Liuyan Sunuo started as a full-time hunter

He doesn't yet have the so-called determination to get something even if he has to sacrifice everything. That kind of determination usually comes only when he encounters a desperate situation or has deep-seated hatred.

But Su Wu, the two situations are not related, and his life here is quite smooth.

The most appropriate price... you have to think about it carefully.

"Contestant No. 2000 Maro is a newcomer participating in the competition for the first time. His age is - eighteen years old, and Contestant No. 2033 is a professional martial artist -" the host explained passionately with the microphone.

"Let's see what the winning rate of the two is..."

The portraits of Maro and his opponent appeared on the big screen, and below the two portraits were their odds.

Maro's odds are as high as 3.0.

The competition in the ring continues.

The strong man punched the blond young man in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Player No. 2000 was knocked down by a punch from player No. 2033. No. 2033 was selected and hit, and one point was added."

"If ten points are obtained, player No. 2033 will be declared the winner."

The blond figure quickly stood up steadily again.

"Contestant No. 2000 is standing up again!" The host excitedly explained the competition in the ring.

No. 2000? Is this your number?

This guy was actually knocked down by a punch?

Su Wu raised his eyelids and glanced towards the arena.

No. 2033 is a strong man with a height of two meters. Maro stands in front of him like a primary school student facing an adult.

But no matter what, it was not the reason why Maro was punched down by the other party...

Su Wu supported his chin with one hand and studied it.

"Contestant No. 2033 launched another attack, and Contestant No. 2000 dodged—" the host continued to explain the game.

"Contestant No. 2000 took the initiative to attack..."

"Contestant No. 2033 gave contestant No. 2000 an elbow strike. Nice attack. Two points!" the scorer announced loudly.

Cheers of "2033" were heard all around.

The opponent's fist did not cause any damage to Maro, but this is what it should be.

If the opponent could leave injuries on Maruo's body with just one punch, Su Wu would be speechless.

"...I can't stand it anymore." Su Wu sighed and lazily said in the direction of the ring: "Hey, Maro."

The blond young man on the ring followed the sound.

The white-haired young man sitting in the auditorium on the long side had an expressionless face, and his brows and eyes were full of boredom and weariness.

"Watching you fight makes me sick."

"Hurry up and end this boring farce." He ordered casually.

The blond figure still looked a little restrained and his progress was slow.

"Can't you do it?" The white-haired, blue-eyed boy looked full of disgust.

"Forget it if you can't do it, it means you are just a waste."

"A loser who only knows how to cook is not qualified to follow me." He said extremely contemptuous words in an understatement.

"...I want you to know...I am not useless." Maro clenched his fists.

In fact, the opponent is not strong, and he is not as weak as he imagined, right? Because the other party couldn't defeat him for so long.

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

He doesn't want to be thrown away like trash.

"Don't you always use that ability very well?" Su Wu said slowly.

"Just control it and punch it out with your fists."

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

ability? Is that what you're talking about? That food hunter taught him?

Control... punch... through fists...

Marrow raised his fist.

"Contestant No. 2000 fought back! He knocked down Contestant No. 2033 with one punch!" The host holding the microphone seemed a little surprised when explaining.

"one two Three……"

"Contestant No. 2033 did not get up at the allotted time. The winner is Contestant No. 2000!" the host announced loudly.

The surrounding audience seemed not to have expected such an ending, and the atmosphere became very quiet.

Of course, it is also possible that most of them won by betting on number 2033, but in the end... they lost and their money was gone, so they really couldn't cheer.

Maro returned to his seat, but did not sit down. Instead, he stood aside and bowed to the white-haired boy and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, my performance has let you down."

Su Wu glanced at the other party lightly and withdrew his eyes.

He was not disappointed, after all, he knew from the beginning that Maro was not a powerful guy, otherwise he wouldn't have called him that.

It was just a little unexpected.

because--

"It's really embarrassing to be entangled with a guy who can't even read for so long." Su Wu sneered.

