Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

So his legs were directly entangled. Fu Long had never learned ground fighting techniques, and at most he had watched a few episodes of mixed martial arts matches before. So after he got the first move, he immediately engaged in grappling, holding onto his opponent with one hand and refusing to let go.

"This is bad. Krest has been caught. Once Fu Long catches him, he will launch a powerful attack."

As the commentator said, Fu Long's fist struck Crest mercilessly.

With just two punches, the Crest man was knocked unconscious.

The current strength of Fu Long's fist has exceeded five tons, but the exact value is unknown.

The referee promptly announced the result.

"KO! Fu Long knocked out his opponent with one punch. Rejoice, Fu Long! You have successfully entered the 200th floor."

The people in the stands went crazy, waving countless betting tickets, while Fu Long simply glanced around calmly, his expression utterly serene.

Faces as still as water, hearts burning with rage. Have you finished cheering? And you referee, hurry up and give me my credentials for going up there. I'm leaving. What am I supposed to do here?

The referee was unaware of Fu Long's thoughts. In his view, everyone who reached the 200th floor deserved such cheers and blessings.

The referee then walked over and said, "Congratulations, Fu Long, on reaching the 200th floor of the Sky Arena. This is the dream of every martial artist. However, you don't seem very excited."

Fu Long: What's there to be excited about?

Is there any rule in the entire Sky Arena that I don't know? No!

Fu Long collected a lot of information online back then, and he understands it all.

At this moment, the commentator also jumped out and handed the microphone to Fu Long.

"Fu Long, you've reached the 200th floor. Is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?"

Fu Long: "Guys, type 666 in the chat."

Narration: ...

referee:……

audience:……

What did you just say? I don't understand.

"Haha, it seems that contestant Fu Long is still a bit unaccustomed to this scene. Let's cheer his name together and send contestant Fu Long off to the 200th floor."

Fu Long rolled his eyes. "Go ahead and do it. It's so boring. Next time you win, just run away."

When the elevator reached the 200th floor, Fu Long took a deep breath.

Ding! As soon as the elevator doors opened, Fu Long immediately sensed the mutual interference of mental energy around him, along with some inexplicable malice.

Newcomers get bullied.

"Contestant Fu Long, the registration area is over here. Please complete the registration within 48 hours, otherwise it will be considered a forfeit."

Fu Long nodded, released his mental energy, and slowly walked inside.

The 200th floor also has its own rules. People here will mark newcomers. Of course, if you are targeted, the other party will challenge you and try to get a victory from you.

But it didn't matter to Fu Long. He was just here to register. As for the battle, that would have to wait.

He hurried to the registration desk, only to find Hisoka standing there.

The moment Hisoka saw Fu Long, his sinister eyes narrowed.

"Oh, it really has great growth potential. It's already reached the 200th floor so quickly."

Fu Long shuddered. Damn it, why hadn't that freak left yet? More importantly, Hisoka was definitely targeting him.

What to do? Fight? Go ahead and fight, what a load of crap.

Having just gained Nen power, what right does he have to fight Hisoka? Don't even think about it.

Having no other choice, Fu Long had to pretend he couldn't see Hisoka and walk past him.

In the instant they passed each other, Hisoka whispered, "You seem to know me very well!"

Fu Long was struck dumb. This guy was too sensitive. Could he analyze so much just from a glance?

Although I've never actually met him, I do know him, but I can't tell Hisoka any of this.

Fu Long turned around, but Hisoka had already walked far away.

"The taste of youth, it's so intriguing." With that voice, Hisoka turned a corner and disappeared.

Fu Long was at his wits' end and asked: Is there any way to be forgotten by Hisoka without dying?

"Forget it, there's no way to get an answer here," Fu Long decided, "I'll just stick to my own plan."

As for Hisoka, he's the type who won't eat unless he's fattened up, so there's no rush; I still have time.

Keep your distance and try to survive for two years. Even if you're not Hisoka's match by then, you should be able to handle him.

At the registration desk, after registering his information, just as he was about to leave, a figure blocked Fu Long's path.

Looking at that bewildered face, Fu Long sighed. It was someone he knew.

After all, the person in front of him was not only a supporting character, but also a supporting character who had only appeared twice. In addition, his combat power was not high in the early stages, so Fu Long couldn't remember what this guy's name was for a moment.

"My name is Colonel Sha."

"Ah, right, I remember now, you're Colonel Dumb, a guy who tries to climb the ranks by defeating newcomers, and in the end..."

Uh, Fu Long covered his mouth, realizing he had said too much.

