"Uh huh huh... I can't be killed by you so easily."

Hisoka, who was in mid-air, narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely.

He gently grasped it with his right hand, as if he had grabbed something, and pulled hard.

"blow!"

Hisoka's figure disappeared in mid-air, and black spikes passed through the afterimage.

"You can still move while you're in mid-air!?"

Anakin retracted the black spikes and turned to look at Hisoka who had landed on the ring on the right again. At this time, Hisoka was looking at him with a smile.

"This funny kid...!"

But in Anakin's view, the smile on Hisoka's face was simply mocking him, and the tricks that mocked him could not touch him at all.

"Hurry up, let's continue to attack." Hisoka raised the corners of his mouth, raised his right arm, raised his index finger and gave him a slight hook, and said with a smile in an extremely leisurely tone:

"Hurry up and use those black spikes to attack from the ground or other places, specifically attack my blind spot."

"Whoa!"

As if in response to Hisoka's request, a black spike emerged from the gap in the floor tiles behind Hisoka and stabbed Hisoka's heart.

"call out!"

But for some reason, Hisoka acted as if he knew the direction of the attack in advance. He moved his feet and turned his body to the left, easily avoiding the incoming spikes.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The next moment, more black spikes emerged from the gaps in the floor tiles, specifically targeting Hisoka's blind spots.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

But what made Anakin's anger rise was that no matter how he chose Hisoka's blind spot to attack, Hisoka was like a prophet who could make evasive actions in advance of his attacks.

"hateful!"

"You can't hit this brat at all!"

"Why didn't you hit it?"

"There must be a reason. He can't avoid attacks from blind spots every time."

Anakin was thinking about his strategy while controlling his ability spikes.

"Curious?"

At this moment, Hisoka's flippant voice floated into Anakin's ears.

He took a closer look and saw Hisoka moving around on the ring with his eyes closed. His posture was elegant and his movements were skillful, as if he was dancing a tango.

"Oh~!"

"Friends in the audience, there is an amazing scene on the field!"

"Player Hisoka actually fought the enemy with his eyes closed!"

"No matter what kind of attacks Anakin makes, they can't hit Hisoka!"

"This is the first time Hisoka participated in the 200-level competition. He is so strong~!!!"

In the commentary room, the commentator stood up excitedly and explained to the audience in a high-pitched voice.

On the ring, the referee also looked at Hisoka with his eyes trembling in fear, fearing that Hisoka would die if he was careless.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Let's fight quickly!"

"We didn't buy tickets to watch you dance!"

"Fight! Fight!"

However, the audience in the auditorium did not pay the price. What they wanted to see was a thrilling hand-to-hand fight, not this inexplicable situation.

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They didn't know what was going on on the field, let alone the significance of Hisoka's actions.

"Well, if the opponent is only of this level." Ilmi looked at the situation on the ring expressionlessly and commented: "Then Hisoka wins."

Illumi on the side raised his lips slightly, but said nothing. Because in his eyes, the emotion exuded by the player named Anakin was calm blue.

"You've been hiding here and there, you just want me to get so angry that I get in trouble, right?"

At this time, Anakin gritted his teeth on the surface and looked furious, but he was quite calm in his heart.

He had already used Condensation, and a ball of thought energy had gathered in his eyes, and he could clearly see the purple thought energy stained on his black spikes.

"So that's it, it's those cards just now..."

The image of piercing those cards with black spikes flashed through Anakin's mind for a moment. It was probably at that time that he was contaminated with the enemy's aura.

"So, the very first action was also..."

Anakin understood at this time that when Hisoka avoided his sneak attack for the first time and pointed at his black spikes, that action was also marking him.

In this way, we can understand why he can avoid attacks from all corners of his sight even with his eyes closed.

"You're just a brat! You actually played such a little trick on me!"

"At best, he is smarter than a monkey!"

Anakin roared in his heart, and at the same time, he no longer allowed the black spikes to attack from blind corners, but instead attacked from the front.

"Whoa!"

Hisoka avoided a black spike coming from the front, and while he was guessing what the other party was going to do next, he found that all the black spikes were turning towards a frontal attack.

"Bang bang bang..."

Black spikes no longer struggled to find his blind spot, but directly burst out of the floor tiles under his feet, stabbing his left and right legs respectively, seemingly focused on destroying his ability to move.

"Still want to destroy my legs?"

Hisoka retreated while avoiding the attack. But this situation only lasted for a moment, and he realized that he was getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before he was forced off the ring.

"No, maybe you just want to force me off the ring."

"Or is there any other trick?"

Following Hisoka's thoughts, he had already retreated to the edge of the ring.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Just as Hisoka retreated to the edge of the ring, a black spike that was not marked by his ability appeared from under the edge of the ring, climbed up the wall of the ring, and stabbed Hisoka's retreating feet.

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"Pfft!"

A sound of blood piercing through flesh was heard.

Hisoka jumped up and swung his right hand to the left, as if a rope was thrown from his hand. He grabbed the rope and pulled hard, and his body flew through the air.

"clatter."

Hisoka fell on one foot to the other side of the ring, looked down at his right leg, and saw blood dripping from his instep.

"Smelly brat!"

"You can't hide anymore, can you?"

In the center of the ring, Anakin gritted his teeth and sneered.

"1,2,3,4..."

But Hisoka didn't care about the injury on his instep at this time, muttering a series of numbers in his mouth.

"There are only eight sticks that have been attacking me, but another one appears later. Judging from your strength..." Hisoka looked up at Anakin in the center of the ring, with a perverted smile on his face, "The ten sticks are yours.

Is it all?"

"In other words, you have one more chance to hurt me."

"This brat..." Anakin looked at Hisoka with a perverted smile on his face, and his heart burned with anger, "He actually calculated that I only have ten spikes!"
Chapter completed!