January 20, Sky Arena, Level 1, Competition Area.

Chu Mo leaned against the wall and waited for his game to start, and now he looked at the two strong men in the No. 2 ring pinching each other, as if watching two kittens scratch each other there, with a somewhat helpless look in his eyes.

He could see that in the entire first-level competition area, there was not even a single person with the ability to read.

Soon, the cat fight in the No. 2 ring was decided, one of the strong men's arms was chopped off, and the other strong man had a bloody grin on his face, but the cheers of the audience only increased.

As the match in Ring 2 ended, the host on the first floor shouted through the microphone: "Player No. 2955 and Player 4529, please come to Ring No. 2!" ”

"It's finally my turn."

Chu Mo put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, yawned, and slowly walked to the No. 2 ring, and as he stepped into the ring, there was a roar of laughter from the audience.

"Kid, this isn't the place for you."

"Don't be beaten up and cry and go back to your mother."

"Seriously, a kid can sign up for a competition in the Sky Arena?"

"I'm suddenly confident, or let's sign up too."

Chu Mo didn't care what these Muggles were talking about.

After all, the spectator can't decide anything, he knows how many buildings he can jump, it's up to the referee of the match, and it's based on the player's performance in the first few minutes.

Again, that's the same sentence.

In order to save time, Chu Mo definitely hopes to be able to jump at least more than a hundred floors.

However, since the referee is also a Muggle, not a person with reading ability, it is inevitable that he will not be able to intuitively see Chu Mo's strength.

In this way, there is a high chance of miscalculation.

For example, Chu Mo killed the opponent in one blow like Xiaojie and Killua in one hit, and the referee looked at this performance, which also made Chu Mo like Xiaojie or Killua just jump to the fiftieth floor to start the game.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, it's just a one-hit kill, and there is no substantive difference.

If it is a person with the ability to read, he can also see Chu Mo's heritage and strength through many details.

Therefore, from the moment he stood in the ring, Chu Mo knew that he was not dealing with the muscular, simple-minded big man opposite, but the Muggle referee on the side.

Long Wei.

This is the tool that can make ordinary people feel Chu Mo's strength clearly.

"Oh~! Fighter No. 2955 looks really young, can this little martial artist surprise us! Let's wait and see! ”

The hostess in a pink uniform carried a microphone to stir up the atmosphere.

If it weren't for the floors below the 100th floor, the Sky Arena would not have specially provided a handicap for gamblers to bet on the game, otherwise the odds of this game would have been overwhelmingly on the side of the strong man.

Chu Mo estimated that no one would bet on himself, unless there was a person in the audience who had the ability to read, even if he was a person with the ability to read, he might not be able to see Chu Mo's identity.

After all, Chu Mo's entanglement under normal conditions was very weak, so weak that it was no different from ordinary people, and as his cultivation time grew, he became more and more able to hide his own aura.

"It's game on!

！ ”

The referee's arms waved at the same time, and the small flag in his hand danced!

On the opposite side of the ring, a muscular man wearing a black and white fighting uniform slowly spoke: "Boy, do you know my identity, I am a martial artist, and I will not fight with an opponent like you who is weaker than myself." ”

"Uncle, my opponent is not you." Chu Mo said, "And I'll put a sentence here, within three seconds, you will kneel down with the referee brother next to you." ”

"What are you talking about...."The martial artist smiled, "It's really presumptuous, then you should be enlightened, even if it is a child, I will not let it go" ......."

Halfway through the martial artist's words, his voice stopped abruptly.

The referee standing around the ring, at this time, Shuangtong also shrank to the extreme, as if he had seen some monster that was enough to destroy the world, showing his terrifying fangs.

Chu Mo diffused his nian qi, used his mind to expand the dragon power by fifteen times, and then released it accurately in the direction of the referee and the martial artist.

At present, Chu Mo has spread the dragon power to a maximum of thirty meters around his body.

But this is enough, this distance just won't affect the audience in the audience, and it can also cover both the referee and the martial artist.

Chu Mo's body was surrounded by a dark red aura like a python, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of the ring, and ordered the martial artist in a cold voice, "Kneel down for me." ”

The martial artist's hair had already turned white, and a coolness began to spread from his spine to every inch of his skin, and his pores were closed.

His face was as pale as an anatomical sample, and the dragon power that Chu Mo diffused completely penetrated into every pore of it, hitting his spirit and soul.

The martial artist felt as if there were a thousand coelenterates such as earthworms in his stomach, trying to flow backwards and forth from his esophagus.

In just two seconds, he was like a puppet that had lost his soul, looking at Chu Mo in a daze, his legs lost strength, and he fell to his knees on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's me who lost, please let me go."

"Look, less than two seconds."

Chu Mo pursed his lips, withdrew Long Wei, and then looked at the referee next to the ring, the referee had been frightened and incontinent at this time, and sat on the ground with his hands facing back.

"Huh? What happened? ”

"What's going on, neither the referee nor his opponent is quite right......"

"There seems to be something strange about this kid."

Everyone in the audience watched this unbelievable scene, silent, and then a trivial discussion sounded, and all the audience focused their eyes on Chu Mo.

"Ah, what's going on, Player 4529 suddenly surrendered!" Even the host didn't know what was going on.

"Brother referee, my opponent has conceded defeat." Chu Mo reminded, "You should make a judgment quickly, and besides, it's better to move me to a higher floor, otherwise, there will be many people who will be unlucky because of your misjudgment." ”

At this moment, every cell in the referee's body trembled violently with fear, and every nerve was transmitting to him the message of fleeing the boy, but he did not want to lose this job.

He stood up tremblingly, raised his chess pieces towards Chu Mo's side, and stammered, "This game ..... The winner of the match was number 2955. ”

Chu Mo took a deep breath and asked, "What else?" ”

"And ..... Also," the referee suddenly remembered something, and said reluctantly, "No. 2955, you can start the game directly from the 180th floor." ”

Yes, 180 floors, jump 10 floors for every game you win, so that you can reach 200 floors if you win two more games...... Chu Mo smiled and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Referee, and have a great day."