs with sixteen rings.

Hill is the pseudonym Su Wu uses. What if she gets cursed by strange abilities if she mixes her real name with her real name in another world?

"The 59th floor, Arena C..." When he arrived at the arena, his opponent was already standing on the stage.

The audience and the host are all in their places.

"Between Hill, who reached floor 50 in her first competition, and Martin, who fought her way to floor 50 and achieved several consecutive victories, who do you think is more likely to win?"

The host tried to liven up the atmosphere, and images of Su Wu and her opponent appeared on the big screen.

The numbers below the two figures stopped scrolling.

The odds below the white-haired, blue-eyed boy's portrait are 2.1, while the odds below Martin's portrait are 1.3.

Clearly, most viewers still believe that Martin has a higher probability of winning.

After all, the other party looked to have well-developed pectoral muscles and a strong physique; one of them could take on four Su Wus.

The other person stood in front, completely blocking Su Wu's body.

"A bunch of idiots who only know how to judge strength by muscle." Su Wu stared at his odds on the big screen for a long time before looking away.

However, the odds could actually be higher; he had Maro place bets for him outside.

You can't bet yourself, but it's okay if someone else bets on you.

(End of this chapter)