Colonel Sha was stunned. Were we that close? Everything you said before was right, so what happened in the end?

"Brother, let me give you a piece of advice: you'd better give up the idea of ​​finding a newbie to become the host. This isn't suitable for you. You, Jidou, Jiedu."

After saying that, Fu Long patted Colonel Sha on the shoulder and walked towards the elevator of the Sky Arena. He was ready to leave now. He would deal with any challenges later. There was still a 90-day preparation period, which was plenty of time for now.

Colonel Sha stood there stunned, not stopping him, until Fu Long left before he realized what was happening.

"Who exactly is he? How does he know so much? We just started a plan to find new talent."

Colonel Sha felt fear, especially after Fu Long's last, abrupt remark, which made him realize that his fate was not good.

But, 200 floors, the host, countless riches and honors await... no, I cannot back down.

Colonel Sha was also determined.

Chapter 6 The Cririm Mills

The Republic of Padokia is home not only to the Sky Arena, the fourth tallest building in the world, but also to a wealth of places for spiritual practice.

Jungles, wastelands, mountains—each place is home to different creatures, and cultivators are common here.

The pedestrians on the street are mostly tall and imposing.

However, because of the Sky Arena, it's not very chaotic here; at least, it's rare to see martial artists attacking ordinary people.

After leaving the Sky Arena, Fu Long bought a map of the area, hoping to find a good training ground.

Ultimately, Fu Long set his sights on the Krelimi Mountains in the north.

It's easier to find caves to live in in mountainous areas, and Fu Long is also more adapted to fighting in mountainous terrain.

After boarding a bus that could take him to the mountains, Fu Long noticed that most of the passengers were burly martial artists.

These people were also there for trials. The remaining ordinary people, while not afraid of such people, kept their distance.

Fu Long's physique is not advantageous here.

At 1.8 meters tall, he's only average in the hunter world, about the same height as a knight-errant.

So there were several people in the car who were even stronger and taller than him.

But when it comes to combat strength, these people are almost as weak as weaklings.

It was more than an hour later when the bus arrived in the mountainous area.

After getting off the bus, Fu Long watched as the people around him entered the mountainous area in twos and threes, and then he stretched.

"The cultivation has begun. I hope everything goes smoothly. But speaking of which, I think I dreamt about something in the car, but I've forgotten what it was. I have a bad feeling about it."

After careful consideration, Fu Long shook his head. It was too difficult to recall the events in his dream. Even a perfectionist might not be able to remember anything. He decided to give up.

Let's go into the mountains.

It wasn't even noon yet, but Fu Long was very fast. In no time, he found a mountain spring flowing down from the mountain, and it looked very clear.

After taking a few sips of the spring water, Fu Long couldn't help but sigh. The nature conservation in the Hunter World is truly excellent. It's pollution-free, drinkable directly, and refreshingly cool. If they could bring this spring water back home, they could even put up an advertisement saying, "We are just porters of nature."

With a "whoosh," a creature over a meter tall, resembling a pheasant, burst out of the bushes and charged towards Fu Long at a considerable speed.

However, Fu Long only glanced at the chicken before reaching out and blocking its momentum.

Bang! The pheasant's eyes rolled back, and it was shot dead.

"Indeed, the creatures here are different."

Fu Long looked closely at the pheasant in front of him. Its comb was different; it was golden, and its neck was disproportionately thick.

If this were made into chicken necks, it would be so delicious to hold and gnaw on.

Of course, it's just a thought. Such a big chicken, just one leg would be enough for Fu Long to eat for a long time.

I'm not a gourmet hunter, I don't have that big an appetite.

There was another rustling sound in the bushes, and two people emerged from them.

One was tall and the other short, one was fat and the other thin, both had messy hair and faces that made them look like bad guys at first glance.

Fu Long almost blurted out: "The two monks on the other side are Fat and Skinny from Shenlong Island."

Unfortunately, these two were not ascetics at all, but just ordinary martial artists.

The two men's eyes gleamed with greed as they saw the pheasant lying dead beside Fu Long.

“Friend, we found this golden-crested chicken first, so we’d better hand it over,” the tall man said with a sly grin, clearly not taking Fu Long seriously.

"So what if you found it first? It's not like you killed it. But you've come at the right time. Tell me, what's so special about this thing?"

Fu Long reached out, released his mental energy, and condensed it.

Although Fu Long hasn't fought against a telekinetic user yet, he's familiar with the storyline.

Condensation is the foundation for the comprehensive application of telekinesis in combat.