Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

Fighting to the death in the ring, only one person can survive.

Tagore fell to the ground, but he was not dead.

So this showdown isn't over yet.

After a brief silence, the spectators who supported Tagore shouted like crazy for Tagore to get up and continue fighting.

They didn't care about Tagore's health. They only knew that if Tagore didn't stand up quickly, they would lose a lot of money.

However, no matter how they shouted, Tagore could not stand up.

Moreau's heavy blow deprived Tagore of any chance to counterattack.

At this moment, he was like a newborn foal, constantly trying to get up, only to fall heavily on the ring with a trembling body.

Ta-ta-

Moreau walked over.

The sound of gentle footsteps was as deafening as a drum in Tagore's ears, and it was also like the roar of approaching death.

He roared lowly and struggled to get up. Veins bulged from his forehead to his temples.

But the next moment, he vomited blood and staggered to the ground again.

Once an attack with mental energy hits a weak point, it can cause great damage in an instant, and can almost declare the end of the battle.

Tagore was actually very clear about this.

"The length of life"

This is his transformation ability, which is essentially a combat ability that focuses on attacking weak points.

Therefore, Tagore knew very well that he who had been hit in his "weak spot" had no chance of comeback and could only wait for death.

But even so, he didn't want to accept the result.

"I give up, I give up...!"

Seeing Moreau approaching, Tagore shouted hoarsely.

Not far from the ring, the referee heard Tagore's words, but had no reaction.

This is a fight to the death and does not require a referee.

Moreau came to Tagore and looked at the other man's futile struggle and his eyes that resisted death.

"Don't you even have such a little awareness...?"

After muttering to himself in a low voice, Moreau stretched out his hand and cut off Tagore's last remaining hope.

The Level 5 in the growth ring on the back of his hand suddenly turned into Level 7.

Upgraded two levels in a row, but Morrow didn't pay attention and stood up slowly.

Tagore lay quietly on the ring, becoming a corpse losing its temperature.

When many gamblers in the audience saw this scene, they immediately let out desperate shouts and curses directed at Moreau.

Morrow ignored these voices and walked towards the contestant tunnel under the ring.

With victory already secured, Tagore, who had lost the ability to resist, was killed...

Even if someone criticized him afterwards for not having to go to such an extent, there would not be any disturbance in his heart.

He insisted on killing Tagore.

It's not because the nature of the game turned into a death match, nor because killing Tagore can level up.

But because Tagore wanted to kill him.

That's all.

Leaving behind the noise of various emotions in the venue, Moreau walked straight into the passage.

Even so, countless eyes were still looking at the entrance of the passage.

"This newcomer... is not easy to mess with."

A 200-level player in the audience stared at the entrance of the passage where Morrow had disappeared.

He watched the whole game.

Although he realized that Moreau had the ability to adapt and become stronger in battle, he was also confident that he could defeat Moreau in an environment like the ring.

But his subconscious told him not to provoke Moreau.

"Forget it, let's pay attention to the other newcomers."

The 200-level player made a quick decision.

He specially went to the lower level to watch the game in order to learn in advance about newcomers such as Mauro Tagore who would go to the 200th floor in the future, so as to gain some useful information.

The motive for doing this is naturally to win a crucial victory from the newcomers.

There are not a few 200-level players who have the same idea as him.

For the match between Moreau and Tagore alone, more than thirty 200-level players came to watch the match.

After watching the game, some players thought that Morrow was not easy to mess with, so they immediately gave up paying attention to Morrow and shifted their focus to other players who were still hitting the 200th floor.

Some players also believe that Moreau's strength is still immature and they have every chance to get a point from Moreau.

These 200-level players who specifically attack newcomers don't think there is anything wrong with their actions.

After reaching the 200th floor, if you don't want to be eliminated and lose your fame, wealth and status, you have to find ways to win more games.

They are just doing some self-interested things within the rules.

certainly.

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If they are pushed to the edge of a cliff with no way out...

Then they don't mind doing some harmful things outside the rules.

"You couldn't be more likely to ask me for tuition fees, right?"

Going to the corridor of the player lounge on the 190th floor, Morrow looked at the woman with long ponytail in front of him and said half-jokingly.

The reason for asking this——

When the other party came over, after announcing her name, she said that she had watched the game just now.

So naturally one saw the footwork used against Tagore in the ring.

"How could it be... How could I have such ability?"

The long ponytail woman named Calista heard Moro's words and immediately waved her hands to deny it.

Morrow smiled, obviously seeing through the other party's intention: "You want to know why I use your footwork, right?"

"Yes, but not quite."

Calista heard this and shook her head.

"After losing to you that day, I have been paying attention to your game. I know that you have been learning and learning from the battles with your opponents. I just saw you using the 'sneaker' footwork. I was indeed surprised, but What I’m more curious about is…”

At this point, Calista's expression when she looked at Morrow suddenly became serious.

"I can feel the reason why you can use the 'Antelope' so well... you must have some kind of knack. I don't know what it is, but there must be a knack."

"..."

Morrow was slightly surprised and nodded: "I don't deny it."

"Then you can..."

Calista's eyes sparkled.

"Is that why you're here too?"

Morro suddenly interrupted Calista's words and turned his head to look at the corner of the corridor.

After a brief silence.

A handsome young man with short silver hair walked out of the corridor.

The man was not surprised that Moreau could notice him, because in his eyes, Moreau's figure was so tall that he would put down his face and come to find out.

"Yes, I'm also curious...that kind of power like a wall."

Faced with Moreau's inquiry, the man first admitted outright, and then frankly revealed his intention:

"My name is Hua Shi Douluang. If Mr. Moreau can help me solve my doubts...then whatever Mr. Moreau's request is, I will agree and do my best to complete it."

"Um?"

Moreau looked at the man in surprise.

beside.

Kalista stared at Hua Shi Dou Lang.

Misstep...

You should express your determination first!