A few months later, the arena on the 200th floor was packed.
This match had attracted everyone's attention.
The reason for this kind of fight wasn't because of the reputation of the mysterious suit fighter, but because it was a Floor Master!
A Floor Master title match.
Almost all of the Nen users on the 200th floor were present.
"With an electric atmosphere in the arena, the first person to come out is a man known as the 'Suit Fighter', Competitor Oboro! He once set a legendary record here in Heaven's Arena and has the ability to end fights in an instant, so I think some long-time viewers should be familiar with him. However, after reaching the 200th floor, Oboro seemed to encounter numerous obstacles and was unable to reach the top, leaving many disappointed".
"But after more than a year, he finally fulfilled the ambitions of a true martial artist and achieved an incredible ten-win streak on the 200th floor, and then successfully challenged a Floor Master! Let's see if he can achieve his goal!"
"And the person who accepted his challenge is none other than Floor Master Sammy! Ever since Sammy defeated the previous Floor Master, no one has been able to shake his position in the past three years!"
"Ahhh!!"
The audience responded to the announcer's words with thunderous cheers.
Pure excitement.
Those voices weren't cheering for Oboro, they were cheering for the mighty Sammy!
People always admire the strong.
Oboro had already taken the stage, and then the room dimmed, and a spotlight shone down, illuminating a figure.
The man was bathed in light and approached Oboro with a cold expression amidst thousands of cheers.
Oboro didn't look at him, as if he didn't care much about this battle, but looked at the system screen in front of him.
[System Status Display]
His aura was rising rapidly, he noticed with a knowing smile.
Clearly, half a year ago, his Nen was at the level of an advanced user, but now he had reached the master class.
Although his Nen abilities had developed quickly, the difficulty was actually greater. The higher the level, the slower the future progress might be.
He'd returned to the 200th floor and won ten fights. The pace was less efficient than he'd expected. He'd planned to leave Heaven's Arena within two months, but it was delayed until now. During this time, he'd also developed new Nen techniques and refined his skills, almost like he was in isolation training.
If he calculated carefully, it had been almost two years since he arrived at the Heaven's Arena. Adding in his previous experience in the circus and the mountains, it was almost four years.
Even with his unique advantages, he could only grow to this level.
"As expected, even with certain advantages, you can't underestimate any world."
After closing the panel, Oboro looked up at his opponent who was already standing in the ring.
Floor Master Sammy.
A man with no clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong and muscular torso, covered in tattoos that seemed to pulsate with aura.
The two knew each other.
After all, he had been in Heaven's Arena long enough to be considered a veteran, there was always a chance they would run into each other, and he wasn't the first person to challenge Sammy. Floor Masters weren't static; their strengths varied, some stronger than others. Some groups of Floor Masters were significantly weaker than others. But just because one group was weak, it didn't mean that all Floor Masters were weak.
In different eras, even Hisoka and Chrollo had been Floor Masters.
It was a matter of timing. In some periods, the Floor Masters were stronger, in others, they were weaker.
It had to do with the competitive environment and the level of other Nen users in that era.
Based on Oboro's research and understanding of the Floor Masters, these current ones deserved to be called "strong".
Their level was much higher than those who would come a few years later.
Floor Masters had their own rules. Within a certain period of time, as long as a Floor Master successfully defended his title, he could rest as much as he wanted. If a challenger emerged, the next Floor Master in line would face them. Unfortunately, this time it was Sammy's turn, and he couldn't refuse.
Even though Oboro had made it look easy, there were actually many Nen users on the 200th floor, with new faces appearing every day, but not many could actually get ten wins, and even fewer could successfully defeat a Floor Master.
Therefore, these floor masters had a relatively easy life.
There was no need to stay in Heaven's Arena all the time.
"I had a feeling that when a new Floor Master appeared, it would definitely be you, I just didn't expect my luck to be so bad that it would be my turn."
Seeing Oboro's relaxed expression, Sammy said in a deep voice.
He was very serious.
He had to be serious!
He wasn't one of those overconfident fools, and he also knew what Oboro had done in the past year.
The man in the suit before him had possessed the ability to challenge a Floor Master for quite some time.
"Are you going to forfeit?"
He raised his eyebrows, his hands in his pockets as he smiled.
"Don't misunderstand, the reason I say I'm unlucky is that dealing with you is much more difficult than dealing with those immature rookies, it doesn't mean you can definitely beat me. Arrogance is not a good thing." Sammy flexed his muscles and gave an appropriate sneer.
"Besides, if your opponent is me, you'll probably have to start your winning streak all over again."
"We'll see about that."
When Oboro heard this, he showed his teeth in a grin.
"Ohh! The match hasn't even started yet and our challenger Oboro and Floor Master Sammy are already exchanging fierce words!"
The announcer took the opportunity to increase the tension.
Oboro and Sammy released massive amounts of aura almost simultaneously.
The stone tiles beneath their feet cracked with subtle sounds, and even small pieces of gravel and dust were affected by their aura and began to float.
Below the stage, Wing watched intently with his fingers crossed.
He was afraid of missing any details of their battle.
"Such power. Just in terms of their aura, they're not on the same level as others."
