Xiao Di could feel that the muscles under his clothes were much more precise and powerful than yesterday. It was as if there was an explosive power hidden in them.
"Have you become stronger again?"
" You…" Xiao Di blinked her eyes." I can sense a dangerous aura from you that I never felt before.”
"Oh really? I've become stronger. Looks like I'm about to catch up to you ~"
Ron touched the coin in his pocket. After touching the bodies in the two morgues last night, he used this coin to do an experiment.
Just like how Jack and the others went to fight against the enemy's family and were made difficult by the butler, Sycamore, to toss a coin, Ron tried to do what Sycamore did.
He realized that it was effortless and very easy to do.
In addition, Droplet sensed a dangerous aura from him. Ron guessed that his current strength should be above Sycamore, which was below the average level of the Phantom Squadron.
There were many telekinesis users among the corpses. Ron had obtained a lot of pure telekinetic energy from those people, which greatly increased his energy.
This was only a night of searching the corpse, and he already had such results and strength.
Ron was looking forward to the coming days. In a few more days, perhaps his abilities would completely surpass the little drop, and he might even be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the powerhouses like Kululuo and Siba.
Ron went to the morgue again at night with this hope, only to be disappointed.
There were new corpses in the morgue, but there were only 30 to 40 of them. Those who died were basically challengers between the 100th and 200th floors.
That was right. The Sky Arena had a battle application system. Above the 200th floor, there was a 90-day preparation period for battle. Therefore, battles between true telekinesis masters rarely occurred, let alone deaths.
Although the quality of these people was much higher than that of the low-class residents of Meteor Street, and Ron had also used Telekinesis, Restriction, and Oath to get a lot of good stuff, it was still a little disappointing compared to yesterday's harvest.
"If I can't find a corpse, then I'll create my own corpse. It seems that if I want to obtain good things, I'll have to rely on myself.”
Ron muttered to himself as he casually slapped a middle-level fist technique book he had found on a corpse on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the Sky Arena.
It was time for him to move his muscles and bones ~
The Sky Arena was a popular place for Pugilists. Anyone could come and challenge the floors. As long as they could keep winning, they would be able to get everything they wanted.
Although this was a little exaggerated, it was true in some aspects.
Therefore, the Sky Arena attracted countless people to participate.
However, because it was a fighting competition, fists and feet had no eyes. It was inevitable that there would be casualties if they were not careful.
Therefore, anyone who signed up would be required to fill in a life and death contract. If they died during the challenge, the Sky Arena would not bear any responsibility.
If you didn't write, you wouldn't be able to challenge them. Just like the hunter test, the Sky Arena only accepted those who had made up their minds.
Ron and Droplet filled in the registration form and the life and death contract according to the rules and were arranged to wait in the waiting room.
Well, rather than waiting for the corpses to be sent over, it was better to take the initiative to attack and participate in the floor challenge. He would kill the powerful opponents one by one and then loot the good stuff from their corpses on the spot.
Moreover, after fighting, he could know what skills the other party had. This way, he could obtain the things and skills he wanted through restrictions and oaths.
This was much better than him randomly taking out something without knowing the details of the corpse.
One should not think that Ron was cold-blooded and cruel. After surviving on Meteor Street for a few months, other than some basic moral bottom lines, he had long become indifferent.
Survival and strengthening themselves were the most important things.
As for the others, especially those who had already made up their minds and signed a life and death contract, since they had signed the contract, there was nothing more to say.
Not killing you was merciful, but killing you was also reasonable.
If it was outside or somewhere else, Ron wouldn't kill people just to get something good, but since it was in the Sky Arena, he was sorry.
Ron, who had made up his mind, was not an indecisive person, so he brought Droplet to register at dawn.
In the waiting area, Ron looked around casually and closed his eyes again.
There were some good ones, but most of them were still too weak.
At that moment, Ron's number, 1033, sounded on the radio.
"I'll go first ~"
Ron got up, informed Droplet, and walked out of the waiting area.
All the participants had to test their strength on the first level, so the first level was filled with competition arenas.
The judges would decide which floor each participant should be sent to based on their performance in the competition within three minutes. Of course, the better the strength, the higher the floor they would be sent to.
When they arrived at the designated ring, Ron's opponent, a burly man with a watermelon haircut and a black vest, was already waiting there.
"Are you my opponent? Hehe, so it's a young boy. It seems that I'm going to win this round. Which floor will I be promoted to?”
The head of the watermelon head looked at Ron up and down with contempt and sneered.
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