Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 112 Nailed into Internal Organs!

"call!.

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He took a deep breath, and Liu Zhen's chest suddenly swelled up before slowly receding.

With each breath, he suppressed the chill that rose from the base of his spine.

I saw it once a long time ago.

Liu Zhen's eyes were serious, and his voice was even deeper than before.

"A young man with spiky hair and black-rimmed glasses spoke very rudely. I was really angry with him at the time."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Roy's calm, still eyes for a few seconds before scrutinizing him: "But once we got to the ring, I couldn't even withstand a single move from him..."

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Upon hearing this, Roy did not speak, but simply listened quietly.

"Later, he went up to the 200th floor, and I found out some things from the side..."

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"I only learned about some things related to 'nian' around that time..."

""

"Above the 200th floor of the Sky Arena, there is a default rule..."

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"The contestants must awaken this mindset!"

"Otherwise, we won't even be able to reach the registration counter..."

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Liu Zhen spoke his last words carefully, his voice low but each word sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a stinging pain left by the crushing weight of reality.

She tilted her head, and silvery-white wisps of hair slipped down her forehead, revealing Roy's smooth forehead and her ever-calm eyes.

"Then you should know..."

"The person standing in front of you now is not an ordinary child," Roy said, his eyes filled with a menacing gaze and his voice low.

Ryuma remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"I know."

Straightening up, Ryujin retracted his defensive stance, no longer relaxed and careless, but with a serious scrutiny after reassessing his opponent.

He looked down at Roy, and in his deep brown eyes, the helplessness and reluctance of before were gone, replaced by a seriousness, even with a hint of respect.

"But I still want to play..."

Ryuma clenched his fist, his tone as calm as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"It's not because I can beat you... I probably can't."

At this point, Liu Zhen's eyes flickered as he glanced at himself, then he gave a self-deprecating laugh: "But... I'm the instructor of the Extreme Transcendence Infinite Flow, and I teach my students... once they step onto the stage, they must fight to the very last second... and I..."

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"I can't just run away first, can I?"

He silently stared at the burly man for two seconds... then Roy nodded: "Okay!"

Taking a step back, Roy widened the distance again, his left hand hanging at his side, his right hand slowly raised, his five fingers clenched, his fist facing Tetsujin.

At the same time, countless silvery-white rays of light emerged from the fist and fingers, converging layer by layer towards the center. Initially, they were just a thin halo, but they quickly grew denser and brighter, changing from silvery-white to bright white, and from bright white to an almost blinding light.

A liquid metal-like luster.

That fist... is turning into a cannonball about to be fired!

The oppressive force of his punch spread through the air, radiating outwards like ripples from his right fist.

The dust on the ring floor was gently pushed up, swirling and drifting towards the ropes.

Across from him, Ryuma took a deep breath.

His shoulders began to slowly sag, his muscles began to gather strength, and his broad back formed two solid curves under his dark gray gi, as he mustered all his power.

He then took a half step back with his left foot, turned his toes outward, and planted them firmly on the ground.

Bend your right leg forward, lowering your center of gravity by about a fist's height.

Then... he slowly raised his hands, left palm in front, right palm behind, fingertips slightly upturned... like a shield, but not for blocking or defending, but for sensing the direction of the opponent's punch.

Bring your right palm to your waist, with your fist facing up, and keep a distance between your palm and your belt that is just enough to fit a finger.

The elbows are slightly outward, with the upper arms forming a sharp angle with the body, like a fully drawn bow.

This is the starting move of the Extreme Infinite Flow... Mirror Water!

After looking at the two players and asking a question, the referee raised his right hand... paused for three meters, and then lowered it heavily!

"The match begins!!!"

clatter!.

It wasn't Roy who moved first, but Ryujin...

But instead of moving forward, he moved half a step to the left, his toes gliding across the ground, his body shifting slightly and smoothly like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind.

This is the first change in the mirror-like water... Reflection.

Without confronting or avoiding the enemy, simply adjust the angle subtly and imperceptibly, allowing the opponent's axis of attack to slip away from your center line.

Roy didn't move.

His right fist still held that piercing silver-white spiritual light, but he didn't throw a punch, nor did he even make a gesture as if he was about to.

At this moment... neither of them made a move.

But the invisible pressure between the two facing off in the center of the ring had already quietly lingered between them.

Under this pressure, Liu Zhen's forehead began to bead with fine sweat.

The aura emanating from that silver-white fist, unique to Nen users, made Ryuuma feel as if he were facing not a child, but a cliff that was slowly collapsing.

We can't wait any longer.

Under this pressure, Ryujin suddenly flicked his right fist out from his waist, delivering a short, almost unannounced inch punch.

"call!"

The fist swept through the air with a muffled thud.

In the blink of an eye, Ryujin's fist appeared in front of Roy.

*Thud!*

Roy didn't dodge; he simply extended his left hand, palm facing outward, fingers slightly spread.

Then Ryujin's fist struck Roy's palm squarely.

"hard!"

With a low shout, Roy took a step forward with his right foot.

It's just one step.

But Ryujin felt that the entire arena tilted at that moment, not physically, but in terms of overwhelming force.

Roy's body did not grow larger, his spiritual light did not increase, and even his eyes did not become sharper.

But this one step made Ryujin feel that the "cliff" in front of him was a little closer.

He instinctively took a half step back.

Then... he regretted it.

Because in that instant he retreated, Roy's right fist... that cannonball filled with silvery-white spiritual light...

It's finally out.

There was no howling wind, no sonic boom, only a muffled sound, like a fist slamming into wet mud.

Thump!

Ryujin didn't even see the trajectory of the fist.

He only saw a silvery-white light shoot out from Roy's right shoulder, and then a sharp, burning pain, like being pierced by a red-hot iron rod, came from his abdomen.

He didn't fly away.

Because Roy withdrew ninety percent of his strength the moment his fist touched his abdomen, not out of softness, but out of control.

He wanted to test the precision of the flow distribution and the destructive power of hard attacks, rather than aiming to end the battle with a single blow.

Even though Roy's fist only had 10% of its power left, the Nen energy compressed to the extreme still pierced through Ryuma's abdominal muscles like a needle and sank into the surface of his internal organs.