Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 110 The Pride of the Zoldycks

With his eyes closed, Roy didn't miss any opportunity to improve himself.

Deep within his mind, the system of Nen abilities slowly unfolded like a meticulously crafted blueprint.

He repeatedly deduced, measured, and disassembled it...

...Which ones are already in our grasp, and which ones are still one step away from being secured?

"Hmm—Entanglement is the process of stably wrapping the overflowing energy within the body around the entire surface, forming a uniform and continuous protective film that can be used for both defense and perception."

"And this is based on the Entanglement technique, which releases a large amount of Nen energy and uses the Entanglement technique to strengthen and fix it to the whole body, forming a thick Nen wall, emphasizing efficient output and all-round defense without blind spots."

Both of these are closely related to the total amount of one's own mental energy.

"7

"But... given his current capacity, the entanglement and strength have already pushed his body to its limits. To push it further is not something that can be solved by willpower alone."

"So... I probably won't be able to improve for the time being."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and Roy's consciousness continued to sink, landing on the third Nen ability he had mastered.

"flow...

'

"Flow is about maintaining a firm stance while adjusting the distribution of Nen (spirit) in different parts of the body in real time according to the opponent's striking position. When defending, most of the Nen is concentrated at the point of impact, and when attacking, Nen is infused into the fists and feet... Through movement, distribution, and concentration, Nen is allowed to flow rapidly within the body, from one place to another. Then, based on an instantaneous judgment, the amount of Nen received by each part is determined, and finally, a local high-density Nen pressure is formed at the point of contact, achieving the greatest effect with the least amount of Nen."

"Its characteristics differ from those of entanglement and firmness. When the energy level cannot be increased, it has more room for development... For example, if I concentrate my thoughts on my eyes, wouldn't it naturally form condensation...?"

"Condensed?!"

"That's right, Ning! How come I didn't think of that at first?"

The word "instantaneous freeze" exploded in Luo Yi's mind like a lightning bolt cleaving through his foggy thoughts.

Almost instinctively, he opened his eyes. His silver-gray pupils suddenly contracted under the bright light, not because of the outside light, but because the thought that had just surged out of his body was converging on his eyes in an unprecedented way.

The next second, a different world appeared before his eyes.

Roy felt as if he had two pairs of eyes at the same time, one pair looking at the outline of things, and the other pair looking at the appearance of things.

The first thing he saw was himself.

He could see the silvery-white aura on his body, and he could see the direction of every strand of it, and the location where it overflowed from the pores of his skin.

He saw all of this clearly...

Then comes Fica.

There is no thought in him now, at least no thought that he has actively released.

But Roy still saw that there was a fist-sized ball of light in Fika's dantian, which should be Fika's psychic energy ball without a doubt.

Loy shifted his gaze from Fica to the stands.

The seats were densely packed with gray-brown, tiered chairs.

Thousands of wisps of gas, each a different color and brightness, appeared before Roy's eyes. Some were as still as stagnant water, shrunken and gray; others were as lively as streams, gently rippling across the skin; and a very few had gases as violent as wildfire, whose scorching pressure could be felt even from dozens of meters away.

Roy's gaze lingered on those raging orbs of light for a moment longer.

Nen users...

...and there's more than one.

They sat in different spots in the stands, some disguised as ordinary spectators, while others openly wore specially made costumes with more than two hundred layers.

The thoughts emanating from each of them silently reveal their type, intensity, and habits. Some like to concentrate their thoughts in their arms, some in their eyes, and others prefer to hide their thoughts entirely in the soles of their feet. The people are diverse, and so are their thoughts.

"I see......

C

Roy withdrew his gaze, dispersed his spiritual energy, and began to mentally re-analyze the information he had just observed. "The application of Flow isn't just limited to fists and feet; it can be used on any corner of the body... Wherever it's applied, it produces a kind of solidification effect—no, not like solidification, but more like a hardening effect, no... no..."

No, that's not quite right. It should be said that it's hard...

"7

Thinking of this, Roy clenched his fist and the idea of ​​giving it a try came to mind.

"Fica".

"Here!" The red-haired boy straightened his back instinctively.

"Keep an eye on the ring for me, and call me when it's my turn to go on stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roy closed his eyes again.

This time, he wants to embed "condensation" into "flow" and let "hardness" emerge.

In the last row of the stands, Bisky sat with her legs crossed, a candy in her mouth, her bright blue eyes looking over the crowd and landing on the white-haired boy sitting with his eyes closed.

After watching for a few seconds, she suddenly laughed.

"This kid... he actually managed to find the threshold of the solidified barrier on his own?"

She mumbled something indistinctly and rolled the candy from her left cheek to her right...

"It's a bit faster than I expected."

Turn your gaze away and look at the huge electronic screen above the arena.

"However... you can't get fat in one bite..."

'

Stretching, Bisky put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair.

"Forget it, let him figure it out on his own. What he figures out on his own, he'll always remember better than what someone else teaches him."

On the stage, the second match was nearing its end.

A contestant was cornered, and the referee began counting down.

Roy's eyes remained closed.

But the eyeballs beneath the eyelids were moving rapidly, as if chasing something unseen.

The three characteristics of flow are like three beads, repeatedly rolling, colliding, and arranging in his consciousness.

Move...distribute...centralize...

A certain feeling began to brew in his heart... but after a while, the feeling still didn't come out; it was stuck there.

Like a lock that won't turn, the key is already inserted, just waiting for that final twist.

"What's missing?"

Lost in thought, Roy murmured to himself.

The voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed to be leaking from deep within the throat.

"What's missing, boss? What do you need?"

Fica had been standing quietly to the side, but his ears were perked up. Hearing Roy's mutterings, he almost instinctively leaned closer, his tone filled with undisguised concern.

Roy didn't open his eyes, but waved his hand slightly: "It's nothing, just talking to myself, don't worry about me."

Fica opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He stepped back, returned to his original position, his hands hanging at his sides, his fingers clenched into his palms, his knuckles slightly white.

His gaze fell on the ring, where two fighters were locked in combat, the muffled thuds of fists colliding echoing one after another, while cheers or sighs erupted from the audience every now and then.

But he didn't absorb anything.

His peripheral vision was always on Roy.

The boss's expression just now—it didn't seem like anything was wrong.

Is it related to the pressure from Hisoka?