Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 121 Died Once!

Dongba looked down and saw that his right hand was being enveloped by Luo Yi's palm.

An irresistible force spread from his fist to his fingers, from his fingers to his wrist, and from his wrist to his forearm. Wherever it passed, his muscles stiffened, his blood vessels constricted, and his bones felt like they were being screwed in.

He tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

The hand looked as if it had been poured into cement, solidified within an unseen boulder.

He looked up at Roy's back.

Her short white hair gleamed with a cold, frosty hue under the light, like a snow-capped mountain that would never melt.

"Relax... loosen..." Dongba's voice trembled, his lips turned white, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one after another.

Then his left hand came up too, and he tried to pry it open with both hands, but couldn't.

The force was like iron welded to his arm, completely immovable.

Feeling the force of a mosquito's breath in his palm, Roy finally turned around.

His pupils reflected Dongba's face, contorted with fear, and a hint of mockery surfaced in his silver-gray eyes: "Have you... considered this possibility?"

Roy's voice wasn't loud, it could even be described as very soft, but every word was like a nail driven into Dongba's eardrums.

Click!

With a slight exertion of his right hand, Dongba's wrist snapped instantly.

In that instant, Dongba felt as if all his strength had been drained away, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

hiss!.

With a low groan, Dongba clutched his right hand and trembled violently, his fingers curled into a stiff claw that he couldn't straighten.

Turning around, Roy raised his head and looked calmly at Dongba.

"You relied on poison, sneak attacks, and any means necessary... to fight your way to the 199th floor."

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He withdrew his right hand and spread his five fingers in front of Dongba.

"In some ways, you really are very capable."

Keep your index finger still in the palm, while the other four fingers are drawn back...

Boom!

Roy tapped Dongba's forehead with his finger, producing a muffled sound.

The finger touched the Dongba's forehead with little force, hardly even qualifying as a strike.

But Dongba's body suddenly froze as if struck by lightning.

It's not because of pain.

The blow Roy just delivered didn't even scratch his skin; it was like someone tapping a watermelon with their finger—the force was light, and there was only a slight echo.

What truly froze Dongba was the sound emanating from his fingertips...

...murderous intent.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't a threat, it wasn't any emotion that could be described in words.

Rather, it was a pure, naked will to kill, like being pulled from an ice cellar.

In that instant... Dongba's pupils dilated, not slowly, but suddenly exploded, as if someone had lit a bomb in his eyes. The brown edges of his pupils were blown into fragments that scattered in all directions.

Then he saw... Roy's fingers...

It pierced right through his forehead!

It wasn't a metaphor, nor an exaggeration; it was a genuine feeling. He felt as if that index finger was a red-hot nail driven right into the center of his forehead.

His skin wasn't broken, his bones weren't cracked, but the bullet had already pierced through his skull, through his meninges, and through his grayish-white, still-beating brain.

He could feel the curve of the fingernail, the protrusion of the knuckles, and even feel the finger slowly, inch by inch, pushing into his brain.

This feeling is incredibly real...

His eyes began to turn white, his will began to falter, and his spirit began to collapse.

In an instant, the arena vanished before his eyes, and Roy's face disappeared too... Everything was swallowed by deep darkness...

Only the hole between the eyebrows remains...

Something is leaking out of that hole.

It's not blood, it's not brain matter, it's temperature.

It was the temperature of his body, the temperature of his being alive, the little bit of warmth accumulated over the past thirty years since birth, leaking out little by little through that hole.

He tried to cover it with his hand, but couldn't.

The hole wasn't in the bone, it was in the very fact that he existed... The more he tried to cover it up, the faster it leaked out.

He wanted to shout "No!"

The mouth opened, the vocal cords vibrated, but what came out was not a sound, but... silence.

He tried to grab Roy's clothes, hoping he would pull his fingers out and beg him to stop.

But his arm was no longer under his control. It wasn't that he was weak; it was that the finger that pierced through his brow had also pierced through all his commands to his body.

His brain was still sending signals, but those signals were cut off halfway by the finger, like severed spider silk, drifting to the ground without causing any response.

thump.

He heard his last heartbeat.

It wasn't coming from my chest, it was coming from that hole between my eyebrows.

Like a pebble thrown into a deep well, only after a very long time did a dull, hollow echo return from the bottom of the well.

Then, everything stopped.

The wind stopped... the light stopped... my heart stopped beating.

Even the fear stopped...

The finger was still stuck between his eyebrows, but he could no longer feel it.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, but pain needs someone to feel it, and he... is no longer here.

The person named Dongba was erased from this world the instant his finger pierced through his brow.

All that remained was a convulsing body, still awaiting death.

.No.

He's still here.

He was still breathing, still having a heartbeat, still kneeling on the ring, eyes wide, mouth agape, like a fish thrown ashore.

There was no hole between his eyebrows, no blood, and no brain matter.

There was nothing there.

Roy's finger was still touching his forehead, without even breaking the skin.

Tears welled up in Dongba's eyes. He gasped for breath, a series of sobs like a drowning man escaping his throat. Each inhale was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, like a broken bellows.

Roy withdrew his finger.

Dongba lost his balance and lurched forward...

boom!

His forehead slammed heavily against the ring with a loud thud.

Pain surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming the Dongba's senses and awakening his fading consciousness...

"I'm...not dead, am I?"

When the words, tinged with a hint of bewilderment and surprise, came from Dongba's mouth, he also became slightly more lucid.

Instinctively, he reached out and touched his forehead... smooth and soft... intact?!

whole?

No hole?

I didn't die?!

An unexpected fact, the fact that he was still alive, brought Dongba to his senses.

Was that just a hallucination?

Once Dongba regained consciousness, he looked at the figure opposite him with a puzzled expression... that small figure that exuded an indescribable aura of power... Luo Yi.

"What...just...did happen...?"

Glug...!

He unconsciously swallowed, as if he was under immense pressure when he asked the question.

What happened...?

""

Roy's lips twitched, revealing a warm smile. "It's nothing... I just made you die once."

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