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The pseudonym Zhen Yuanzi was just for fun. Could it be that he could really become the Immortal Zhenyuan?

Jing Yang couldn't help but feel happy, and then said happily to Xiaodi: "In short, Xingbiao should be harmless to your body, so that's good. Moreover, judging from Xingbiao's ability, brother, I seem to have great potential. Not bad!"

"Yeah." Xiaodi nodded.

"Okay, let's continue practicing! Go, go, go!" Jing Yang returned to the original position and stood up, the energy in his body was as solid as a rock, "The goal is a total energy of 10,000 energy! The recent progress has been a bit slow, but it shouldn't be a big problem. …”

"Come on." Xiaodi said, holding the bulgy-eyed fish beside her. When Jingyang finished, it was her turn.

…

It was almost dusk, and the Fountain Square, which had been chaotic in the afternoon, had recovered.

The man in the sportswear mask holding the microphone and shouting loudly has calmed down after being criticized and educated, but he still stayed by the fountain and refused to leave, looking at passers-by more or less or pointing in whispers and chuckles. Dian didn't care at all - he was wearing a mask anyway.

Suddenly, a figure walked up to him and asked calmly: "Do you really know the information about the Phantom Troupe?"

The voice was clear and clear, implying the emotions that were being suppressed.

The masked man raised his head and saw clearly the appearance of the person coming. Her yellow, semi-long hair was messy. If her face wasn't so pretty, she looked almost like a beautiful female star. This casual hairstyle could definitely be described as unkempt.

Kurapika stared at the masked man who made some noise this afternoon.

When the masked man saw him, he took out a note from his sportswear pocket and handed it over.

Kurapika opened the note and read it: "Tomorrow morning, there will be a game on the 80th floor of the Sky Arena. I think I can really help you solve your problems. - Jin Motoko"

At the end, there is a ps, indicating: "If you are late, please go to the higher floor to find me... to compare your feelings. Haha."

This joking attitude made Kurapika frown.

When he looked up, the masked man had disappeared. He didn't know when he had left.

"Who is it? Sky Arena, Zhen Yuanzi..."

Kurapika gradually tightened his grip on the note.

"Phantom Troupe..."

Kurapika's heart boiled with anger, and his eyes were colored like fire.

This is the flaming red eye of the Kuluta people, known as one of the seven beauties in the world. It was precisely because of these eyes that the entire Kuluta tribe was brutally slaughtered by the Phantom Troupe... The entire tribe was slaughtered.

Although there is a possibility of being played by others, as long as it is information related to the Phantom Troupe, he must not miss it.

Kurapika turned and left.

…

Five people in sportswear masks are scattered in different places, but at this moment, they are doing the same thing.

They took out a thin needle and pricked it lightly on the rose gold five-pointed star mark on their bodies, either on their elbows, on the back of their necks, or on their collarbones... all at once, and the skin where the rose gold star mark was located was Punctured, the integrity of the mark itself was destroyed in an instant, and the star dispersed into smoke and disappeared. A ball of blood appeared on the skin under the needle tip...

"Hiss, it hurts!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why am I here...what's with this mask?"

"Oh my god, where am I? Why do I have this outfit?"

Five people in different places who escaped from Star Mark's control were similarly confused. When they left and returned to normal life, they may have regarded this incident as a weird experience, or learned about it from other people's conversations. The strange thing about the masked man in sportswear reminds me of it... but they don't know how to read it, so they will probably forget about this weird thing soon.

Jing Yang stopped paying attention after the star mark was lifted.

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The next day, Sky Arena.

Kurapika took the elevator to the 80th floor and asked if there was a competition with a contestant named Jin Motoko on this level.

The female staff member couldn't help but smile and said: "Contestant Jin Motoko is really popular. You are already the third person to inquire about him today. Mr. Kurapika, are you really not going to continue competing?"

"Sorry." Kurapika said, "I want to know when Jin Motoko's game will start."

"He came to register and report in the morning. There should be his competition soon..." The female staff member was talking, and a voice came from the broadcast above her head, shouting: "Contestant No. 988, Contestant No. 430, please come to C on the 81st floor. Arena." She smiled and pointed at the broadcast.

"Thank you." Kurapika nodded and left.

The 10th floor is the first level. This is the 80th floor. The competitions of players in this level will be held on the 80th to 89th floors. Kurapika is familiar with this rule and quickly took the elevator to the 81st floor. , find the passage leading to Arena C.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, he heard the familiar shouts of the audience, and the unique heat wave of the cruel arena hit his face.

Kurapika stood on the high platform near the exit, looking quietly towards the ring in the middle of the field, surrounded by spectators on all sides. A middle-aged martial artist with black braids. His muscular body was covered with criss-crossing scars. He had obviously experienced many battles. Opposite him, a young man who seemed to be about the same age as himself stepped onto the ring.

Kurapika's attention was focused on the middle-aged martial artist. He had a calm demeanor and a qualified posture. He was indeed an experienced martial artist... But why was his expression a bit solemn?

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time! The next game is a wonderful showdown between the young player Zhen Yuanzi and the experienced martial artist Tetsuo!"

The referee's passionate voice echoed throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, "Zheluo player is famous for his rich and changeable moves, while Zhen Yuanzi has a unique style. He can beat his opponent almost every time, and go all the way." At this point, who among them is the final winner? Audiences, are you ready to place your bets? Please press the button now..."

