Hunter: I'm Really Not a Mind Remover Chapter 287

  Chapter 287 The audience is silent

   How much do you look forward to this reunion...

  At this moment, the aura lingering on Hisoka is venting and agitating crazily.

  In this way, the excitement and anticipation that reaches the climax can be clearly "explained".

  Even if it is regarded as a "ripe apple" by Moyou, it doesn't matter.

   As long as he can fight Moyu here, Hisoka doesn't care about such trivial matters at all.

   Just like he is willing to bear the title of "Tumbler" to be active in the Sky Arena, isn't it also for the slightest possibility?

   Then Moyu finally appeared.

  For Hisoka, other things are no longer important at this moment.

   "It's okay here"

   Hisoka's right hand rested on his back, with a poker card between his fingers, and the fighting desire in his eyes was obvious.

  He couldn't wait any longer.

   It just happened that the duel just now allowed him to complete his warm-up, which was just right.

  Men Qi felt the aura full of extreme emotions released from Hisoka, and her heart throbbed endlessly.

   This must be a pervert!

  In an instant, Men Qi had an intuitive understanding of Hisoka.

  She mobilized her thoughts quickly, looking at Hisoka with vigilance.

  However, Hisoka only had Moyu in his eyes, and he never looked at her more from the beginning to the end.

  Moyu did not respond to Hisoka's fighting spirit, but calmly said:

   "I can't eat hot tofu if I'm impatient, so wait for me in the arena. I'm in the same mood as you when I want to have a fight."

   "Ah~ I'm so happy to hear you say that"

  Sisona's right hand hidden on the back of his waist slowly stretched out in front of him, with his palm turned upwards, and the playing card between his fingers pointed to Moyu, and his long and narrow eyes had a dangerous luster.

   "But I can't wait"

   "Then I'm sorry, if you are here, you may not be able to enjoy yourself, and I... neither."

  Moyu didn't have to fight Hisoka in the ring.

   But if there is a fight here, don't blame him for compressing the "battle time limit".

  He will try his best to make Hisoka lose the power to resist in the shortest possible time.

"Well…"

   Hisoka stared at Moyou intently, his expression and even his aura restrained in silence.

  At this moment, it is really difficult for him to suppress the feeling of "reunion".

  He can intuitively tell him—

  If you really start fighting here, you will not be able to enjoy yourself as Moyou said, and you will not be able to experience the pleasure that can only be produced in battle.

  Do you want to continue waiting?

  Although he is not the type who must leave the most delicious main course for the last to taste slowly, he also has the patience to wait for the fruit to ripen.

   Is it in a hurry, or is it patient to wait for the best moment?

   For a short time, Hisoka chose the latter.

"All right"

   Hisoka obeyed his intuition, and put away the playing cards with some regret.

  In order to better enjoy the fight with Moyou, he is willing to wait for a while.

  Besides, he has already confirmed the "mood" expressed by Moyou.

no doubt-

  Since the "first meeting", the man in front of him is looking forward to the "this time" reunion just like him.

   "That's it"

   Hisoka simply turned around, but before turning around, he suddenly threw a big ghost playing card at Moyu.

  The poker cards entwined with the power of concentrated thoughts are quite powerful, but Moyou caught them lightly.

   Hisoka took a hasty glance before turning around, and noticed that Moyu did not use "condensation" when catching the playing cards, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

   Such "trust" really made him feel excited.

  Moyu watched Hisoka leave, and then threw the playing cards into the trash can not far away.

  He knew what Hisoka was like.

  In order to conclude an agreement that can "fight head-to-head", Hisoka is a person who will give in on many things, and is even willing to meet the opponent's request before "head-to-head fight".

   This is all to welcome the arrival of what Hisoka thinks is "the moment".

  Men Qi frowned as she looked at Hisoka's receding figure.

  She doesn't know Hisoka as well as Moyu, she just thinks Hisoka is a dangerous person.

   "Master..."

   "Don't worry, my 'intersection' with him is limited to fighting, and I won't lose."

  Moyou seemed to be able to guess what Men Qi wanted to say, so he spoke first.

"Um."

  Men Qi nodded silently.

   But his eyes still glanced at the direction Hisoka left.

  Compared to the few psychics who met in the ruins, Hisoka who came into contact with today gave her a more dangerous sense.

   "Let's go, sign up."

  Moyou's voice brought Menqi's thoughts back to reality.

  Then, the two went to line up again.

  Although it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, there were still many people queuing up for registration.

   Moyou and Menqi waited for more than an hour to complete the registration.

  In order to rise to the 200th floor as soon as possible, Moyou continued the name of "Yil Fan" in the second registration.

  Men Qi is the same.

   After completing the registration, Mo You and Men Qi went straight to the preliminary competition venue on the first floor.

  As the evening approached, many arenas in the venue were still operating at high load, and there were still many contestants waiting to be matched in the auditorium.

