Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 120 The Change of Identity.....

"It's okay, it's okay, the game will be over soon."

He could hear his own voice trembling; it wasn't nervousness, but rather the excitement that had been suppressed for so long and was finally about to be released.

"If you're really too tired, you can lie down and sleep. You're not allowed to sleep in the ring, but there are beds in the infirmary... for free."

The last three words, "free," were spoken very softly by Dongba, as if he were trying to coax a child.

"Hmm... I'll go back to sleep after the competition. Anyway, didn't you say you'd admit defeat as soon as you got on stage?"

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Loy feigned ignorance of Dongba's intentions and gave a shy smile: "Don't you think so?"

"Um....

Dongba paused for a moment, but then quickly realized what he meant and said, "Yes...yes...I surrendered as soon as I got on stage..."

Admit defeat?

How is that possible?

I, Lord Tonpa, am a newbie killer. Whether it's in the Hunter Exams or the Heaven's Arena, I am the undisputed graveyard for newbies.

Every time I see those incredulous, deeply despairing expressions on your faces, I feel a strange sense of excitement...

：.

This kind of pleasurable experience is truly irresistible.

hey-hey.

Dongba chuckled softly twice and began to silently count the time it would take for the medicine to take effect.

159.....158.....157...

156...

Taking in Dongba's expression and demeanor, Roy smiled in unison.

Happy, aren't you? I'm happy too.

I'll make you even happier later...

"Referee," Roy raised his hand and called to the referee on the sidelines, "Can we begin?"

The referee glanced at the timer, then at both players, nodded, raised his right hand, and then slammed it down.

"The match begins!"

thump.

As soon as the last syllable of "beginning" was uttered, the Dongba's body moved.

He ran to the edge of the ring as fast as he could, trying to get as far away from Roy as possible.

"Huh? Dongba, weren't you going to admit defeat?"

Watching Dongba run away, Roy feigned surprise and exclaimed.

"Admit defeat...?"

"How could I possibly admit defeat... You're the one who should be admitting defeat."

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Dongba stood at the edge of the ring and raised his head. A glint of opportunity flashed in his cloudy eyes. The smile on his face was no longer the ingratiating and humble one he had shown at the beginning. Instead, it was replaced by a naked and undisguised expectation.

"Are you starting to feel a stomachache?"

"Also feeling dizzy? Nauseous? Want to vomit?"

His voice was so soft that only the two people in the ring could hear it.

"Let me tell you, there are a lot of things I mixed myself in that drink I handed you..."

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"You mixed it yourself?"

Roy gave an innocent look.

"That's right, I concocted it myself... It's colorless and odorless, and even the most advanced testing equipment can't detect it. It can make you slowly, slowly, little by little lose your strength, making you dizzy and weak in your limbs... And this process is silent. When you realize something is wrong, that's when the poison takes effect..."

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Dongba grinned, revealing a row of somewhat yellowed teeth.

"I've been in Sky Arena for over a decade, and I've never won with my fists."

"Do you know what my greatest skill is? It's judging people."

He extended his index finger and touched the spot next to his eye.

"I can tell at a glance whether someone is the type to drink a beverage offered by a stranger. You..."

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"You're right."

Roy interrupted him.

Dongba was stunned for a moment.

"Most people would have drunk it, but your expression just now was too perfect."

Roy took two steps forward, squatted down in front of Dongba, and looked him in the eye.

"So standard... I can tell at a glance that you're the kind of person who's practiced countless times in front of the mirror and fooled countless people with this face."

Dongba's smile froze.

"All your expressions, all your movements, all your lines, were too deliberate... a deliberate greeting, a deliberate statement that you would admit defeat, a deliberate portrayal of your incompetence..."

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Roy tilted his head, and silvery-white wisps of hair slipped down his forehead, revealing a pair of silvery-gray eyes that were as clear as mountain springs.

"These are all your methods to lower people's guard, disguises to get them to drink your spiked beverages."

"But you forgot something... no, no, it's not that you forgot, it's that I'm too special... because I was raised to never eat food offered to me by anyone..."

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Dongba's pupils suddenly contracted.

"And... I didn't drink the drink you gave me..."

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Roy moved his wrist and looked at Dongba from afar: "Five seconds ago, you thought I should have been unable to stand up, but I'm standing here, in front of you, looking at you, and talking to you."

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread.

A layer of silvery-white, faint light, like water vapor, emerged from the palm of the hand and quietly covered the skin like a layer of frost.

"So... you don't need to count down in your head... it's useless..."

Roy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

Dongba's eyes widened to their maximum size, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

"You...you..."

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"What do you mean, you..." Roy interrupted him.

"After being in the Sky Arena for so long, your eyesight hasn't improved at all. You let your guard down just because I'm a kid?"

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"Don't you think it's easy for a kid who can reach the 199th floor?"

"No, that's not right either. You must have thought about that too..."

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"But you still chose to poison me because you were gambling... gambling that I was just a lucky kid, gambling that even if I had some ability, I definitely lacked social experience, gambling that I, this carrot, could be easily eaten by you like those people before."

He withdrew his right hand, and his thoughts began to coalesce... Roy uttered a soft voice, "You..."

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"Not suited to be a hunter..."

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Dongba's lips were trembling. He wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he could only make some indistinct, faint breaths.

"It's not because we lack the ability."

Roy turned around and slowly walked towards Dongba.

"It's because you don't respect your opponent."

"It's because you treat every opponent as prey, but you forget that in the hunter world, the roles of prey and hunter can be reversed at any time."

On the ring, under the bright lights, Roy's short white hair, tattered coat, and straight back shimmered with a silvery-white halo.

boom!

A gust of wind came from his side, carrying Dongba's anger, resentment, and ferocity...

This punch was powerful and fast.

It struck Roy's hand in less than a second?

palm?

Dongba's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He had aimed for Luo Yi's chest, so how did he end up hitting his palm?

Before he could continue thinking,

A tight pressure began to emanate from around his fist, like an iron clamp gripping his knuckles.