059 Ah, The World Is Suddenly Quiet

"The thing about winning a battle and getting to the top is also the beginning of loneliness."

"During the battle, everyone will try their best, and they may even lose themselves and everything they have... um~"

However, with the character of the old man, the speech was suddenly interrupted when everyone began to feel a little drowsy.

"Then, next contestants, please enjoy the game~"

Randomly waving the speech in his hand, Netero smiled and concluded with this abrupt statement, leaving the official staff of Heavens Arena bewildered.

Well, this style really belongs to Netero~

The old man's peculiar speech didn't negatively impact the atmosphere in the arena, instead, the audience grew even more excited at the abrupt end, prompting the officials of Heavens Arena to heave a sigh of relief and signal to the commentary desk.

The commentator understood and then loudly announced the official start.

At this moment, in a room somewhere in Heavens Arena...

After finishing his speech from the high platform, Netero, who had returned here, was calmly sipping tea, turning a deaf ear to the accusations from the eccentric Mr. Beans on the nearby TV.

"Chairman! That's a speech that I put a lot of effort into writing. If you stop halfway like this, will it affect..."

"Pa-ta~"

Netero set down his teacup, picked up the remote control, and lightly changed the channel.

Ah, the world suddenly became quiet.

He picked his ears and continued to sip his hot tea.

After taking a sip, "hohohoho" laughter resonated in the room.

Candidate room for contestants.

The competition had officially started, and the other Floor Masters were also borrowing some fighting equipment in the room to warm up before the competition.

There was only one person.

"Sucking~ Is this the Battle Olympia? It doesn't feel that great, the firmness and hardness are just average, and there's a lot of waste in the strength. It can only be said that it's due to his special strong Nen formulated to hurt people, barely ranking among the first-rate Nen."

While slurping on instant noodles he had taken out of his space backpack, Ronnel casually commented on the first fighting match that had started on TV.

Having undergone Bisky's initiation and training, Ronnel had reached a higher position to overlook these ignorant Nen users.

"What are you talking about? That's Sparka the champion of the last Battle Olympia! I don't know how many people in the world are his fans and regard him as an idol. Countless masters view him as someone to chase after!"

The Floor Masters present, regarded him as the enemy of this competition!

After warming up, the Floor Master who was watching TV with Ronnel immediately retorted after hearing his words. Apparently, he was also an eccentric Floor Master with bandages all over his body who had taken Spark as his target. When he spoke the name, there was a hint of fear in his tone, accompanied by a touch of schadenfreude in his eyes when he looked at Ronnel.

"I remember you were number 8, right? In the first half. That means, even if you win all the way, you will definitely meet Sparka in advance. If you're lucky, you may escape from his hands."

"Oh~"

Ronnel responded casually, then continued to slurp his instant noodles.

"Cut."

Seeing that Ronnel didn't react at all, the bandaged Floor Master couldn't help but spit secretly and left angrily.

"How? That guy?"

After the bandaged Floor Master left Ronnel, a few others surrounded him, communicating with the former in a cryptic manner.

"I still can't see his reality. It may be a bluff, but it could also be that he really has some strength. At least after seeing Sparka's battle, he remains so calm."

At this time, the bandaged Floor Master had completely lost the earlier gloating expression, now wearing a serious look.

"Combined with his previous one-hit kill game, I think the latter is more likely."

The bandaged Floor Master spoke in a deep voice, and the other oddly-dressed Floor Masters who had approached fell silent for a moment.

After a while, when the TV displayed the scene of Sparka knocking down his opponent and successfully advancing, a host covered in silver needles said with composure:

"After Sparka and the mysterious guest have fought against each other, we will almost see the reality. Next, let's take care of our own battles first~"

As he spoke, he slowly got up and walked toward the ring passage outside the waiting area.

He was the No. 3 and the next contestant to compete.

The rest of the Floor Masters exchanged glances, lingering on Thatcher for a moment before withdrawing their gazes and going about their own business.

The Battle Olympia between the Floor Masters was neither long nor short. The strength difference between the two sides was not significant. Under normal circumstances, half an hour was enough to decide the winner.

The gap in strength was too great, such as Sparka in the first game, who defeated his opponent decisively within five minutes.

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