Wing felt the pressure of their aura at close range, and his hair was constantly moving as if in the wind.
Biscuit next to him was unusually serious and didn't react.
Beep!
A whistle blew and the game began!
Oboro and Sammy disappeared from sight, moving too fast for ordinary people to follow with their eyes.
Wing's eyes darted quickly, following the void where the blows echoed.
Ordinary people couldn't even see their afterimages, their speed was too great!
In Wing's eyes, the positions of the two fighters kept shifting. In just a few seconds, they had already exchanged dozens of blows! Each attack sharper than the last, each defense more determined!
"Position adjustment, opponent observation, timing control, Nen application, Their minds can instantly process and digest huge amounts of information, producing the optimal battle strategy while maintaining full control and reaction They have different fighting styles, but neither shows any weakness or opening for the other to exploit."
Wing swallowed nervously as he spoke.
Watching a battle of this level was incredibly instructive.
Not everyone had such an opportunity.
Bang!
A minute later, in the space where only wind and impact sounds could be heard, a figure suddenly retreated and fell to the ground.
It was Sammy.
Oboro's kick had hit him in the stomach.
"Even in such a close, intense exchange, his reactions could still improve?" Wing was surprised when he looked at Oboro, who had also retreated to a stable stance.
"It's about flow."
Biscuit added, "After such a long training, his Nen control has become more precise and mature, this boy has reached a high level of skill. Although he is also very experienced, Sammy is not quite at Oboro's level. Even though the fight only lasted a minute, the difference is clear."
"He already had a deep understanding of Nen, all he lacked was experience."
"When two strong Nen users fight, there aren't many flashy techniques. Moreover, compared to when he first came to Heaven's Arena, he's made up for his weaknesses. In this exchange just now, he used at least five different applications of Nen to resolve or counter his opponent's moves, and Sammy was barely able to withstand his onslaught, his defense becoming more and more desperate."
"His aura flow was completely natural, he could also predict where his opponent's attacks would land, just like when Esimilu outmaneuvered him, only now the roles have been reversed!"
Biscuit looked at Sammy on the stage and calmly said, "That kick damaged his internal organs.
Hearing this, Wing let out a breath.
Then he smiled with relief, "I knew if it was Oboro, it would look easy."
"Oh? Are you close to him?"
Biscuit looked at her apprentice with an unhappy expression.
"Well."
"Don't celebrate too soon. We haven't seen her Hatsu abilities yet, Hatsu is full of uncertainties and it's often the biggest trump card and the final move. What if the little brat loses!" Biscuit said angrily, then suddenly stood up from her seat, waving her hands and shouting: "Come on! You have to beat him! You can do it!"
Obviously, she was cheering for Sammy and criticizing Oboro.
"Master."
Wing smiled wryly.
On the ring, Oboro heard Biscuit's outburst and looked in her direction.
He tapped his toe carelessly and looked at Sammy, "Don't hold back, you must have a special technique ready, right?"
"Hmph!"
Sammy opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath and his aura surged.
His stomach swelled like a balloon.
Then he opened his mouth and released a mass of colorful bubbles that covered the entire arena.
Oboro narrowed his eyes, and in the next second, all the dense bubbles around him exploded.
What looked like simple fist-sized bubbles released piercing sound waves as they burst, the sound waves almost deafening Oboro for a moment, causing him to lose his hearing.
Not only that, but when the bubbles burst, they were accompanied by a blinding white light that blinded him.
The bubbles turned into vapor that spread through the air, and where they touched Oboro's body, his limbs became sticky and heavy as if filled with lead.
"Hahaha, my Hatsu ability works in a wide area. It's almost impossible to avoid it in a limited space. Even if there's no direct damage, I can still greatly weaken my opponent In the past, when I faced challengers, I would just use my ability to interfere with their hearing, and that was enough The loss of one sense is often fatal! You're the first to make me use my full power," Sammy slowly walked towards Oboro.
In front of him, Oboro's face was blank and his eyes had lost their focus, as if he was completely unaware of his surroundings. He stood like a defenseless target.
"It's over!"
Sammy suddenly accelerated and threw a punch at Oboro's face.
Ready to knock him off the stage.
Just as the attack was about to connect, a layer of golden aura suddenly appeared on Oboro's body.
His entire form seemed to be covered in gold, transformed into a golden statue.
However, Sammy's fist, enhanced with the powerful Nen, struck it, but had no effect at all!
"What?"
Sammy was stunned.
He threw several more punches in a row, but still couldn't penetrate the golden substance that appeared like a second skin.
A Hatsu ability!
It's his Nen ability!
Sammy realized.
At that moment, the golden light faded, and the previously rigid eyes suddenly moved to focus on Sammy at close range.
"Impressive Hatsu."
After the compliment, his arm transformed into a dark whip-like shadow that struck with lightning speed.
It hit Sammy's neck instantly.
Sammy convulsed as if electrocuted and immediately fell to the ground, clutching his neck.
His expression was one of disbelief.
Blood flowed between his fingers and splattered on the floor.
"Do you wish to continue?" He looked down at his opponent kneeling at his feet and asked with a smile.