Chapter 48

"So... it's a group of floor masters who have secretly colluded to launch an ambush when I leave the Sky Arena and am completely unguarded?"

After submitting the registration form for the match, Allen finally learned from Cheadle what the "terrible thing" was. Not only did he not show the slightest bit of fear, but he also revealed unbridled excitement and joy.

Because if it weren't for the rules of the Sky Arena, he would have long wanted to take action against those floor masters.

But who would have thought that just as he was about to give up, these reckless guys would actually come to him and even leak the news in advance.

You see, in the entire Monster World game, there are two professions that are most suitable for solo PVP activities in the wild.

One is the "Rogue," who has stealth and numerous control and escape skills, and the other is the "Hunter," who has terrifying burst damage and ultra-long range.

Especially Night Elf Hunters, who can often hide in unknown corners and patiently wait for prey to enter their range, then suddenly appear and unleash a barrage of attacks, often leaving victims dead before they can even react.

If combined with traps, engineering gadgets, explosives, and invisibility potions, it's entirely possible to take out a "guild leader" in the midst of a thousand soldiers and escape unscathed.

Moreover, Allen had a trump card: he could travel back and forth between the dungeon and the real world at any time, using the confusion, bewilderment, anxiety, and tension caused by the sudden loss of a target to catch his opponents off guard.

To a certain extent, he was more suited to unrestricted battles in a wider space outside the Sky Arena.

Only in the complex terrain of the wild could he truly unleash his full strength and tactics.

"Right! In short, they think you are a huge threat, a disruptor of balance, who will seriously affect the biennial World Character Fighting Tournament, so you must be eliminated. But you don't seem at all panicked?"

Cheadle clearly realized what Allen's unintentionally emitted aura meant, and a look of "I knew it" appeared on his face.

"Panicked? Why should I be panicked! They should be the ones panicking! Because they have chosen the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong opponent."

Allen's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Because he knew that this ambush would not be the frontal clash and gang fight that the floor masters thought it would be, but a complete massacre, a one-sided hunt, with them being the prey.

By the time it was over, all the floor masters involved in this operation would disappear from the world, becoming food for the red dragon.

"Right! Right! That's the look! Please maintain that state on the stage tomorrow and treat me as the same prey."

Cheadle kept licking his lips while forcibly suppressing the dark desires in his heart.

"Don't worry, I won't get tired of hitting your face no matter how many times I do it." Allen responded meaningfully.

"Then I'm relieved! See you on the stage tomorrow."

With that, Cheadle turned and disappeared into the dark end of the corridor with Illumi.

After watching them leave, Allen turned to the martial artist behind him and said, "It looks like we need to make a slight change to our plan."

"Do you intend to declare war on the floor masters?" Boddle clenched his fists tightly, radiating a strong fighting spirit.

"Yes! But before that, I plan to send them a declaration of war, a declaration written in blood and death."

As he spoke, Allen began to calculate in his mind how he could quickly achieve ten victories.

Killing Valensa counts as one, bringing Killua and Gon over for a headcount makes it three, Boddle adds one more, and the match with Cheadle tomorrow makes it five victories.

As for the remaining five, he would have to find some of the newbies who just ascended from the 200th floor.

After all, the fighters on the 200th floor had already seen his strength and would not easily risk their hard-earned Nen abilities and lives.

Thinking of this, Allen immediately stared into Boddle's eyes and asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course! Just say the word!" The martial artist nodded without hesitation.

"Go to floors 190 to 199 and select five ruthless guys. In exchange for a match with me, teach them Nen abilities." Allen stroked his chin and laid out his plan.

"Understood! Give me a week."

Boddle was not a fool; he immediately understood that Allen was trying to achieve ten victories and then, under the watchful eyes of many, personally destroy a floor master as a declaration of war to the others.

No fear!

No retreat!

But a direct and ruthless counterattack!

As a Nen user of the Enhancement type, he felt as if a volcano was erupting in his heart, and he was so excited that he wanted to immediately follow his savior and join this war, defeating and trampling those despicable floor masters one by one.

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Meanwhile, Cheadle returned to his room on the 200th floor, took off his clothes, and walked into the bathroom to enjoy the comfort of the hot water.

Illumi stood by the window, enjoying the cool night breeze and the view outside. After about three to five minutes, he suddenly asked, "Cheadle, did you feel it? That guy's unusual aura."

"I'm not blind. Allen's aura has increased by about four times since the last time we parted, and there isn't a single flaw in his entire body. I think it has something to do with his Nen beast that can devour others' auras." Cheadle answered from behind the bathroom door.

"Since you can see it, you should know that the gap in auras between you is so large that it can hardly be compensated for by skill. In other words, even if he just uses his Enhancement-type fists, he can easily break through your defenses." Illumi raised a very sharp but unavoidable issue.

But Cheadle laughed carelessly, "Hehe, don't you think that's the best? Because every punch from the opponent could instantly cause irreparable damage, and every encounter is like brushing shoulders with death. The thrill, the shivers, the excitement, and the fear intertwined are simply irresistible. Besides, I'm not unprepared."

"Oh? So you've developed new abilities?"

Illumi turned around and looked at Cheadle, who had just come out of the bathroom, dripping wet.

The latter dried the water off his body, threw the towel aside, and said meaningfully, "You'll understand if you watch the match tomorrow. The magician will perform a grand trick on the most splendid stage, hovering between life and death."

"What if you fail? Do you need me to clean up your mess?" Illumi asked expressionlessly.

"No need! Because Allen won't kill me! Although it's a bit frustrating, he has already seen me as a kind of toy, just as I wouldn't easily destroy those unripe fruits."

As he said this, Cheadle's eyes flashed with a rare anger and frustration, even a bit of hatred for his own lack of strength.

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