Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Before reaching the 200th floor, Oboro was really looking forward to facing Yun Gu, a character from the main story and a Nen user... It would add some spice to the otherwise monotonous competition. Unexpectedly, Yun Gu actually withdrew from the competition and conceded defeat.

"It seems to be Bisky's idea..."

A thought flashed through her mind, and Oboro slowly left.

"This is terrifying... This is our suit-wearing thug. Even on the 150th floor, his reputation is enough to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents..."

Inside the venue, the host was still calling out.

But people around had already started throwing all sorts of trash onto the site...boos filled the air.

They bought tickets to see it... but didn't see anything, so naturally they were unhappy.

The match against Yun Gu was just a side story.

Since the other party had no intention of fighting him, Oboro decided to let things take their course.

He has no interest in people who have lost their will to fight, or even those who lack the courage to challenge themselves.

If it were that madman Hisoka... even knowing it would mean death, he would still wholeheartedly enjoy the process of fighting each other.

For some reason, Oboro found herself missing Hisoka a little...

There's a reason why that freak became one of the strongest Nen users.

As for Illumi… he seems willing to do anything for money, but in a life-or-death situation, he might not act like Hisoka. Because in Illumi's mind, his own life is always the most important thing; only by surviving can he have any chance.

He wouldn't do anything stupid... This is also a tenet of the Zoldyck family, as can be seen from his control over Killua later on.

Although it wouldn't be too dangerous, in Illumi's eyes, there were no targets that were unchallengeable or unkillable... If a direct confrontation wasn't possible, there were other solutions, such as asking for outside help or... some more insidious methods. It didn't matter if they were underhanded or not; as long as the target could be killed, it was the right thing to do.

From this perspective, Illumi wouldn't actually yield to any strong opponent, but... he wasn't as direct as Hisoka.

Of course, this is only under normal circumstances. If you touch Illumi's sore spot... that's a different story.

For example... Killua.

"Tsk... I finally got out to relax, why did I have to think of those two... What a downer."

On a bright, sunny day, Long, dressed in a suit, sat under a parasol outside a beverage shop on a commercial street, sipping juice.

With a soft sigh, I forcibly erased the two faces that had surfaced in my mind.

Fruit farmer and brother-obsessed.

At this point, more than a month had passed since he arrived at the Sky Arena.

Unsurprisingly, he went on a winning streak, creating a 'legend' by reaching the 200th floor with his zero-loss record, instant kills, and breaking various records.

He also earned the prize money as he wished, and amassed hundreds of millions of jin of jin in his pocket.

"Next... is the next step..."

Long smiled slightly, appearing very happy.

The 200th floor and the floor below the 200th floor of the Sky Arena are two different worlds. This is not only the understanding of the fighters, but also the view of the audience... Anyone who can climb to the 200th floor is a true 'star fighter'.

He had already re-registered on the 200th floor yesterday.

After waiting a while, the person Long wanted to see finally arrived late.

A burly, bald man whose head gleamed in the sunlight jogged over.

Rothschild, a kind-hearted man who signed Oboro's autograph on the long-distance bus and then generously gave money to him after getting off the bus.

Unfortunately, Bald Charles didn't become famous overnight. He was eliminated after reaching the sixty-something floor and had to start climbing all over again. In other words, his five years of hard training only improved his score by twenty floors compared to his first time in the Sky Arena.

Later, Oboro became a star in the Heaven's Arena, and Charles came knocking on his door, insisting on becoming his apprentice... Oboro

If he didn't agree, Charles became his follower, going wherever Oboro went, showing great perseverance in his pursuit of becoming stronger.

He's now Oboro's number one lackey.

"How about it?"

As Charles approached, Long asked lazily.

Charles picked up his water glass and took a big gulp before saying, "I've been to every casino, big and small, and your odds are still very low. It seems like none of the bookmakers think you'll lose... although the situation is different above the 200th floor... I suspect it might be related to the Sky Arena's hype for you, and... the ordinary spectators also hope you can continue to win and witness the legend continue..."

What are the odds offered by the opposing team?

Long asked again.

"Your odds are 1.5... Your next opponent's odds are 78."

Charles said.

Prices have risen so high... it's time to buy!