   This is the sky arena, a paradise for fighters.

   After waiting in the auditorium for about half an hour, Mo You and Men Qi were assigned to the ring successively.

  Moyou had just arrived in the ring, and the referee in charge of this preliminary round was looking at him in surprise.

  According to the information query of the machine in hand, the referee already knew that Moyou was the Yier fan who broke through to the 200th floor with a complete victory more than a year ago, and won the "Ten Wins" simply and neatly.

  At that time, countless audiences in the Sky Arena were looking forward to which host Moyou would challenge.

  In the end, Moyou disappeared for no reason.

   I didn't expect to see the return of "Il fans" in the preliminary venue after more than a year.

  The referee was overwhelmed and pretended to be calm to announce the start of the preliminary round.

  As soon as his voice fell, Moyou immediately kicked the opponent out of the preliminary round.

  The referee stiffened his neck and looked at the unlucky guy who was kicked off the court by Moyou, obviously in a deep coma.

  Although it was an expected result, the game ended too quickly.

   Moyou looked at the referee, waiting for the verdict.

   Noticing Moyou's gaze, the referee came back to his senses, quickly used the machine in his hand to print out the receipt, and sent Moyou directly to the 200th floor.

   Exactly.

  According to past competition records, only one preliminary round can directly promote to the 200th floor.

   Moyou took the ticket, nodded towards the referee, then turned and left.

  In the auditorium.

  A young man with white short hair and handsome features looked at the back of Moyuna walking towards the aisle, his agate green eyes couldn't hide his shock.

  The young man named Huashi Doulang is a preliminary contestant who has just signed up for the Sky Arena.

  While waiting for the match, he accidentally saw the battle situation in the ring where Moyou was.

Then-

  He didn't even see Moyou's figure clearly, but saw Moyou's opponent fly out of the ring inexplicably, and fell heavily to the ground.

  Because the unlucky guy was put on a stretcher instead of directly covered with a white cloth, it can be deduced that the unlucky guy just fell into a coma.

   This is what shocked Huashi Doulang the most.

   In his opinion, Moyou's offensive, which is difficult to see with the naked eye, requires extremely strong speed support, so when attacking, he can easily kill an opponent who has not reacted.

  But Moyou "intentionally" controlled his strength in that situation, and in the end he just made his opponent unconscious.

   Realizing this, Huashi Doulang was shocked in his heart.

   "Good, so strong... Sure enough, there are people out there."

  Hua Shi Doulang slowly lowered his head, looking at his uncontrollably trembling hands.

  I don't know whether it's in awe of the strength of others, or because I'm excited to see the door to a new world that's opened.

the other side.

  Men Qi easily defeated her opponent, but was sent directly to the 200th floor by the referee

  Moyou and Men Qi left the venue of the preliminary competition, went straight to the service window on the 200th floor, exchanged the bonus, and registered for the next competition by the way.

  After that, the two did not go to the single room arranged by the Sky Arena, but directly checked into the hotel outside.

   Returning to the Sky Arena this time, at least a few hundred million ringgits can be added to the account, so it is natural to spend money lavishly.

   In terms of food, Men Qi didn't even care about spending. With the convenience brought by the hunter's license, she spent a lot of money ordering a lot of rare ingredients at the "Lin Nie Food Market".

   Even if she spends all the money in the account to order ingredients, Moyou will contribute to her account.

  Because Moyou and Menqi were never ambiguous about eating.

   This is probably one of the few rigid needs in their daily life.

   That night.

  Moyou's registration was responded to, and the competition was scheduled for 3 pm the next day.

  At the same time, because of Moyu's return, the Sky Arena started warming up the competition without hesitation.

  With the theme of "that man's return", advertisements were placed in the halls of the Sky Arena and even the hotline channels in this city to warm up the game at 3 pm the next day.

  In less than an hour, the audience who were keen on the Sky Arena learned about Moyu's return.

   "Il fans are back?! Oh my god, I thought he had an accident..."

   "So am I. After Yier fans suddenly disappeared, even if I just saw some reports on the TV news channel about some unknown people dying on the street in this city, I would subconsciously think that they might be Yier fans."

   "It turns out that Ilmi is not dead, he is still alive! And he is back!!"

   "Wait, who are you talking about Il fans?"

   "Hey, when tomorrow's game starts, you'll know who he is!"

  Suddenly, all places in the city were talking about the return of "Ilmi".

   And the people who care most about this matter are no different from the group of sky arena owners who are sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

  They are all the best among thousands of contestants, and finally they will reign at the top of the sky arena in the name of "landlord".

   Just to keep this position, they have to face challenges from "Ten Winners" at any time.

   If unfortunately defeated, they will lose their hard-won position as the landlord.

It can be said-

   It is very difficult to become a landlord.

   It is even more difficult to defend the position of the landlord.

  The return of "Il fans" directly attracted the attention of these hosts.

