On the Throne: The King of Black and White

Crazy fighting dojo.

The burly man walked in the quiet Sequence 3 passage.

He has an exaggerated afro and is over 1.9 meters tall.

His eyebrows are dark and thick, his lips are thick, and his expression is somewhat casual.

At the end of the passage, the man stretched out his hand and pushed open the soundproof door.

"Oh——!"*n

The huge venue room was filled with thunderous voices.

There were close to 5000 spectators sitting densely in the surrounding auditoriums.

At this time, they were waving their hands on their faces and looking at the big screen on the ceiling with excitement.

The battle between two male hunters was played inside, and their bodies were wrapped with strong power.

Between his fists and feet, the surging gray energy is like the light wave of an air cannon, shocking the air, as refreshing as a special effects blockbuster.

This is captured and cut by dozens of high-speed cameras and super AI in real time.

The reason why they don't look directly at the ring is simply because the speed of the fighters is so fast that they can't see clearly...

The military's energy diaphragm is in action.

A hemispherical barrier covered the sky above the arena to prevent the hunter's power from harming the audience.

On the 200*200-meter arena, the floor is paved with a rough steel surface.

The two C-level hunters turned into gray streams of light and galloped across the ring. Every time they touched, they would set off a hurricane-like shock wave.

The fist shot out the light cannon, and the hand knife shot out the cutting light.

Each whip kick is like a giant guillotine, sweeping across the entire field with a gray beam of light.

The man with the afro looked at the ring for a while and smacked his thick lips.

"'Gray Iron Bull' and 'Hunter'? These two seem to have improved a bit."

Withdrawing his gaze and walking towards the scattered players' seats, the man stretched out his hand and said hello in a lazy tone:

"Hey! Long time no see, everyone..."

This lazy tone attracted the attention of more than 20 hunters present.

They turned their heads and looked at the man, raising their eyebrows.

"Isn't this 'Afro Hook'? It seems like I haven't seen you in months!?"

"I thought you were staying in the legion and never came out!"

"Where did you get your hair permed again?"

……

"It's...explosion punch huke."

"Some time ago, a B-level alien beast was offside. The captain took us and tracked it down in the deserted area for several months before killing it..."

The man sat down on the empty seat, straddling the back of the chair with his hands casually, and asked everyone:

"By the way, why is Arena No. 1 so deserted? There are only about 20 people?"

"It's not like you three legions don't want to play with us?"

Next to the afro, a male hunter grinned and said jokingly:

"The legion has recruited so many C-level hunters, and they are all hiding in the headquarters to train themselves. Of course we have few people here!"

"Correction...it's because the Wolf Pack and Rose don't come here very often. We, the Fury Corps, are regular visitors to the gym."

The man scratched his fluffy hair, sighed and said:

"The Hunter Association has issued many missions to hunt down strange beasts, and the legion has been very busy recently."

……

After chatting with the familiar hunters for a while, Explosive Fist Huke collapsed on the sofa and lazily watched the battle in the ring.

But at this moment, there was a small commotion in the players' box.

"That boy from Ashes is indeed here!"

"Good guy, I'm coming to Arena No. 1 today on Monday. Is it really true that the room is chosen based on the day of the week!?"

"But there are only 3 stages in Sequence 5. Where was he on Saturday and Sunday?"

"He has Saturday and Sunday off."

……

Explosive Fist Huke turned his head and looked at the entrance of the ring room.

There stood a young man with a handsome face.

He was wearing a familiar military-style white shirt and black trousers. He was facing the hunters in the player's seat, showing a shy smile.

Seeing his smile, the C-level hunter present twitched his mouth, and his back molars suddenly started to itch.

Afro raised his eyebrows and asked the hunter next to him:

"Newbie?"

"Newcomer..." The male hunter nodded and said solemnly: "And he is still a junior and will be an intern for a while."

"...This year's intern? Sequence 3 intern?"

Explosive Fist Huke rubbed his chin with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"Then he must be a superpower user...could he be a newcomer to our legion?"

Being able to compete with C-level hunters at this age, in the eyes of men, is something only a psychic can do.

Geniuses of this level are almost always recruited by the three major legions, and accidents rarely occur.

"He's a superpower user, but he's a little different..."

A strange look flashed in the male hunter's eyes, then he sighed and said:

"I heard that Ashes belongs to the Scarlet Wolves. Your Furious Corps has lost a good seedling!"

"That's true..." Afro nodded slightly and agreed: "It takes a year or two to train a superpower user. Once he learns how to release his power, he will probably have top C-level combat power."

"We missed another future cadre this year. Our group leader will probably die from a headache."

What Explosive Fist Huke said makes sense, and can even be said to be common sense.

But for some reason, the hunters nearby showed subtle expressions.

……

"Congratulations to the hunter for your victory!"

"Oh--!"

"Hunter——! Hunter——! Hunter——!"*n

Amidst the deafening cheers, the female host smiled and asked the victorious man:

"Would you choose to defend the ring or end the game?"

The male hunter pinched his neck and grinned:

"Hold on! You haven't had enough time yet!"

"Okay! Please invite the next challenger to the stage!"

……

Under the expected looks from the hunters, Lin Xiao stood up and nodded politely to the surroundings.

"Seniors, can you let me go first? Today shouldn't be too long..."

"..."*n

The hunters pursed their lips and hesitated to speak, as if they dared not speak in anger.

……

"Ahaha...it turns out that the challenger this time is an Ashes player..."

The hostess smiled ambiguously and cast a sympathetic look at the contestants guarding the ring.

Looking at the young man standing opposite, the hunter's expression changed, he waved his hand and shouted:

"Hit me! I'm tired! No more spanking!"

Before the results could be displayed on the big screen, the burly hunter walked off the stage, leaving the female host smiling awkwardly on the stage.

This is quite rude.

But the audience around him did not criticize him. Instead, they shook their heads and looked at him with understanding.

"As expected..."

"Do you always clock in to work on Monday?"

"Hunter didn't lose! Losing to Ashes doesn't count!"

"If he doesn't transform, the first team can still fight him!"

"...I've already taken off my pants, so why should I look at him if he doesn't transform!?"

……

"The next challenger please!"

The female host had finished speaking, but the contestant seats were silent.

Most of the C-level hunters had calm expressions, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Among them, the ones with the strongest energy and power looked struggling, a little cautious, but more eager to try.

But before they could make a choice, someone had already stood up.

"Here we go...I haven't had an itchy hand in a few months."

The man with the afro put his hands in his trouser pockets and said in a lazy accent:

"I have to test this young man by the way."

"Look at the talents that the Corps has missed and what their abilities are..."

After hearing his words, the surrounding hunters suddenly looked startled.

Immediately, they raised the corners of their mouths in tacit agreement and gave the man a thumbs up.