Chapter 30
At such a young age, having won two consecutive matches with overwhelming victories, Ron directly advanced to the 70th floor.
"It's like the UFC; it's not about how many matches you fight that attracts attention."
"It's about having something worth watching."
"There's a lot to see in me right now."
"Especially with people betting on my matches; it adds an element of risk!"
Ron withdrew his gaze.
A host sat high above, introducing both contestants.
The audience cheered loudly.
"Begin!"
With the referee's shout, he stepped back to the edge of the arena.
The opposing contestant took a few steps forward, staring at Ron with a hostile expression.
"Hmph!"
He snorted coldly.
"You little brat, I heard you didn't show any respect?"
"You flat out rejected our proposal?"
"Giving you face but you don't appreciate it, huh?"
"Today, I'll smash your face into pieces!"
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Ron recalled Klozer from earlier.
"Are you in cahoots with Klozer?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then you must have misunderstood something."
"What misunderstanding?"
The opponent frowned.
Ron said, "The conditions they offered me were to intentionally lose to you, after which they'd give me 3 million Jeni."
"If they had confidence in you, why do you think they'd offer me this 3 million Jeni? Doing charity?"
"This proves that among your group, you're not as good as I am."
The opponent's expression darkened.
Ron paused for a moment.
"Originally, I didn't plan to get too entangled with you; it's pointless."
"But I hate endless troubles even more."
"Since that's the case, let me wake your organization up a bit."
In the next moment, Ron's figure vanished in an instant.
The opponent didn't even have time to react.
When Ron reappeared, he was already in front of him.
His hand was shaped like a blade.
He swung it.
"Pfft!"
A faint, fragile sound echoed.
Ron lightly jumped back to his previous position.
The opponent seemed to sense something.
A red line appeared on his neck.
Immediately, the red line began to widen.
Blood gushed forth.
"Gah… gah…"
The opponent's eyes widened as he desperately covered his throat, but it was of no use.
"Bang!"
The opponent fell heavily to the ground.
Blood stained the arena red.
Ron looked at the referee.
"Can you announce the result now?"
"Y-yes, of course."
The referee quickly regained his composure.
Ron walked out of the arena.
He no longer cared about what happened on the stage; all Ron wanted now was to trouble one person: Klozer.
Even after he had already given a warning, Klozer still sought him out.
Ron wanted to teach the other party a lesson.
He didn't go to the front desk; instead, he made his way to the hallway.
A window opened.
"Killer Queen!"
A pink figure appeared, leaping through the window.
"Kill Klozer!"
Ron issued the order to Killer Queen.
He looked down on Klozer's organization completely.
Such an organization was not very strong. Even if they had Nen users behind them, they would at most be new-level assassins and couldn't be too powerful.
Any slightly more advanced Nen user would absolutely look down on them.
Moreover, would anyone really go against a Nen user like Ron just for Klozer?
Upon seeing Ron instantly defeat his opponent in the arena, Klozer felt a surge of intense fear and quickly rushed downstairs to leave, not bothering to gather his belongings.
As long as the money was in his card, everything else didn't matter.
However, Klozer didn't expect Ron's movements to be much quicker than he had anticipated.
Killer Queen was guarding the entrance of the Sky Arena.
Ron, meanwhile, was looking down from the 70th floor, glancing in another direction.
The Sky Arena was an enormous structure.
There were large doors on all four sides.
With Ron's arrangement, there was a 50% chance of catching a glimpse of Klozer's figure.
There was also a 50% chance that Klozer could escape.
However, there was another possibility.
That was, Klozer hadn't left but was hiding somewhere inside the Sky Arena.
If that were the case, it would be a bit more troublesome for Ron to find Klozer.
But Klozer's luck was not great, and he didn't make the right move.
He happened to exit from the entrance where Killer Queen was positioned.
Even though he had disguised himself, he was easily recognized by Killer Queen.
Killer Queen didn't attack immediately but followed him instead.
Until they reached a corner.
Suddenly, she struck.
"Pfft!"
To an ordinary person's sight, a pair of scissors appeared out of nowhere, stabbing towards Klozer's throat.
Killer Queen was a Nen beast and was invisible to ordinary people.
Only a Nen user with the ability to condense could see her.
"Bang!"
Klozer fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
His eyes widened in shock.
With a thought from Ron, Killer Queen's figure vanished.
At this moment, Ron then headed towards the front desk.
A high-level entry ticket was handed to Ron.
"Straight to the 100th floor?"
Ron's eyes flickered for a moment.
"From this, it seems that the number of floors I can rise and the strength of my opponents are indeed related."
"That opponent on the 50th floor wasn't strong enough."
"This opponent on the 70th floor should be pretty good."
Ron stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 100th floor.
At that moment, discussions about Ron began to erupt.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
"He defeated Bobby in one hit."
"Bobby is a tough guy."
"Ron is too strong!"
Some people unfollowed Ron because of his action against Bobby, but others became even more loyal fans because of it.
Even some higher-level contestants began to notice Ron.
At this time, on the 16th floor.
A figure stood in front of a screen on the wall, not moving for a long time.
Even though the content on the screen had turned into an advertisement by now.
Killer Queen clenched his fists.
"That kid is actually that strong?"
"In comparison, I really suck."
"No way, I have to work harder!"
Ron arrived at the 100th floor, registered his information, and submitted his application for tomorrow's match.
Afterward, he received a room card.
Rooms would be assigned above the 100th floor.
Ron closed the door, surveyed the room, and then looked at the crystal ball in front of him.