Chapter 246 Commotion

On the day of the match, the reporters were shut out by Law. Shortly after the match ended, they went straight to Atomu.

However, Atomu, who had always been cooperative, refused the interview as soon as the reporters revealed their intentions.

Although they have been turned away from both sides, the reporters became even more excited instead.

Atomu's reaction made them feel that their earlier speculation was correct, so they quickly began drafting their articles.

The reporters working for Heavens Arena were even more ruthless than the entertainment reporters on Earth. They could twist the truth and fabricate stories without facing any legal consequences.

After the match, reports about Law flooded the media. A pre-match interview with Sandy was also released.

From the interview, it was clear that Sandy had been brimming with confidence, his words dripping with disdain for Law, as if he had already secured his chance to challenge the Floor Master before the fight even began.

The reporters hadn't released this interview before the match, but after the result, with Sandy being KO'd, they published it, using it to elevate Law's status. They showered him with praise, using every flattering word they could think of.

This mindless glorification served two purposes: to maintain the hype and to set Law up for a dramatic fall when he eventually lost, which would attract even more attention.

Law ignored all the external noise. Several days after the match, there was still no news about his next opponent.

When he had applied for his next match, he had checked the box for 'available at any time'. Buhara and Sanbica had done the same, but their match dates had already been confirmed, and they were set to fight in two days.

In an extravagantly luxurious room, Law lounged on a sofa, lifting his index finger and using his Aura to create various shapes.

If Biscuit was present, she would have recognized the shapes Law was forming were the murals seen in the Stargie's Tomb.

Law had already memorized those murals in his mind, and he could recreate them anytime he wanted.

Two days later, Buhara and Sanbica had their debut matches. While they didn't have the same level of hype as Law's first match, the venue was still packed.

Like Law, Buhara and Sanbica were strong newcomers who have attracted the attention of many spectators since their matches in the lower floors.

Both matches were scheduled for the afternoon. Although Law hadn't paid much attention to their opponents judging from the record, they didn't seem to be strong, as they had lost three matches each.

Whether it was due to Heavens Arena's immense popularity or simply because people in this world loved watching combat sports, the matches drew large crowds.

Law had originally planned to watch the matches from the spectator seats, but the enthusiastic audience forced him to retreat. Because of that, he had no choice but to run outside to watch the live broadcast.

The first to step into the ring was Sanbica. Her opponent was a man wielding a spiked club. At first, he used his weapon and size advantage to suppress Sanbica, but he failed to deal any real damage.

The fight lasted ten minutes. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the confident spiked-club fighter suddenly collapsed and fell unconscious.

Before losing consciousness, the man had no direct contact with Sanbica. Even the referee, who had been closely monitoring the match, was momentarily stunned.

After double-checking, the referee declared Sanbica the winner of the match.

'Her weakness is still too obvious.'

After watching the match on the monitor outside the venue, Law frowned slightly.

Sanbica's ability could indeed serve as a trump card, but its effectiveness was significantly reduced in direct confrontations. It would work better as a support ability.

For example, it took her a long time to defeat an opponent who wasn't particularly strong. If she faced someone with stronger close-combat skills, she might be knocked out before the virus entered the opponent's body.

'Also, it feels like something's missing?'

Law stroked his chin and thought to himself, 'Since the effect took so long to kick in, would it be better to add a super syringe injector?'

In fact, his God Hand was the ultimate injector for Sanbica. Only by working together could they fully unleash the potential of her abilities.

The matches continued… but Buhara's match was the third one.

…

Meanwhile, Hisoka arrived at Heavens Arena.

Outside the registration point, there was still a long line, with at least five hundred people queuing.

"Six hundred and twenty-one."

Hisoka glanced at the line and quickly calculated the number of people in it, realizing that if he didn't cut in line, he'd have to wait for quite a while.

After some thought, he decided that queuing was too boring, so he walked straight into the registration hall and approached the front of the line.

Considering the efficiency of the registration office, he targeted the third person in line.

This person was a fat man, but not particularly short, standing a head taller than Hisoka.

Hisoka tapped the fat man's arm with his index finger. The fat man looked over and said viciously without asking why: "Get lost."

"Being so irritable isn't good, you know." Hisoka narrowed his eyes.

The fat man's expression turned cold. It seemed he was in a bad mood, which made him irritable. At this moment, he had no patience to deal with Hisoka and simply swung his hand to slap him away.

However, Hisoka just stood there with a smile on his face, completely unfazed by the fat man's incoming slap.

Just as the big fat hand was about to hit Hisoka's face, it suddenly veered off course and inexplicably slapped the back of the head of the person in front of him.

Watching this scene, Hisoka gracefully took a step back.

The person who was about to register was momentarily stunned by the slap, and the girl at the registration window was also shocked. Even the fat man, the perpetrator, looked at his hand in confusion as he pulled it back.

He had intended to slap Hisoka, but it felt like something had tugged at his hand, forcing it to hit the person in front of him instead.

"You fat bastard, you've got a death wish, huh?"

The man who was hit by the fat man shook his slightly dizzy head, then turned around and glared at the fat man.

The fat man knew he was in the wrong and didn't want to make the matter worse by getting angry.

At that moment, the man who had been slapped raised his hand, intending to point at the fat man's nose and escalate the confrontation.

But for some reason, his hand was drawn to the fat man's nose, and he ended up punching him in the face instead.

The fat man stumbled back, clutching his nose and knocking into the people behind him, causing the line to scatter.

Once he steadied himself, the fat man pulled his hand away and saw it was covered in blood. He looked up at the man who had punched him, only to see an innocent expression on his face. His anger instantly boiled over.

However, just as he was about to retaliate, the man who had punched him in the nose suddenly charged forward and slammed into him.

Bang!

The fat man didn't have time to react and was knocked backward, causing chaos in the line.

In an instant, the commotion escalated, and for some reason, a full-on brawl broke out.

Hisoka stood to the sideand watched with a smile, then casually walked to the registration window. The girl inside was staring at the people fighting outside with a dazed expression.

"Hmm~ Registration, please."

Hisoka leaned casually on the counter, glancing sideways at the girl in the window.