Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 136 Reflection...The Blade of Judgment

Roy smiled and slowly stood up, meeting the gaze of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

At 1.87 meters tall, he was almost a head taller than most men.

"accidental?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses smiled contemptuously, his cold eyes fixed on Roy as he said, "I've never believed in coincidences."

"However... it doesn't matter. Whatever your purpose, as long as it doesn't harm the Ten Elders' interests, letting you join the Yin Beasts isn't out of the question. But do you even have the qualifications?"

As soon as the man with the gold-rimmed glasses finished speaking, a heavy pressure of spiritual energy poured out from him.

It's not an attack, it's a test, like a hand reaching out from the darkness, grabbing your throat, to see if you panic, if you back down, if you kneel down.

Roy did not react.

His feet were planted firmly on the floor, his knees were straight, his back was upright, and not even his shoulders swayed.

His 1.87-meter frame remained completely still under the pressure of the mind, like a steel stake driven into the ground.

He let that pressure wash over him, like water flowing over a stone. The stone couldn't stop the water, but it couldn't wash the stone away either.

Even his silver-gray pupils revealed a hint of relaxation and contentment.

"You can increase the pressure a bit more."

Roy's voice came through the mental pressure and reached the ears of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Heh...it seems you're a Nen user too..."

"However, there are vast differences between Nen users..."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses smiled contemptuously, and the pressure of his mental energy on Luo Yi suddenly intensified.

It's not adding it little by little, it's doubling it.

It was as if someone was stacking iron ingots on Roy's shoulders, the first one, the second one, the third one... An ordinary person would have knelt down long ago, and an ordinary Nen user would have retreated long ago.

But Roy remained standing there.

He touched the ends of his hair with his right hand, and iron-gray Nen energy seeped out from his body, covering it.

Like a thin sheet of rice paper, it adheres to the skin, neither retaliating nor resisting, it simply remains there.

"You can make it a little bigger."

After a minute of standoff between the two, Roy broke the silence by speaking first.

"call..

'

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't speak. He exhaled a long breath, withdrew his mental pressure, and looked at Luo Yi again.

This time... his expression changed slightly; the contempt on his face was gone, replaced by a hint of seriousness.

"Who exactly are you?"

After looking him over for a few moments, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses asked another question.

"Who? It doesn't matter who it is, right? Didn't you say it didn't matter as long as it didn't harm the Ten Elders?"

Roy tilted his head, asking in a somewhat puzzled tone.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses remained silent for a moment.

His small eyes narrowed behind his glasses, and the scrutiny in his gaze was gone, replaced by a subtle... like the subtle look of someone who has been standing on the edge of a cliff for a long time and finally decides to jump.

With a change in his gaze, he raised his right hand from his side, his ten fingers spread open, and thick, black spiritual energy seeped from his fingertips.

This isn't a test... it's a killing blow!

"I take back what I just said."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"You are a threat!"

Roy's pupils contracted slightly.

He was a little surprised; he hadn't expected this person to be so direct.

One second they're saying "it doesn't matter," and the next they're completely different.

This isn't the style of a hunter; it's the style of a gangster—unpredictable and without principles.

Forehead?

No, he seems to be a gangster.

Having taken in the movements of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, Roy made no unnecessary moves. In his all-out battle with Hisoka, he had long since grown to the point where he could disregard Nen users of that level.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pushed his right hand forward.

Black Nen exploded from his fingertips, and more than a dozen thin black Nen threads shot out from his fingertips, arcing and converging simultaneously from the top of Roy's head, feet, left side, and right side, like a net being cast out.

Roy stood still without making any major movements. He only twitched slightly just as the Nen threads were about to touch his skin—a small but perfectly timed movement.

The first thought thread swept across his left shoulder, the second slid under his right rib, the third flew over his head, and the fourth and fifth swept across his sides simultaneously.

The five thought threads... all failed.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

His gaze became even more dangerous.

It seems I have no choice but to go all out...

He reached up to adjust his glasses, his fingers pausing on the frame, and murmured, "Blade of Severance... Gather!"

Buzz...

Black Nen energy continued to seep from his fingertips, gathering, compressing, and shaping between his index and middle fingers, like molten iron being poured into a mold, or glass being blown into shape.

A moment later, silvery-white light emanated from the black energy, growing brighter and more dazzling until two semi-transparent scissors, each about thirty centimeters long, materialized on the index and middle fingers of his hands.

The blades of the scissors are silver-white with serrated edges, gleaming with a cool white light under the lamp.

The two blades interlock slightly, like a metal crocodile waiting for its prey.

"Hmm? Conjuration type?"

A glint flashed in Roy's eyes; he had already seen the man's Nen device through Ning.

"That's right, I'm a Conjuration type, this is my Nen ability... Blade of Judgment."

Holding the materialized scissors in front of him, the man with gold-rimmed glasses grasped the scissors with both hands, creating two intersecting silver streaks in the air.

scoff!

The silver light did not dissipate in the air; instead, it flew towards Roy at an extremely fast speed.

These two slashes, each carrying extreme sharpness, sizzled as they cut through the air at high speed.

It's clearly an incredibly sharp blade, capable of cutting even the air. If it were to land on Roy...

Well then... he'll probably be cut into four pieces...

I don't want to die such a miserable death.

hum!

Roy's pupils contracted slightly as he watched the rapidly approaching, intersecting slashes. He calmly raised his hands, crossing them in front of him.

"Firm..."

'

Iron-gray Nen exploded from his palm, spreading like water mist around his arms, and then in an instant... all the water mist converged towards the center of his fist.

Instantly, a steel shield cast by Nen energy formed on the surface of Roy's fist, its surface gleaming with a silvery-gray metallic sheen.

"laugh.

