Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 27: Moreau the Thinker

As the woman with a long ponytail admitted defeat, the referee immediately announced the result.

Then, the referee took out a machine similar to a card swiping machine and printed out a paper pass to the upper levels for the winner.

"2792, although the registration information you filled out shows that your combat experience is zero, based on your performance in this match, I think you can be promoted directly to the 50th floor. This is the certificate to the 50th floor, please keep it."

The referee said as he handed the note to Morrow.

Every referee has a different way of judging.

Judging from the skills displayed in the duel alone, the referee of the C ring would rank Moro to the 20th floor, while the woman with the long ponytail would be ranked 50th floor.

But judging from the results, the woman with a long ponytail had no chance of winning against Moro.

The referee of Arena C believed that the result was more important than the process, so he no longer referred to the registration information and directly decided that Moro could go to the 50th floor.

However, facing the referee's rather concerned decision, Morrow did not take the note, but tentatively asked: "Mr. Referee, can I choose to be promoted to the 10th floor?"

"Of course, that's your right."

The referee nodded.

The Sky Arena holds at least two thousand preliminary matches every day, and among so many players, there will always be some like Moro who, for some reason or need, choose to work their way up slowly.

This phenomenon is not surprising.

Moro smiled and said, "Then please give me the pass to the 10th floor."

"Please wait."

The referee simply gave Morrow a new note.

"Thank you."

Morrow took the note, turned around and walked off the ring.

On the way from the ring to the passage, Moro could feel many gazes coming from all directions, one of which was from the woman with a long ponytail who had just admitted defeat.

But he didn't care. He walked straight into the passage and then went up to the 10th floor of the Sky Arena.

Without rushing to the window to register for the qualification, Moro entered the elevator and casually clicked on the 15th floor.

After a while.

Moro arrived at the 15th floor and walked into a room at random following the markings on the wall.

now.

A duel was taking place on the central stage in the room.

There were only scattered spectators in the stands surrounding the ring.

The Sky Arena has 251 floors, and floors such as 11 to 19 and 21 to 29 are basically equipped with competition venues and complete service facilities.

Every year, a total of one billion spectators buy tickets to watch the games, but for the audience group, the lower-level games are obviously still unattractive.

Even when Moreau came in, no staff stopped him or checked his ticket.

Finding a seat in the audience, Moro looked at the match on the ring.

Both players were very aggressive in attack.

However, there is no method at all, and it is entirely based on physical fitness to perform offensive movements such as punching or kicking hard.

Moro only looked for less than a minute before getting up and leaving.

Compared to the two contestants who specialized in killing martial arts and the woman with a long ponytail who was fighting with him, the two contestants on the ring at this moment looked like two street thugs fighting.

But these two contestants were able to advance to the tenth level, while the woman with a long ponytail and nimble steps lost the preliminary round after meeting him, and even the contestant with amazing leg skills died directly on the ring.

All I can say is that things are unpredictable.

And the sad thing is...

Morrow saw himself in the two fighters who were fighting like street thugs.

Fortunately, he still has a chance to change.

Leaving the competition room and walking into the corridor, Morrow's heart was filled with emotion.

He was still thinking—

If these martial artists who have invested more than ten or twenty years of energy and effort in the path of cultivation suddenly come into contact with the power called mind, will they discover in despair that they have wasted too much time?
A few minutes later, Morrow returned to the 10th floor to register for the promotion, and then immediately chose to start the next game.

Below 200 floors, you can play two games a day.

Players who are confident and want to level up quickly will naturally choose to play both games.

Moro stayed in the contestant lounge for a while and was soon arranged to compete on the B ring on the 17th floor.

Sky Arena is very efficient in matching opponents.

It can be said that the countless arenas in this tower-shaped building are constantly running like gears every day.

Every minute and every second of the day, a victory or defeat is decided on the ring.

On the way to the 17th floor B ring, Moro thought with interest...

If there is a golden finger that can make you stronger by absorbing the "desire to win", then as long as you stay in the Sky Arena for a period of time, you will definitely be able to emerge invincible.

But then Moro thought that even if he was born invincible, he would be turned into a pool of meat paste by the plain words of the "Wishing Machine" "Go to hell".

In a sense, this world also has its absurd side.

It's like he is like a time assassin, who, under the influence of some ability phenomenon, luckily got the chance to start over again.

Soon arriving at the B ring on the 17th floor, Moro saw his opponent this time, a man as strong as a bear.

Well, it's worth looking forward to.

Moro thought so.

However, after the referee announced the start, Morrow was disappointed.

The opponent was very strong, but he was also a typical person with only brute force.

However, Morrow did not end the fight quickly. Instead, he observed his opponent's force habits and the underlying ideas in his offensive methods during the fight.

The defensive power brought by his mental energy allowed him to think calmly on the ring.

He didn't think it was meaningless.

On the contrary, he believes that the power of "thinking" is very important.

However, at present, he is still a layman in this area and cannot fully exert this power in battle.

So I can only use the stupid method to accumulate experience and slowly improve my thinking speed...

Three minutes before the end.

Moro took action, and with just a casual palm strike, he knocked the strong opponent out of the ring.

The battle was over in an instant.

Seeing this, the referee was somewhat surprised and gave Moro a promotion certificate.

As usual, Morrow thanked him and left the competition room.

Every opponent you observe in battle and every thought you have in the ring is like filling your knowledge base with information.

Then, when there is enough information, the habit of thinking will enable it to give a correct decision-making plan quickly and efficiently in battle, just like AI retrieving information.

Morrow wasn't sure if this was the right path.

The reason that prompted him to do this was simply a combat ability that Bisiji had mentioned in the original book -

The instantaneous explosive power of thinking.

In the following days, Moreau gradually advanced in this way.

The fight continued until the 80th floor, and many viewers noticed that there was something special about him.

Gradually, he gained a name in the Sky Arena.

Thinking Xiaowu...

Oh no.

It is Moreau the Thinker.

(End of this chapter)