Hunter: I'm really not a necromancer

Chapter 287 The whole place was silent

How much are you looking forward to seeing each other again...

The aura lingering on Hisoka's body at this moment was venting and surging crazily.

In this way, we can clearly "explain" the excitement and expectation that reach the climax.

It doesn't matter even if Moyu regards it as a "ripe apple".

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

Just like he is willing to accept the name of "roly-poly" and be active in the Sky Arena, isn't it just for the slightest possibility?

Then Moyo finally showed up.

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

“It’s okay here”

Hisoka's right hand was on his lower back, holding a playing card between his fingers, and the desire to fight was obvious in his eyes.

He couldn't wait any longer.

And the duel just now happened to allow him to complete his warm-up, which was just right.

Menqi's heart was throbbing as she felt the aura full of extreme emotions released from Hisoka's body.

This is definitely a pervert!

In an instant, Menqi had an intuitive understanding of Xisuo.

She quickly mobilized her telekinesis and looked at Hisoka with alert eyes.

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

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

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Just wait for me in the ring. I want to have a fight. I feel the same as you."

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

Sisona's right hand hidden on his lower back slowly stretched out in front of him, turning his palm upwards, pointing the playing cards between his fingers at Moyu, with a dangerous luster in his narrow eyes.

"But I can't wait"

"Then I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy yourself here, and I...same too."

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

But if a fight breaks out here, don't blame him for shortening the "battle time limit."

He will strive to make Hisoka lose the power to resist in the shortest possible time.

"Well..."

Hisoka looked at Moyu intently, his expression and even aura calmed down silently.

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

But his intuition told him——

If we really start fighting here directly, we will not be able to enjoy ourselves as much as Moyu said, and we will not be able to experience the kind of pleasure that can only be produced in battle.

Do you want to continue waiting?

Although he is not the type who must save the most delicious main course for last, he still has the patience to wait for the fruits to ripen.

Should we rush for the moment, or wait patiently for the best moment?

For a short period of time, Hisoka chose the latter.

"All right"

Hisoka followed his instinct and put away the playing cards with some regret.

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

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

There is no doubt——

Ever since that "first meeting", the man in front of him, like him, had been looking forward to "this time" meeting again.

"That's it."

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

The playing card entwined with the power of concentrated thoughts was quite powerful, but Moyu caught it lightly.

Hisoka glanced hastily before turning around and noticed that Moyu did not use "Condensation" when catching the playing cards, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch up.

This kind of "trust" really made his heart surge.

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

He knows what kind of person Hisoka is.

In order to conclude an agreement that enables "face to face", Hisoka is a person who will give in on many things, and is even willing to satisfy his opponent's requirements before "face to face".

This is all to welcome the arrival of "that moment" that Hisoka considers.

Menqi frowned as he looked at Xisuo's retreating back.

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

"Master..."

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

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

"Um."

Menqi nodded silently.

But his eyes were still glancing in the direction Hisoka left.

Compared to the few people with telekinesis abilities she met in the ruins, the Hisoka she came into contact with today gave her a more dangerous sense.

"Let's go and sign up."

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

Afterwards, the two went to line up again.

Even though it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, there were still many people queuing up to sign up.

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

In order to reach the 200th floor as soon as possible, Moyu continued the name "Ilmi" in the second registration.

The same is true for Menqi.

After completing the registration, Moyou and Menqi went straight to the preliminary competition venue on the first floor.

As evening approaches, many arenas in the venue are still operating at high capacity, and there are many contestants in the audience waiting for matches.

This is the Sky Arena, a fighter's paradise.

After waiting in the audience for about half an hour, Moyu and Menqi were assigned to the ring one after another.

As soon as Moyu arrived in the ring, the referee in charge of the preliminary round was looking at him with surprise.

According to the information query of the machine in hand, the referee already knows that Moyu is the Yi Mi who reached the 200th floor with a perfect victory more than a year ago, and achieved "ten wins" neatly.

At that time, countless Sky Arena spectators were looking forward to which poster Moyo would challenge.

As a result, Moyu disappeared for unknown reasons.

I didn't expect to see "Ilmi" return at the preliminary venue after more than a year.

The referee was overwhelmed with emotion and pretended to be calm before announcing the start of the preliminary round.

As soon as his voice fell, Moyou instantly knocked his preliminary opponent out of the field.

"..."

The referee stiffened his neck and looked at the unlucky guy who was knocked out of the field by Moyu. It was obvious that he had fallen into a deep coma.

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

Moyu looked at the referee, waiting for the verdict.

Noticing Moyu's gaze, the referee came to his senses, quickly printed out the ticket with the machine in his hand, and sent Moyu directly to the 200th floor.

That's right.

According to past competition records, one can be directly promoted to level 200 in just one preliminary round.

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

In the auditorium.

A young man with short white ear-length hair and handsome features looked at Mo Yuna's back walking towards the passage, with a look of shock in his agate green eyes.

The young man's name is Hua Shi Douro, and he is a preliminary contestant who has just signed up for the Sky Arena.

While waiting for the match, he accidentally saw the fighting situation in the ring where Moyu was.

Then--

He didn't even see Mo Yu's figure clearly, but saw Mo Yu's opponent flying out of the ring inexplicably and falling heavily to the ground.

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

This is what shocked Hua Shi Doulang the most.

In his opinion, Moyo's offensive, which is difficult to see even with the naked eye, requires extremely strong speed support, so when attacking, he will definitely be able to easily kill an opponent who cannot react.

