Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 107 Nen Pressure and Instant Kill

"Let's stop here for today."

Gazing at the increasingly dark sky in the distance, Bisky, standing atop the cliff, swallowed the last piece of candy and jumped off first.

Boom!Boom!

With two muffled thuds, Bisky and Roy landed one after the other from a height of tens of meters, kicking up clouds of dust.

The yellowish-gray dust swirled with the cold wind blowing through the canyon, completely enveloping the two figures.

"Cough cough————"

Having exhausted his mental energy, Roy, who hadn't held his breath in time, coughed as he was filled with dust.

He was bent over, his hands resting on his knees, a dry, metallic taste rising in his throat.

"It seems you still need to hone your skills for a while longer —"

The blonde girl with twin ponytails walking ahead spoke without turning her head.

Her steps were light and steady, as if the dozens of meters of free fall she had just experienced were merely stepping down one step.

"You must remember that as a qualified Nen user, you must always retain a sliver of Nen at all times."

"It's not about killing the enemy, but about preserving the strength to self-destruct in extreme circumstances, otherwise—"

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The girl paused slightly, then uttered the rest of her sentence softly: "Otherwise, in the world of Nian, there are plenty of ways to make life worse than death—"

"Believe me, you don't want to experience this—"

Her voice was very soft, as soft as the night breeze sweeping through a canyon.

But it was precisely this lightness that made those words feel like a chill to the bone when they reached Roy's ears.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and his previously nonchalant attitude vanished.

He suddenly remembered his reckless outburst on the Ogre, and his near-life-risking adventure when facing Hisoka...

Each time, he pushed himself to the edge of a cliff, as if death were just a game that could be played endlessly.

But he overlooked the fact that there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death.

He...has indeed lost his caution.

In retrospect, the idea that the worst that could happen is death seems incredibly naive and laughable in the world of Nen users.

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Lady Luck doesn't always favor him; in fact, the fact that she's favored him so many times is already a miracle.

Having understood this, Roy nodded solemnly.

"I've learned a lot, Master."

He called out "Master" with genuine sincerity.

Mentors who teach skills and abilities are common, but guides who can pour cold water on you when you're overconfident and pull you back from the brink are rare.

An hour later, at arena number D-31.

As everyone stared in astonishment and disbelief, something utterly unexpected was unfolding on the curved arena.

The white-haired boy made his opponent kneel down without even making a single move.

"What kind of tricks are these—you're using—?"

The middle-aged man, with his knees bent and hands supporting him on the ground, managed to utter a sentence with great difficulty, enduring the extreme oppressive feeling emanating from all around him.

"means?"

Da da ————

Slowly approaching the man, Roy's silver-gray pupils swept over him condescendingly: "This isn't some kind of trick, this is Nen—"

"A power that exists only in a small number of people."

"read?"

The middle-aged man looked bewildered, not understanding what Roy meant.

Seeing the middle-aged man's puzzled expression, Roy had no desire to explain. He simply uttered a single word: "Oh..."

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As soon as he finished speaking, the mental pressure on his body, which was only one-tenth or one-twelfth of its original strength, suddenly increased, and a violent and ominous mental pressure crashed down on the middle-aged man.

Boom!

Before he could even utter a scream, the middle-aged man's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Sorry, I made you do an experiment."

Looking at the middle-aged man who had fallen, Roy apologized softly and then turned and left the stage... Behind him, the referee was still staring blankly at the unconscious middle-aged man.

The words "Winner, winner... number 365" that he was shouting were broken and intermittent, as if someone was choking him.

The audience in the stands were still in shock. They had bought tickets for a brutal, hand-to-hand combat showdown, only to see the white-haired youth step onto the stage, stand still, glance at his opponent, and then his opponent kneel down.

What is this?

magic?

Or is it something beyond their comprehension, something beyond common sense?

Roy ignored those stares.

Bisky's words still echoed in his mind: if you don't give it your all, you may end up neither alive nor dead.

That biting chill was more sobering than the sandstorms in the canyon.

"Boss, you've gotten even stronger again."

Fica caught up, his red hair like a dancing flame under the corridor lights, his eyes full of excitement and curiosity.

"Also, when did you awaken your Nen? I had no idea! And why did he faint after you just glanced at him?"

As he walked, he gestured with his hands, pointing to the middle-aged man on the stage who was still unconscious, and then to Roy's eyes, his tone rapid and rapid-fire.

"That's not looking."

Roy spoke, his voice soft and calm, as if he were talking about something mundane.

"It's a thought."

"Nian...Suppress?"

Fica tilted her head, and her red bangs slipped down to one side, revealing her wide-open eyes.

Roy stopped and turned to look at Fica.

The light from the corridor shone on his face from the side, dividing his slightly tired face into two halves of light and shadow.

The silver-gray pupils gleamed slightly in the shadows, like two polished pieces of cold iron.

"When a Nen user releases Nen, it creates an invisible sense of pressure on the surroundings. Ordinary people cannot feel the Nen, but their bodies will react instinctively... like being stared at by a large beast, their heart rate will increase, their blood pressure will rise, and their muscles will stiffen."

He paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"My opponent today is just an ordinary person. He doesn't have Nen, and he doesn't even know that Nen exists."

"So he couldn't resist that feeling of oppression. His body's instinctive reaction would reach its limit within seconds, and then his brain would suddenly shut down... that is... he would faint."

Fika listened blankly, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

"So—boss, you mean you just startled him, and he fainted?"

"That's one way to understand it."

"Wouldn't that make them invincible?!"

Fica clapped his hands suddenly, his eyes shining like two light bulbs.

"From now on, when I encounter an opponent, one look will be enough to win!"

Roy glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly, revealing a wry smile: "Don't get your hopes up. This only works on ordinary people. If the other party is also a Nen user, it won't be so easy."

Looking away, Roy stared blankly ahead, as if lost in thought.

"A battle between two Nen users is a contest of the thickness of their bondage, the speed of their flow, the strength of their resolve, and—who can seize the weakness in the other's ability first."