Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 59 Hisoka's Toys — (Please continue reading)

After saying this, the white-haired boy left the arena, leaving the two behind.

[Congratulations, host! Your character compatibility has increased by 5% in each role.]

Now it's Gojo Satoru at level 30 and Sukuna at level 35, so their skills should be even stronger as a result.

However, for Six Eyes at present... it is more of a burden than a benefit to him.

"..."

The man in the black robe and the man with squinty eyes looked at each other, neither of them speaking first.

"Ha, he tells us to sign up for the challenge just because he tells us to? That's so spineless!" the black-robed man said, his voice sharp but his tone weak.

"That's right, I think so too." The squinting eyes indicated agreement.

"I love saying no to those arrogant brats!" the man in black robes added.

He squinted and nodded. "Me too."

Bowie was carried away on a stretcher by Sky Arena staff. As the stretcher passed by the two men, he shakily raised his finger and weakly spoke:

"...Avenge me."

He finished speaking with difficulty, then his head drooped to the right, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He had obviously fallen into a coma again.

The rare moments of friendship between the two men in the audience caused them to fall silent for a moment.

"Boy has the strongest defense among us. Even with his defense, he couldn't withstand that brat's last blow. The two of us definitely can't do it," the squinty-eyed man analyzed.

Bowie was an expert in defense, and he didn't even try to develop other abilities, just to make his defense as strong as possible.

However, it still couldn't hold on.

If the two of them go up there, they'll be more likely to end up in the infirmary than avenge Bowie; they'll probably end up in the ward keeping each other company.

Fortunately, in the Sky Arena, if players above the 200th floor are injured during battle, the follow-up treatment is free.

"Anyway, I still have some time before the competition, so I'm not in a hurry," the man in black said as he walked towards the exit.

The squinty-eyed man followed.

Not a single person even suggested going to see Bowie; the superficiality of their friendship was on full display at that moment.

……

Su Wu stepped into the elevator and stood in the corner, muttering to herself, "This is so boring."

"Once the tortoise shell is broken, there are no other options left; relying on a single ability is the least effective."

I thought they might have some kind of surprise in store for me.

They should at least try to develop more ways to use it.

"I feel like my opponent isn't as strong as you, Miss Elevator." He said, his gaze falling on Miss Elevator beside him.

It's not entirely untrue; the elevator girl's life energy was indeed stronger than her opponent's.

"Hahahaha—what are you saying? You flatter me." The elevator hostess covered her face with one hand, laughing excessively, her tone somewhat smug.

This newcomer is not only good-looking but also has excellent taste!

"It's a pity you're not a contestant..." the white-haired boy sighed.

The elevator operator crossed her arms in front of her chest and said seriously, "Punishment of staff is strictly prohibited."

"I never thought about it, it's absolutely true," Su Wu replied dismissively.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Su Wu stepped out.

"You're kidding, right? You must have thought about it, right?" The elevator operator remained in the elevator, her tone full of skepticism.

Su Wu didn't turn her head or say a word. The elevator doors closed, cutting off the other person's view.

"There must be some interesting Nen abilities among the other contestants..." he thought as he walked toward the registration window.

They didn't encounter any more guys releasing murderous intent or oppressive aura along the way.

It was as if he had already gained the approval of others.

But Su Wu doesn't need that kind of approval.

It would have been better if it had been like this from the beginning, with everyone taking on the challenge.

"Oh, this contestant, I heard you won the competition, congratulations!" The woman sitting behind the registration window smiled broadly when she saw the person who had come in.

"Is there something you need this time?" Her joyful tone turned to one of doubt.

The white-haired, blue-eyed boy pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and casually asked, "Anyone want to challenge me?"

"If you have any, please arrange a match for me as soon as possible," he urged casually.

This posture is very incongruous; on the one hand, it shows complete indifference, while on the other hand, it can be described as impatiently urging.

"No, that's not the case," the staff member in charge of registration replied with a smile.

"And you have ninety days to prepare. If you are eager to participate in the competition, you can choose your own opponent and arrange a time and place."

"If the other party accepts your challenge, we will make arrangements immediately," the staff member said dutifully but perfunctorily.

Why would someone be in such a hurry to compete? Other contestants rest until the very last minute before registering for the competition.

"Huh? I don't want to challenge anyone." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy raised his eyebrows high, his face full of arrogance.

By issuing a challenge, one has already positioned oneself as a subordinate.

Only the weak need to challenge the strong.

Did Gojo Satoru and Sukuna ever say they wanted to challenge others? No, because they are the strongest, and it's always others who want to challenge them.

Of course... most of them are simply too afraid of their strength to even dare to challenge them.

"You can submit your registration form first, and we will match you with an opponent," the staff member added.

And then you get matched with some boring guys, right?

"Never mind." Su Wu drooped her eyebrows and left with a bored and dejected expression.

Let's see how much money Maro has raised. If he has enough for a billion, he can buy Ugly Treasure and leave the Sky Arena.

Hisoka probably stayed here to train opponents, treating this place as a hunting ground, but Su Wu doesn't have the hobby of training opponents and waiting for them to grow.

To him, this was a waste of time.

Su Wu found Maro queuing at the betting window.

He looked up at the two contestants who were about to compete.

Hua Shi Dou Lang, male, four wins and one loss.

Rico, male, two wins and two losses.

Hua Shidoulang is a tall, slender man with long, straight white hair, while the other, Rico, is a dark-skinned, muscular man with amber eyes.

That's the name...

"Hua Shi Dou Lang, he seems a bit familiar..." Su Wu murmured as she looked at the avatar above.

Hearing the familiar voice, Maro, who was still in line, quickly turned around, his expression excited: "Sir!"

"Ah, Maro." The white-haired boy responded casually, still pondering why the name sounded familiar.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he came up with the answer.

If I remember correctly, this guy is Hisoka's toy!

However... perhaps because the plot was too bloody or violent, Su Wu couldn't find that episode on the site; it was as if it had been censored by the censors.

But he had come across some edited videos posted by content creators.

It is said that Hua Shidoulang once fought Hisoka, and Hisoka was, in a way, the other's teacher, baptizing him, right? The baptism in the Heavens Arena should be the old man opening the orifice for the newcomer.

Well, Hua Shi Tou Lang lost to Hisoka, but Hisoka spared his life, which definitely means that Hua Shi Tou Lang was treated like a toy by Hisoka.

However, the video content he initially watched...

Hisoka seemed dissatisfied with the toy's later development and killed the other party directly.

(End of this chapter)