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

When Hua Shi Dou Lang realized this, his heart was suddenly filled with shock.

"Okay, so strong... As expected, there is someone out there."

Hua Shi Doulang slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands that were trembling uncontrollably.

I don’t know if I am in awe of the power of others, or I am excited to see the open door to a new world.

The other side.

Menqi easily defeated his opponent, but was sent directly to the 200th floor by the referee.

Moyou and Menqi left the preliminary competition venue and went straight to the service window on the 200th floor to redeem their bonuses and register for the next competition.

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

This time when I return to the Sky Arena, I will be able to earn at least several hundred million more Ring Ni, so I can naturally spend money lavishly.

In terms of food, Menqi didn't even care about expenses. Taking advantage of the convenience brought by the hunter's license, she spent money like water and ordered a lot of rare ingredients at the "Lin Nie Food Market".

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

Because when it comes to food, Moyou and Menqi are never ambiguous.

This is probably one of the few basic needs they have in their daily lives.

That night.

Moyu's registration was responded to and the competition was scheduled to take place at 3pm the next day.

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

With the theme of "That Man's Return", advertisements were placed in various halls of the Sky Arena and even on the city's hotline channels to warm up for the game at 3pm the next day.

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

"Ilmi is back?! Oh my God, I thought he had an accident..."

"Me too. After Yi Mi suddenly disappeared, even if I saw some reports on TV news channels about unknown people dying tragically on the streets in this city, I would subconsciously think that it might be Yi Mi."

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

"Wait a minute, who are you talking about Yi Mi?"

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

"???"

Suddenly, everyone in the city was talking about the return of "Ilmi".

The people who care about this matter the most are the Sky Arena owners who are sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

They were all the leaders who were selected from among thousands of contestants, and finally came to the top of the Sky Arena in the name of "Lord of the House".

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

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

It can be said——

It is difficult to become a landlord.

It is even more difficult to defend the position of the original poster.

The return of "Ilmi" directly attracted the attention of this group of posters.

They have been in the Sky Arena for many years before reaching their current status, so they naturally know Moyu, who was hailed as the strongest dark horse more than a year ago.

At the beginning, after Moyu achieved ten victories, the posters were ready to fight.

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

Now, it is the same.

The next day.

The eve of the game.

Moyu stood alone in the weapons room.

Surrounded by shelves filled with various weapons, even the walls were hung with all kinds of cold weapons.

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

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

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

Qiang——

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

"It feels almost the same."

Moyu stared at the scabbard, his thoughts moved slightly, and a ball of thought power floated in the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye it materialized into a black sword.

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

"Barely appropriate."

Moyu drew the knife back and forth and sheathed it, trying four or five times before stopping.

I came to the weapons room specifically to find a roughly suitable sheath in order to conceal the fact that the black sword was a materialized item.

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

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

"Hisoka will definitely come to watch my game."

Moyu smiled slightly and walked towards the door.

Starting from today's game, he will always carry the sheathed black sword on him until he achieves "Ten Victories".

Presumably by then, some wrong perceptions should be created.

After a while.

Moyu walked through the passage and came to the venue.

As he appeared, the audience suddenly burst into cheers.

But it's still far inferior to Hisoka's match yesterday.

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

His opponent this time was actually a telepathic user who used a sword.

If I remember correctly, his name was Alva.

Moyu glanced at the opponent and recalled the match notification information at that time.

Alva was also looking at Moyu, his eyes passing over the knife held by Moyu in his left hand, and he felt gloomy.

In the auditorium.

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

During this period of time that he didn't know, was Moyu's "growth" on this knife?

Hisoka thought to himself.

On the arena.

As the host's introduction has settled, the competition is about to begin.

Countless eyes from the audience immediately focused on the arena.

"start!"

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

Moyu looked at Alva and took the lead in attacking.

He kicked his feet and rushed straight towards Alva.

The first game on the 200th floor...

In other words, he will strive to end every game at the speed of light before achieving ten wins.

Moyu rushed to Alva in the blink of an eye.

Alva's pupils shrank, and following his own reaction, he decisively swung his sword towards Moyo who came in front of him.

call out--

Moyu, on the other hand, stepped on his feet and bent his limbs to avoid the attack, and at the same time, he turned around and appeared behind Alva.

"All done"

Moyu lowered his eyes and clung to the handle of the knife with his right hand. Pure murderous intent from the depths of his consciousness instantly burst out and struck Alva on the back of his neck.

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

"It's over..."

Having experienced many battles, he intuitively realized at this moment that he had been "headed off with a knife".

Then--

As he was in a state of mental distress, his vision went dark, and he simply lost consciousness and fell heavily on the ring.

The entire venue was so quiet at this moment that you could hear a pin drop.

because--

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

Almost all the audience were shocked speechless by this strange scene.

After counting the interest.

The host's shocked voice echoed throughout the audience.

"What? Player Ilmi who circled behind player Alva didn't even attack, but player Alva fell down inexplicably!!!"

"What the hell is going on!!!"

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

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

Even the referee who was watching the fight at close range didn't know what was going on.

Because it was true that Moyu was not seen taking action, and the sound of the sword being unsheathed was not heard, and Alva did not have any injuries on his body.

When the referee was confused and shocked, he quickly stepped forward to check Alva's condition and confirmed that Alva had lost consciousness.

He stood up and announced the result that Moyu won.

Suddenly,

The whole place was in an uproar!

What is going on!?

The Phantom Troupe memories are over.

I also want to see what happens next, maybe I can write something, but it’s a pity...

(End of chapter)