058 Do You Want To Make A Date, And I Buy You Coffee?

Now, except for the champion of the last martial arts tournament, who was locked as No. 1 and the first to show the world that his champion demeanor has not faded, the remaining 31 are hosts, and they all need to draw lots to decide their own order of play.

As for whether someone used Nen to maliciously arrange a lottery opponent—this is also a skill. If you are really strong, you can completely ignore who your opponent is.

Therefore, in terms of the lottery, Heavens Arena is only responsible for recording the final results. As for the process, it all depends on the masters who showcase their talents.

After the pretty lady announced the lottery draw, the atmosphere in the waiting area became a little tense.

Just when everyone looked at me and I looked at them, and silence filled the air, a clear clapping sound broke through.

Ronnel swallowed the last mouthful of breakfast, clapped his hands, met the complicated gazes of all the hosts, got up slowly, and walked toward the wooden drawer box in the center.

"I'm the first to draw lots, so there shouldn't be any problem?" Ronnel looked around with a smile.

The question was more polite than necessary, but he didn't give this group of people an opportunity to refute, he directly put his hand into the wooden box.

He didn't use any means, just drew a card out of ordinary probability.

"Number 8."

He unfolded the display card for everyone to see clearly, and the pretty lady even wrote down Ronnel's name in the number 8 position on the battle sheet.

With Ronnel taking the lead to break the silent atmosphere, the rest of the hosts stepped forward to draw cards one after another, tacitly adhering to certain established rules.

As for whether they used Nen or other methods during this process, Ronnel didn't pay much attention.

Anyway, the end result is the same: no one can stand in the way of Ronnel winning the championship.

After the other 30 Floor Masters drew lots one after another, the final battle form was freshly released.

Ronnel glanced over and found that the No. 7 contestant, who was matched against him, was the Floor Master of the 231st floor, the well-deserved leader of Subai school, Thatcher.

"Is this some kind of special fate?" Ronnel looked toward Thatcher, who was leaning on his sword and looking at him sullenly and apprehensively.

Ronnel just smiled at this and ignored it.

Time passed by each minute and second, and with the release of the battle list, the shouts outside grew more and more enthusiastic.

Finally, after the commentator gave an enthusiastic compliment to the owner of Heavens Arena, all the contestants were invited to enter.

Ronnel walked amid this group of oddities and made his way toward the center of the grand contest ring with a calm demeanor.

As all the hosts appeared on stage, the atmosphere and noise of the scene suddenly improved several levels, shocking all the young ladies in the commentary booth.

"The ratings have exploded!!"

The opening ceremony of each biennial combat festival is the happiest time for this group of TV practitioners.

And they know that this is just the beginning. In the next period, as the fighting atmosphere reaches its climax, the ratings will rise steadily!

In front of a TV that contributed a little to the ratings—

"What~ this year's contestants are really disappointing enough. Thanks to the fact that I ran all the way here, it's boring~"

In a luxurious room, Hisoka casually glanced at the TV, then concentrated on forming a pyramid with the playing cards in his hand.

"Well, do you want to make an appointment, and I buy you coffee?"

"I refuse."

On the side, Machi, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, looked at Hisoka calmly.

"And are you really bored? With your personality, if it weren't for someone you care about here, it would be impossible for you to come."

"Oh, your intuition is still so accurate~"

Hisoka showed no embarrassment at being exposed and rejected for his lies, but suddenly fixed his eyes on a certain screen on the TV.

"I really want to fight with him~"

"Who?"

Machi turned her head just in time to see the camera feed on Ronnel.

"I see. Your target is No. 8. He is indeed much stronger now, but don't forget the rules, killing each other is not allowed."

"Hey, hey~ Of course I understand this, but it shouldn't be a problem to have a friendly discussion in private, right?"

Hisoka spoke intently, a peculiar smile dancing on his lips.

Machi looked at Hisoka, who was immersed in his perverse thoughts, and shrugged.

For this murderous pervert who likes to challenge the strong, everyone basically knows the purpose of joining the troupe: His target is Captain Chrollo.

But under the troupe's rules, as long as Hisoka doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, Machi and the others don't bother to pay attention to him.

In the competition arena, after the 31 hosts plus the one-time champion showed their images, Netero gave a lengthy speech.

"All the outstanding contestants in the world gather here to fight for the top honor."

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