Chương 98: Uvogin

Aren looked at Lawrence sprawled on the floor and did not even know where to begin.

'Had this man treated me like a boss with fixed mechanics in a game?'

"Forget it. I'm too lazy to say more." Bang. Aren's whip kick struck Lawrence's gloomy face. Lawrence flew away like a cannonball and smashed straight into the padded barrier below the spectator seats. Embedded in the padding, his head tilted to one side. He had clearly lost consciousness. In Heavens Arena's medical room, Bernard watched the scene on television and felt a wave of relief. Fortunately, he had not listened to Lawrence's nonsense. Otherwise, he might have been the one kicked across the venue.

The referee walked over to Lawrence and checked him briefly before declaring Aren's victory.

"K. O. Winner: contestant Aren Voss." Several days later, in one of the suites on the two-hundredth floor of Heavens Arena, a wild-looking man with a muscular build, gray spiked hair, and thick body hair was exercising. His right hand moved up and down mechanically. Click. The previously black television in the room suddenly turned on by itself, and a message appeared on the screen. Match date confirmed. Ring on the two-hundred-twenty-first floor. Begins March 14 at 3: 00 p. m.

The sudden activation of the television drew the man's attention. After reading the message, a smile appeared on his face. Bang. He casually dropped the huge barbell in his hand to the floor. The barbell's enormous weight slammed down with a loud crash and made the floor tremble. Fortunately, no one lived below him, or someone might have run upstairs to curse him out. The man grabbed a towel from a nearby rack and wiped his sweat carelessly. His eyes burned as he stared at the message on the television.

Then he looked at today's date. March 13. That meant his next match was tomorrow. Excitement rose inside him, and he could not help laughing.

"Hahahaha. Finally. I was getting tired of waiting." Although he could not read every word, he had been in Heavens Arena for a while. He recognized the important ones. After confirming the message again, the man turned toward the bathroom, planning to rinse off and tell his companions the news. As he turned, a slightly ferocious tattoo was exposed on his back. It was a spider with twelve legs. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.

On its abdomen was a bright red number. Eleven. The next day, at two-fifty in the afternoon, Uvogin waited in the underground lounge beneath the two-hundred-twenty-first-floor arena. He looked bored. Compared with when he had parted from Aren, Uvogin's body had grown even larger. It seemed he had trained quite a lot in Heavens Arena.

"Seriously. If we're fighting, then fight. Why bother with all this nonsense?" Uvogin was getting impatient. To be honest, if most Floor Masters were not away from Heavens Arena earning money in different parts of the world, he would have ignored the system and fought them directly. Waiting more than two months for this match had nearly exhausted his patience. While Uvogin grew impatient below, the audience upstairs was excited.

"This match ticket was impossible to get. I lined up at one in the morning and almost missed it."

"Of course. Uvogin versus Aren. Both climbed from the first floor to the two-hundredth without injury, and both kept winning after reaching the two-hundredth. How could a match between two monsters be easy to get?"

"Be honest. Who did you bet on this time?"

"Hard to say. I'll be honest too. I don't like Aren's flashy look, but I can't deny he's strong. He still one-shots two-hundredth-floor fighters."

"I'm with Uvogin no matter what. Only Uvogin is a real man. That pretty boy Aren can't be his opponent." Just as Aren had attracted a large group of female fans, Uvogin's wild, brutal style had attracted a large group of men. Although most of the audience still supported Aren, Uvogin had plenty of fans as well. The match between Aren and Uvogin had practically split the audience in two. In terms of influence, it was already comparable to the future match between Castro and Hisoka.

So now, almost everyone knew who Uvogin's opponent was. Only Uvogin himself did not. That was his usual style. Unlike Chrollo, Uvogin disliked gathering information. To him, it did not matter who the opponent was. One punch would solve it. Simple and fast. There was no need for so-called intelligence work. He trusted his fists. As for Machi, when Uvogin knocked on her door yesterday, no one answered. She was probably still holed up training. So Uvogin had let it go.

When the atmosphere was heated enough, the commentator in the booth drank some water to moisten her throat, then rubbed her cheeks hard with both hands. Clap. The instant she lowered her hands, she became bright and energetic.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. Today's event is about to begin: a highly anticipated battle between contestant Uvogin and contestant Aren Voss."

"As everyone can see, every seat is filled."

"Before the match has even begun, the venue is already overflowing with excitement. Both contestants advanced from the first floor to the two-hundredth without a single loss. Even more importantly, their combat styles are perfectly different: one hard, one fluid. This is almost a fated battle." Although the commentator spoke brilliantly, the audience did not seem willing to wait.

"It seems some of you can no longer hold back. In that case..." The commentator deliberately teased the crowd for a moment before pressing a switch. Bang. All the lights in the venue went out. The audience cried out. Before they could ask what was happening, virtual flames began burning across the independent screens arranged around the left entrance. Several beams of light focused on the fighter platform. A burst of smoke exploded upward. When the smoke dispersed, Aren's figure stood there.

"Appearing first is contestant Aren Voss. His current record is four wins and zero losses on the two-hundredth floor. His momentum is unstoppable." As Aren appeared, the lights on the left side returned, and his supporters erupted in cheers.

"Aren!"

"Husband! Look at me!"

"Husband! Step on me!" Aren was in a good mood today. Thinking of the expression Uvogin might make later, a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. So unlike before, he did not maintain a cold expression the whole way. He waved casually toward the audience. That made the fanatics even more excited. After appearing, Aren began walking toward the central ring. With every step, a light ignited at his feet, gradually forming a glowing path.

Once Aren reached the stage, the right side repeated the same display. The virtual flames there were blue.

"Next, entering with fierce flames, contestant Uvogin." Another burst of smoke exploded.

"Contestant Uvogin's brilliant performance two months ago is still unforgettable. His current record is seven wins and zero losses. He needs only three more wins to obtain the right to challenge a Floor Master. Will he win today?"

"Which contestant will continue his undefeated legend? Let us wait and see." Solid, powerful muscles. A fierce smile. A wild, savage presence. Uvogin's loyal fans, who had been holding back while Aren's supporters cheered, finally fired back.

"Uvogin, go."

"Uvogin, smash that pretty boy."

"Yeah, Uvogin, hit him in the face. Let's see how flashy he looks after that."

"Only Uvogin is a real man."

"Uvogin is the strongest." As if the atmosphere had lit him on fire, Uvogin laughed heartily as soon as he appeared.

"Hm?"

"Am I seeing things?" Uvogin glanced toward the ring, then rubbed his eyes. He even waved away the remaining smoke in front of him. After that, he squinted hard. When he truly saw Aren standing on the ring with a teasing smile, Uvogin's eyes nearly popped out.

"What the hell? Little Cutie is the Deputy Leader?"