Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 108 Facing Hisoka's Shadow

As he spoke, Roy raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

A thin, silvery-white aura emerged from the palm of the hand, quietly hovering on the skin's surface like a layer of frost.

Fica's eyes widened even more.

He stared at the halo on Roy's hand, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. He pulled his finger back abruptly as soon as it touched the edge of the halo.

"It's so cold!" he exclaimed.

"Like...like ice water in winter!"

"That's a characteristic of my thought."

Roy withdrew his hand, and the silvery-white halo dissipated.

"Everyone's thoughts are unique, just like fingerprints. I've only just begun to grasp the basics and am far from being an expert."

"That's still amazing!"

Fica clenched his fist, a barely perceptible hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

"Boss, you've only been using it for a few days..."

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He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

But Roy understood.

"You will too."

Roy said this in a calm tone, but with an undeniable certainty.

"I'll teach you after we make a decision with Hisoka this time."

Fica paused for a moment, then grinned.

Her smile was as radiant as a sunflower's.

"You said it, boss, no backing out!"

Roy smiled and nodded, then turned and continued walking deeper into the corridor.

At this moment, the night wind blew in from the end of the passage, blowing his short, silvery-white hair and the hem of his coat, which had been worn white by the wind and sand of the canyon.

Fika followed behind, muttering something to himself, probably dreaming about what would happen next.

Roy didn't really listen to those words.

He simply looked up and glanced at the fluorescent lights on the corridor ceiling.

The pale light fell on his face, making the already faint trace of fatigue even deeper.

He remembered Bisky's words...

"You must remember, no matter what... you must always keep a sliver of hope."

It's not because I'm afraid of dying.

It's because... there are some things in this world that are more terrifying than death.

He clenched his fingers in his pocket and unconsciously quickened his pace.

There's training tomorrow.

After tomorrow, there's Hisoka...

After Hisoka... is there anyone else...?

It all depends on whether he survives.

If he were only facing Hisoka, who was holding back, based on his understanding of the plot and his grasp of Hisoka's personality, he would still have a 70-80% chance of surviving...

However, he had already abandoned the idea of ​​hoping that others would go easy on him when he felt powerless in his last encounter with Hisoka.

Therefore... his arduous training this time, and his extreme frenzy in pushing his potential to its limits, were all for the sake of having the power to truly face Hisoka when he faced him.

This time... he's going to defeat Hisoka at full power in the battle on the 200th floor!

call..

I took a deep breath and suppressed those chaotic thoughts.

Roy slowly walked to the end of the corridor.

bite!.

The elevator doors opened.

Roy went inside and pressed the close button.

Fica squeezed in at the last second before the doors closed, panting as he leaned against the inner wall of the carriage. He gave Roy an embarrassed smile.

"By the way, where's Serapika?"

Roy pressed down on a floor with his right index finger, then tilted his head to glance at Fica, who was panting.

Clang! Clang!

The elevator slowly descended.

The floor numbers jumped up and down one by one.

151, 152, 153...

In the cramped space, it was so quiet that only the faint sound of the cable sliding and the two people's intermittent breathing could be heard.

"She should be competing on the 185th floor now."

Fika's gaze lingered for a moment on the elevator button for the 185th floor, then shifted to the lit button for the 175th floor, saying, "What's up, boss? Do you want to go see her?"

"However, I don't think there's any need to rush. With the speed at which you just fought, we should be able to go up after you finish the next match..."

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Roy neither confirmed nor denied, but simply nodded and did not pursue the matter of Serapika, instead asking about something else.

"So, how many floors have you reached?"

Looking sideways at the red-haired boy, Roy's eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.

Under that gaze, Fika couldn't help but feel a little nervous. His right hand trembled involuntarily as he said, "Um... Boss, don't look at me like that. I haven't been slacking off. In the day you left, I've already reached level 160. If I get a few more wins, I can reach level 200."

At this point, Fika wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and continued, "So... Boss, don't look at me like that, it's putting a lot of pressure on me..."

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"oh.....

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Roy's long, meaningful sigh lingered in the elevator, putting immense pressure on Ficamo.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, he looked away.

call..

Fica let out a long breath, and his tension eased a little.

The boss's aura was growing stronger and stronger; even a simple glance from him was enough to overwhelm me.

Could this be Zoldyck's true strength, and his usual demeanor was just a disguise?

While speculating, Fica secretly observed Roy, trying to glean something from him.

But under the dim, swaying elevator lights, Fica couldn't see anything except for making Roy's shadow look very long.

"What? Is there something on me?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy caught Fica's scrutinizing gaze and asked in confusion.

"No...no...I just noticed that the boss seems a little different than before..."

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The red-haired boy met Roy's gaze and waved his hands repeatedly.

"no the same?"

Muttering to himself, Luo Yi looked down at himself... From his chest to the hem, from the cuffs to the trouser legs, his coat was no longer recognizable as its original color.

On the dusty fabric, large patches of dirt and sweat stains were intertwined. There was also a long tear on the left chest, which was torn open by sharp rocks when it slid down the canyon wall. The threads at the edge of the tear were worn white, revealing the equally dirty black inner shirt underneath.

There was a dark, dried stain on his left elbow, indistinguishable between blood and mud, but it made a faint "crackling" sound when he moved, like a piece of bark about to peel off.

The sleeves rolled down to the knees of the pants, which were completely worn through, revealing two dark holes with purplish-blue bruises and scabbed abrasions, and a few grains of sand still stuck to the skin.

His ragged appearance was indeed different from before.

"It is a little different now."

Looking up, Roy tugged at the collar of his tattered coat.

"The clothes are tattered, the shoes are dirtier, and the trousers are even more torn."

Fika looked at him, hesitant to speak.

He wanted to say: Boss, I wasn't talking about clothes.

But he didn't say it.

He simply shook his head and grinned, "Hmm, maybe I'm overthinking it."