What the referee said later, Kurapika didn't listen carefully at all. He frowned and looked at the boy about his own age on the ring.

Is he the so-called Zhen Yuanzi?

Does he know about the Phantom Troupe?

"I'm really...wasting my time..." When Kurapika muttered to himself, the game on the ring had already begun.

As worthy of being called by the referee as a martial artist with rich and changeable moves, Zheluo makes people notice his extraordinary skills as soon as he strikes. His fists are tight and his moves flow smoothly, leaving no room for his opponent to breathe.

"Player Zhen Yuanzi was at a disadvantage! But he parried all the attacks from player Zhen Yuanzi! It was difficult to score player Zhen Yuanzi's attacks in this way. Player Zhen Yuanzi had to exert more attacks on player Zhen Yuanzi. It’s all about pressure! - Ah, player Zhen Yuanzi’s movements have changed, has he been able to keep up with his opponent’s moves? It appears, this is player Zhen Yuanzi’s unique fighting style, has he started to fight back?”

While the referee was explaining the game in the ring quickly, someone next to Kurapika suddenly said in disappointment: "What is he doing? With his strength, he can obviously knock his opponent away with one move, right?"

Kurapika turned around and saw that the person speaking was another boy.

On the other side of the boy stood another person, a young man with black hair and glasses. Judging from the way his shirt hem slipped out of his trousers, he seemed very slovenly.

The white-haired boy who spoke looked younger than himself and Zhen Yuanzi, probably only about 8 years old...

"But is this guy's tricks so bad?" Killua chuckled and muttered to his trouser pocket, "Do you want me to teach you how to fight? Just a cup (at least a hundred cups) of chocolate ice cream can't buy me..."

"He has not yet exerted one ten thousandth of his strength." Next to Killua, the young man with slovenly glasses in Kurapika's eyes suddenly spoke.

"I'm not talking to you either, am I? Why did you suddenly jump into the topic..." Killua thought in his heart, but said: "One in ten thousand? Isn't this too exaggerated? He is very powerful, I know that, But his moves are terrible."

Yun Gu smiled slightly and said without further explanation, "Are his moves bad? I was paying attention to him when I was on the 10th floor. At that time, his moves were really hard to catch. He has no fighting experience at all. But now you look at it...he is quickly learning the opponent's movements and absorbing the opponent's fighting experience."

Kurapika and Killua couldn't help but look towards the ring.

"Oh oh oh! What's going on? Player Zhen Yuanzi's movements are getting faster and faster, as if the video being played suddenly doubled in speed. Is he just about to get serious? He took out the real Strength! Excellent blow! 1 point for Zhen Yuanzi! A very good blow! 2 more points for Zhen Yuanzi!..."

As the referee explained passionately, Killua had to admit that although Zhen Yuanzi's fighting style was weird, it was indeed "optimized" at a speed visible to the naked eye. His movements were a little slow and stiff at the beginning, and became more and more... He is becoming more and more fluent, as if he doesn't need to think about countermeasures, he just swings his fists and kicks naturally. What's even more interesting is that his movements are obviously very similar to those of his opponent's martial artists...

Yun Gu said: "As far as I know, Zhen Yuanzi could have jumped directly to the 50th floor from the 1st floor, but he chose to start from the 10th floor, winning one game and only going up to the 20th floor, 30th floor... Even, he We only play two games every day in the morning, win two games, and don’t compete the rest of the time.”

"I think he is using this time to digest the fighting skills and experience he learned in the ring." Yun Gu said, feeling moved by what he said, and smiled to himself, "The amazing speed of progress. , and what’s more important is this determination to take it one step at a time... The person we see now is really a completely different person from the person he first appeared on stage a few days ago."

"It's really troublesome. You can seize the opportunity and punch your opponent away." Killua snorted, turned towards his trouser pocket and left, "It's boring."

"He only used one ten thousandth of his strength? How is it possible..."

Killua frowned and thought rather unhappily, "Did he let himself off when he arm-wrestled with me yesterday?"

…

Before the end of 3 minutes, Jing Yang had already scored 12 points, won by technical knockout, and defeated his opponent by TKO.

"Is this the end?"

Jing Yang retracted his hand, seemingly unfinished, and the star mark on the back of his neck fell silent, releasing the "shooting star like wind" mode.

"you……"

His opponent gasped and reluctantly got up from the sidelines, and said to Jing Yang unwillingly, "If you go to a higher level, you will definitely pay the price for your arrogance!"

Jing Yang said: "Thank you, I will pay attention to it."

What are you grateful for? Am I reminding you with good intentions? The martial artist Zheluo almost wanted to vomit blood. This match was so frustrating. He watched helplessly as his opponent showed a careless attitude and seemed to have stolen all his moves - right in front of him! Is this a person?

The referee said to Jing Yang: "Player Zhen Yuanzi, I think you can go to the 100th floor, but according to your usual practice, do you want to go to the 90th floor first?"

"Yes." Jing Yang smiled and took the note leading to the upper level competition, "Take your time. It's faster this way."

The referee praised: "This sentence is very philosophical. I wish you good luck in the game."

Jing Yang waved his hand and jumped off the ring.

"Have you discovered it?" Yun Gu said from high up in the auditorium, near the entrance of the passage, "Don't say he was injured——"

"Not even a drop of sweat." After Kurapika finished speaking, he went straight towards the town Motoko, hoping that you really have genuine information.