   They have been in the Sky Arena for many years to achieve their current status. Naturally, they know Moyou, who was hailed as the strongest dark horse more than a year ago.

  At the beginning, after Moyou won ten victories, the posters were ready.

  At that time, none of them actually wanted to be selected by Moyou.

  Now, too.

  The next day.

  The eve of the game.

   Moyu stood alone in the weapons room.

   Around, there are shelves full of various weapons, and even on the walls, all kinds of cold weapons are also hung.

  After reaching the 200th floor, contestants can use weapons freely.

  Moyu glanced at the dazzling array of weapons in the weapon room, and soon, his eyes rested on a long knife with a sheath.

  He went over and picked up the long knife from the shelf.

  clang—

   Pulled the knife out of its sheath, and immediately put it back on the shelf without looking at the long knife.

   "It feels about the same."

  Moyou stared at the scabbard, his thoughts moved slightly, and a ball of thought power floated in his palm, which materialized into a black knife in the blink of an eye.

  After that, he tried to insert the black knife into the scabbard. Although it couldn't fit tightly, it was generally fine.

   "Barely fit."

  Moyu drew the knife back and forth to sheath, and tried four or five times before stopping.

   I came to the weapon room to find a roughly suitable scabbard, in order to cover up the information that the black knife is a materialization item.

  This approach may not necessarily be effective, but it is always a preparation.

  Holding the black knife with scabbard in his left hand, Moyu glanced at the clock on the wall, it was still a few minutes before his match started.

   "Sisso will definitely come to my game."

   Moyou smiled slightly and walked towards the door.

  From today's match, he will always carry the sheathed black sword on his body until he wins "Ten Wins".

   Presumably by then, some misunderstandings should be created.

   After a while.

  Moyou walked through the passage and came to the venue.

   Following his appearance, the auditorium suddenly burst into cheers.

   But still far inferior to Hisoka's game yesterday.

  Facing the cheers from all directions, Moyou came to the ring.

  His opponent this time is actually a person with the ability to use a knife.

   If I remember correctly, it was Alva.

   Moyou glanced at the opponent, recalling the game notification information at that time.

  Alva was also looking at Moyou, his eyes flicked over the knife held by Moyou in his left hand, and his mood was gloomy.

  In the auditorium.

   Hisoka looked at the knife in Moyu's hand with great interest.

   During the time he didn't know, did Moyu's "growth" lie on this knife?

   Hisoka thought in his heart.

  In the arena.

  With the introduction of the host, the dust has settled, and the game is about to begin.

   Countless gazes from the auditorium immediately focused on the ring.

"start!"

  The referee waved his hand and made a gesture, then quickly backed away, staring at the two contestants.

  Moyu looked at Alva and took the lead in attacking.

  He kicked his feet, but rushed towards Alva in a straight line.

   Come to the first game on the 200th floor...

  In other words, he will fight for the speed of light to finish every game before he achieves ten victories.

   Moyu rushed to Alva in the blink of an eye.

  Alva shrank his pupils, followed his own reaction, and decisively swung his knife at Moyou who came in front of him.

   Whoosh—

  Moyu stepped on his feet and bent his legs, while avoiding the attack, he turned around and appeared behind Alva.

  「all done」

  Moyou's eyes were lowered, his right hand was clinging to the handle of the knife, and the pure killing intent from the depths of his consciousness erupted instantly, bombarding the back of Alva's neck.

  Alva lost the opportunity and had no time to defend, so he felt a linear chill across his neck when he was stunned.

   "It's over..."

  Having experienced many battles, he intuitively had the cognition of "being beheaded with a single knife" at this moment.

Then-

   While his mind was in a turmoil, his eyes went dark, and he simply lost consciousness like this, and fell heavily on the ring.

  The entire venue was so quiet at this moment that a needle could be heard.

because-

  They saw that Moyu just clung to the handle of the knife with his right hand, and did not draw the knife from the beginning to the end, but Alva suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

  Almost all the audience were shocked by this weird scene and were speechless.

  After counting interest.

  The host's shocked voice resounded through the audience.

   "What, before the Irfan players who circled behind Alva could attack, Alva fell down inexplicably!!"

"What the **** does this happen!!"

  In the entire venue, only the host's voice echoed.

   No one knew what happened, they could only stare blankly at Moyou on the ring.

  Even the referees watching the battle at close range didn't know what was going on.

  Because I did not see Moyu make a move, and I did not hear the sound of the long knife being unsheathed, and Alva did not have any injuries.

   When the referee was puzzled and shocked, he hurriedly stepped forward to check Alva's situation, thus confirming that Alva had lost consciousness.

  He got up and announced the result of Moyu's victory.

  Suddenly,

  The audience was in an uproar!

what's going on! ?

   The memories of the Phantom Troupe are over.

   I want to see what's going on in the future, maybe I can write something, but it's a pity...

  (end of this chapter)

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