A smile crept onto Long's lips. He had been holding back all along, waiting for this day.

Pigs need to be fattened up before they can be slaughtered.

"Help me distribute the money, bet on each one... bet on my opponent to win," Long smiled.

"Huh? Master... are you admitting defeat?"

Charles was stunned.

Long did not accept him as a disciple; it was Charles who insisted on calling him that.

"What?" Long raised an eyebrow.

"What you're doing...is unsportsmanlike..."

It's clear that Charles greatly admires Oboro; he believes that Oboro can still win easily, even up to the 200th floor.

Charles is straightforward, simple-minded, and honest.

"Fighting spirit can't put food on the table. Just do what you're told." Long couldn't explain that his main purpose in coming to the Sky Arena was for the money.

That's too corny... I doubt even someone as smart as Charles could understand it.

"It's not admitting defeat, we're still going to fight, we're just going easy on them... Go on."

Look at this burly man, so hesitant and timid like a child, rubbing his temples and urging me on.

Charles left somewhat reluctantly.

"The 200th floor... a fighting arena for Nen users... it probably won't be as easy as before... hopefully it'll be a bit more fun."

After finishing her juice, Long got up and walked into the bustling street, disappearing into the distance.

19. Let's have a good talk.

On the way back to the Sky Arena, Oboro had a playful look on his face.

The street and the crowds in front of him suddenly became distorted and blurred in his field of vision.

Someone was following him and was recklessly unleashing their 'Nian', accompanied by a chilling killing intent, putting pressure on him.

This person is asserting their presence... it's a provocation.

"hehe."

Oboro also used his psychic power to resist, chuckled softly, and turned to walk into a secluded and dark alley.

After reaching the dead end of the alley, he slowly turned around and looked at a glamorous woman in high heels who was following closely behind.

"So you really are a Nen user..." The woman stared at Oboro with a blatant gaze, her expression relaxed. "I knew it... No matter how skilled or experienced an ordinary martial artist is, it's impossible to kill their opponent in under ten seconds every time."

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?" Oboro asked calmly, hands in his pockets. "I can give you some pointers."

"Pretty arrogant... However, as a newcomer who has just reached the 200th floor, you don't seem to understand the situation very well. People above the 200th floor are not the trash you fought before... Once you step onto the stage, even if you die on the stage, it's possible... When you registered, you should have seen the information and regulations, right?" The woman raised her hand and smoothed her fiery red hair, exuding charm.

The skirt, with its slits resembling those of a cheongsam, reveals long, shapely legs.

"I've heard your trash talk a lot... So, are you here specifically to warn me, or do you want to spar with me before the match?"

That's right, the woman in front of me is Long's opponent in the next round.

"I hope you abstain."

The woman's face turned cold.

"What if I don't..."

Long twisted his neck and said calmly.

"Then I'll just have to kill you now..." the woman said, spreading her hands.

She conjured her mental power in her palm, and with her movements, more than a dozen tiny toy girls landed on the ground.

"Concretization..."

He squinted his eyes.

He had already obtained information about the woman beforehand; her name was Jinsha, and she currently had a record of 4 wins and 3 losses.

The rules for the Sky Arena above the 200th floor have been changed.

It revolves around the 'application for combat system'.

Each Nen user has a 90-day preparation period, meaning they must participate in at least one match within those 90 days, or they will be eliminated. If they achieve ten wins, they gain the right to challenge the Lord; conversely, four losses disqualify them.

If the woman wants to stay on the 200th floor, she must defeat Oboro. She has already lost three times and is on the verge of danger.

A pile of Barbie dolls on the ground, like puppets, slowly approached Long.

Nen users have all sorts of strange and wonderful methods... Oboro couldn't figure out what was so special about these toys for the time being.

"I'll only give you ten seconds... to answer me, my patience is limited!"

The woman blew a kiss to Long, her words alluring yet laced with murderous intent, "If a handsome young man like you dies here, I'll be heartbroken... Anyway, you've only just reached the 200th floor, you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future... It's no big deal if this happens, just consider it... a lesson learned."

"Are you so confident that you've got me figured out?"

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Long chuckled silently.

The next second, the person instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt and pounced forward.

He pulled his large hand out of his pocket and reached straight for the woman's pretty face.

Swish!