An hour before the match, the arena was already packed, and the live broadcast also began an hour early.
At this mont, the first floor of Heaven's Arena was crowded with spectators who hadn't managed to get tickets. They either sat or stood, cramd in front of various screens.
In the city, even electronics stores had turned on all their TVs, broadcasting the live coverage of the event, not to ntion the massive screens hanging on buildings.
On the broadcast screen, a young woman in a uniform held a wireless microphone, standing at the highest outer edge of the spectator seats. She was a staff mber responsible for energizing the crowd.
"Please look at the audience in the arena! There's less than an hour left before the match begins, but the venue is already full!"
"Law, who has risen to the 200th floor with an undefeated record, is currently the highly praised dark horse. But today, he faces Sandy, the Pyromaniac, who has already secured nine victories!"
"Who will erge victorious? Let's wait and see!"
"Now, before the match begins, please enjoy the exciting fight highlights of Law and Sandy!"
As the screen switched to the highlights, the hostess put away her microphone and walked toward the comntary booth.
She wasn't the comntator, but she needed to communicate with the comntator frequently to ensure everything ran smoothly.
Thanks to the well-edited highlights, so ti was successfully whittled away. Then, the broadcast cut to the streets.
Following the cara, many passersby could be seen stopping in front of various outdoor TVs, all waiting for the match to begin.
The cara began randomly interviewing pedestrians, asking who they supported. The audience in the arena, as well as those watching at ho, were all tuned in to this scene.
"Of course it's Sandy!"
"Why?"
"Because Sandy has already won nine matches. He's close to becoming a Floor Master."
After interviewing many random passersby, the results were overwhelmingly in favor of Sandy.
The contestants' lounges all had TVs, and Law watched the broadcast without much reaction.
However, Buhara, who was in the sa restroom, was furious, and kept nagging Law to beat up Sandy. Law could only smile wryly at this.
Biscuit looked at Law and said, "You've seen the edited fight footage. Although you can't see Sandy's Nen Ability, you probably have a rough idea, right?"
"Yeah, I didn't really want to watch it." Law shrugged. Who knew the organizers would release the edited footage?
Biscuit sighed: "This lowers the difficulty."
Originally, she had wanted Law to face Sandy with zero information, but the organizers had thrown a wrench in her plans.
From the edited footage, so of Sandy's main offensive techniques could be seen. Aside from his claw-like weapons, his attacks aligned with his title of 'Pyromaniac'… fire!
It was unclear what thod Sandy used, but he could spew gasoline from his mouth and then ignite it as an attack. His Nen seed to significantly enhance the power and range of the flas.
At first glance, ignoring Sandy's physical skills, his fire-breathing act made him seem like a circus perforr. But when he infused his Nen into the flas, it beca terrifying.
Most of the contestants who lost to him suffered severe burns, though with enough money, treating burns wasn't a problem.
Law understood what Biscuit ant. Since they now knew Sandy's offensive techniques, the value of this fight had diminished significantly.
He smiled and said, "It's fine. This is just the first warm-up match. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
He had already decided to participate in the Battle Olympia, but before that, he needed to secure ten victories and defeat Atomu.
As for the Pyromaniac Sandy, to be honest, after watching the footage, Law wouldn't underestimate him, but he didn't feel the slightest bit threatened either.
Biscuit nodded and said, "I've bet all my savings on you. If you lose, don't bother coming to see ."
Buhara and Sanbica exchanged glances. In fact, they had also bet all their savings on Law.
"..."
Hearing this, Law was speechless.
Because of the difference in qualifications between the two sides, the odds for today's match were quite unusual.
Biscuit and the others knew Law's true strength and understood that after this match, the odds for any of Law's future matches might never be like this again.
…
Ti passed, and soon it was ti for the match to begin.
The atmosphere in the venue, which had been quiet for a while, suddenly exploded like ignited gunpowder, with waves of cheers erupting.
"Thank you for waiting, everyone! Let's welco Mr. Sandy to the stage!" The female comntator on the comntary booth shouted loudly!
A burly man slowly walked out from the passage below and stepped onto the ring, it was Sandy.
Today, his outfit was exactly the sa as yesterday, but he had added a weapon: a pair of dark claws on his hands, exuding a cold, eerie aura.
As Sandy stepped into the arena, the cheers from the audience grew louder and louder, wave after wave.
As long as Sandy wins today's match, he would have a chance to challenge for the position of Floor Master. In other words, Sandy was one of the strongest candidates for the future Floor Master. More importantly, 90% of the audience had bet on Sandy to win.
"Sandy's popularity is as high as ever. Listen to the cheers in the arena! The audience is completely fired up!"
"Now, let's welco Mr. Law to the stage!"
From the other passage, Law walked out slowly, making his way toward the ring.
When it was his turn to appear, the cheers in the arena noticeably weakened.
Although many spectators had beco Law's fans since his ti in the lower floors, he was still a newcor. His fan base was far smaller than Sandy's, who had been active for years. This was also why the odds were so skewed.
Luo stepped onto the ring and stood opposite Sandy.
Seeing that Law had reached the 200th floor and still didn't use any weapons, a hint of coldness flashed in Sandy's eyes.
Below the 200th floor, the use of weapons was prohibited, but above the 200th floor, any weapon was allowed.
Under this rule, even bringing a fire extinguisher specifically designed to counter Sandy would be acceptable, but Law had co empty-handed.
On the surface, it seed like Law hadn't brought anything, but in reality, his weapon was hidden inside the silver fla tattoo on the back of his hand. However, for this fight, he didn't plan to use Shin.
On the ring, the referee spread his arms, signaling both fighters to take their positions.
"You use of any weapon is permitted. Please fight with dignity and honor!"
The referee began with the usual opening line, then shifted his gaze between the two fighters, not imdiately calling for the match to start.
The large screen on the venue's wall displayed the silent standoff between Law and Sandy.
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