Maro knew how to read, and he knew this from the first moment he saw the other person.

But this guy looks like he doesn’t know any other skills besides pestering?

"... Because the hunter I met before only taught me how to control my anger and not leak out... and didn't teach me anything else..." Maro lowered his head and explained softly.

"... Then you really met an unreliable teacher." Su Wu mocked.

It only teaches people how to control their Qi and not leak out, so that they can resist beatings better and be better prepared to receive beatings from others, right?

"Contestant No. 1999 and Contestant No. 2064, please come to Arena A." The broadcast announcement sounded again.

Su Wu stood up and walked towards the ring.

"Come on, sir!" Maro stared at the young man's movements on stage with shining eyes.

No. 2064 is a man in his thirties who is about meters tall and wearing martial arts uniform. He has a long scar on his face and looks very fierce.

"Are you and No. 2000 together? That guy was lucky enough to defeat his opponent, but you are not so lucky."

"You two brats should just go home crying." He folded his arms and mocked loudly.

"How dare you talk to an adult like this!" Maro, who was standing on the sidelines, clenched his fists and stared at the opponent gloomily.

"Contestant No. 1999 seems to be together with No. 2000, and is also a newcomer participating for the first time..."

"Then now, the game begins!" the host announced.

The white-haired boy always had an expressionless face, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second. He did not say a word even in the face of his opponent's provocation. After hearing the start of the game, his figure disappeared directly from the spot. The man opposite him In an instant, he was knocked out of the ring and hit the wall of the outer ring, creating a crater full of cracks.

"Lori, you're so noisy." The boy with white hair and blue eyes said coldly with one hand on the back of his neck and one hand hanging on the side of his leg with indifferent eyes.

The audience fell into a dead silence, but the next moment, there was an even louder cheer.

Kirigoko: Lots of nonsense, Nishiuchi

Chapter 51 Isn’t it reasonable to bet on yourself to win?

Even the host was stunned for a few seconds and ran over to observe the situation of another contestant.

His breathing was weak, with more air coming out and less air coming in. Not to mention whether he could stand up and continue fighting in a short time. If he didn't receive treatment in time, this might be his opponent's last game.

"Contestant No. 2064 is incapacitated and Contestant No. 1999 wins." The host announced loudly.

"You can go directly to the 50th floor. I'm very optimistic about you." The host handed a voucher to the young man who was still in the ring and said with an enthusiastic smile.

He is young, good-looking, strong, and seems to have a willful personality.

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

For example, one of the most popular players above the 200th floor - the magician Hisoka.

The opponent's matches are gorgeous, with cruel tricks that are as mysterious and romantic as magic, plus an indescribable character. The audience is always snapping up tickets for every match.

It also made Sky Arena a lot of money.

As a host who deals with all kinds of players every day, he felt that the young man in front of him would become such a popular player.

"Ah." The white-haired boy with mysterious tattoos on his face and body took the voucher and walked straight to the audience without saying a single extra word.

When he walked down, most people in the audience looked at him with subtle and shocked eyes.

He ignored everyone's gaze and kept thinking as he walked.

The next thing is like this, no magic or chanting, just punch with your fists, of course the intensity must be controlled.

He wants everyone to think that he has some strength, but that's it, not particularly strong.

Otherwise...the odds will become very low.

Then he won't make much money betting on himself.

If necessary, he can pretend to lose a few times and play again from the beginning, and he should be able to get a bonus.

But is it a bit embarrassing to do so? Disguise yourself and come back to participate again?

Also, there should be no rules in the Sky Arena that prohibit you from betting on yourself...

The lady behind the counter said with a slightly apologetic tone:

"Sorry, only the audience can place bets here, and the players participating in the competition cannot participate." She responded with a very skillful attitude, showing a bit of familiarity.

It seems that there are many people who want to make a fortune by betting on themselves.

But it doesn't matter, he has other methods.

Since you can't bet on yourself, then bet on others.