Chapter 344
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After a nonchalant shrug, Abel walked past me and entered the elevator. Provocation like that would only amuse Abel, not anger him. After all, to any sane person, a few insignificant flies buzzing around would hardly be worth noticing. But if those pests persisted in buzzing about the ears, they'd certainly become an annoyance. So Abel's usual approach was to swat the bugs dead quickly.
Abel, looking unfazed, said, "Register me, please."
The lady at the desk hesitated for a moment as she processed Abel's registration and then said, "Don't mind them. Those were just some pretenders who barely made it past the hundredth floor. They can't accept defeat but lack the strength to reach higher levels."
"You seem to think highly of me."
"That's because since I started working here, you're the first to ask how one could get a residency on the 251st floor. I believe you're different from those guys."
She spoke with earnestness.
Abel smiled. "You have good judgment. Once I become a tower master, I'll invite you to be my floor manager."
"Tehe, I'll take you up on that offer~"
As they chatted, Abel finished his registration. Just before he was about to leave, the lady added, "Actually, the condition to reach the top floor, the 251st, isn't a secret. Anyone who becomes a tower master can participate in the biannual fighting tournament. The victor earns the right to reside on the top floor."
"The tournament is happening this year, but there isn't much time left until it starts."
"Thanks, this information is very valuable to me."
"Consider it an early investment on my part. Just don't stand me up later, hehe~"
"Just wait, you'll get a promotion and a raise soon enough, and life will be all uphill from there."
With a wave, Abel headed to the first floor's fighting arena to test his strength. Based on what the lady had told him, securing a spot on the 251st floor by following the rules seemed to be quite the hassle.
First, you need to reach over the 200th floor, then step by step become the new 'Master of the Tower' and gain the qualifications to participate in the martial arts tournament.
Next, defeat the others at the tournament to claim the championship title and become the final victor, which is necessary to secure a place on the 251st floor.
There's an incredible time crunch!
To complete the main part of the prayer order, he must remain within the Sky Arena, leaving no time to search for Hisoka unless encountered here.
And you also have to figure out a way to ensure the opponent can't escape.
"What a hassle."
Just as Abel muttered to himself, he heard the announcer call out his number.
He immediately got up and headed to platform number 11.
Due to the large number of participants, this floor was filled with platforms, with constantly shifting winners and losers.
Abel's first opponent was a muscular man proficient in karate, with his whole body covered in muscles.
"To save some time, I've still got to show some real strength."
Faced with the opponent who roared and charged over, Abel dodged the attack with a single step and appeared behind him.
Then, with his fingers bent, he flicked lightly.
Boom!
The karate muscleman seemed to suffer a severe blow, his back immediately caving in as he flew over ten meters away, falling off the platform and smashing the wall below the spectator seats.
Luckily, there weren't many spectators at the tournament for newcomers, and they sat scattered, otherwise, he might have accidentally taken a few with him.
The doctor immediately rushed to the rescue, uncertain if the man would survive.
"I guess I still used a bit too much strength, next time I'll need to hold back at least another thirty percent."
Hearing Abel speaking to himself, the referee glanced at the paper in his hand, which had the number 50 on it, and simply tore it up, writing a new number instead.
Better to rush this guy up to wreak havoc on others.
These newcomers can't withstand such rough treatment.