'

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The silver-white cross-shaped slash struck the fist, not with a loud bang, but with a long, drawn-out hissing sound...

It's like a blade striking a steel plate; there's only friction, no sharpness.

However, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses' slashes did not begin to crumble after hitting the steel plate; instead, they continued to advance.

Under this force, Roy's steel blade began to dent, deform, and tear beneath its edge.

A silvery-white light began to seep through his fingers, cutting his fingertips.

Immediately, a dull pain, like saw teeth pulling back and forth, began to shoot from his fingertips.

The edge of the silver-white blade was not flat, but serrated. When it cut through his Nen, it didn't slide past him like a crocodile, but rather moved nimbly towards his fingers like a crocodile.

"Alive? His Nen blade is alive?"

Hey!

Roy took a half step back.

He swung his fists out with tremendous force.

boom!

With a gust of wind and surging energy, a pair of fists clad in silver-gray gauntlets slammed into the silver-white cross-shaped light blade.

The fist and the light blade clashed for less than a second before the latter shattered like snowflakes, disintegrating into countless fragments scattered in all directions.

Some of the scattered light blades that Roy couldn't dodge in time struck his chest, leaving small scratches on his clothes that stretched from his collar to his waist, but they didn't cut his skin.

Upon seeing this, the corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly.

How is that possible?

Did he block the Nen attack with his strength?

His hands unconsciously tightened around the scissors, his small eyes staring blankly at Roy, at the uncut scar on his chest, and at his still smoking, iron-gray Nen aura.

"Your... firmness is a little different from others."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses had a somewhat hoarse and husky voice, like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate.

"No matter how strong other people are, they can't withstand Nen abilities, but yours... seems very different."

At this point, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses paused, then crossed his hands in front of him with the scissors, the blades striking each other with a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

In that instant, Roy's body instinctively veered to the left.

hum!

An invisible shockwave swept past his right shoulder.

Hiss...

His clothes were ripped open, from the shoulder seam all the way to the cuff, revealing the pale skin underneath.

A thin red line appeared on the skin at a visible speed, and blood beads seeped out from the red line, flashing a dark red light under the lamp.

"Um?"

Looking down, Roy calmly glanced at the wound, then looked up at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"What kind of Nen ability is that? You can even create Emission-type attacks with materialized scissors?"

The man with the wire-rimmed glasses did not answer.

He held the scissors in his hands in front of him, the blades intersecting, and the silvery light re-condensed on the edges of the serrations, like two breathing metal beasts.

The small eyes stared intently at Roy behind the lenses, the pupils no longer filled with disdain, but with calculation, like a machine running at high speed, measuring Roy's speed, strength, reaction, and Nen strength.

"My scissors are not just a physical manifestation."

After observing for a few seconds, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses began to speak softly, so softly that it sounded like he was talking to the two pairs of scissors.

"It can cut through spiritual energy, and it can also cut through the air."

As he spoke, he slashed the air with the scissors in his right hand, and an invisible slash passed through the air without a sound.

Hey!

Roy's body tilted slightly to the right, just enough for the invisible slash to pass by his waist.

laugh!

His clothes were ripped open again, but...

This time he didn't injure his skin.

Roy couldn't see the invisible slash, but he could feel it.

The Zoldyck family's instincts kicked in; his body was already giving him a warning before the attack was even launched.

"Your strike was dangerous and very sharp..."

"but.

'

Bang!

With a powerful push off the ground with his right foot, Roy's body shot out from his spot in a zigzag pattern, not in a straight line.

Left, right, left—every step was in the blind spot of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, every step brought him closer to his body.

"But...it's too slow..."

'

As soon as the last syllable of "了" was uttered, Luo Yi rushed in front of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

then....

boom!

His right fist shot out from his waist, aimed straight at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses' chest.

Iron-gray Nen energy condensed on the surface of his fist into a dazzling ball of light the size of a fist.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses had no time to react and could only hurriedly hold the scissors in his right hand across his chest, with the two blades open, aiming at Roy's fist.

It's not blocking, it's cutting...

He was prepared to cut off Roy's right hand the instant Roy's fist struck him.

Click...!

The two blades of the scissors snapped shut just as Roy's fist was about to strike his chest.

The iron-gray Nen was cut open between the two blades of the scissors, splitting from the fist all the way to the wrist. Iron-gray light gushed out from the crack, like air from a punctured balloon, and quickly dissipated in the air.

But the punches didn't stop.

There was another layer of Nen on Roy's fist, not a thick mass, but a thin layer, a layer of Nen that adhered to his skin like rice paper.

The blade of the scissors cut through the outer layer, but was slid away by the inner layer.

With a "thud!", the fist slammed into the chest of the man with gold-rimmed glasses. The fist sank in, and the Nen covering the man's chest began to cave in, deform, and collapse under Roy's fist, like a wall hit by a hammer, with cracks spreading outward from the point of impact.

boom!

The moment he was hit, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses leaned backward violently. He didn't fly out, but he was bent over by the impact.

His spine was like a bent bamboo, his upper body leaned backward, his feet were still on the ground, but his heels were off the ground.

The moment he lost his balance, his hands, holding scissors, changed direction, from being held horizontally in front of his chest to hanging down at his sides, blades facing down, silvery light gleaming on the edges of the serrations, like two wild beasts preparing to pounce.

hum!

Before he could retaliate, Roy's left hand swiftly sliced ​​through the air, following up from below.

Not a punch, but a claw...

click!

He spread his five fingers and gripped the right wrist of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Iron-gray Nen began to seep into the skin from the fingertips, like nails driven into a wooden board, fixing the man's hand in place and preventing him from raising his scissors.

But... he still has a left hand.

Sa!

With a swift movement, the scissors in his left hand swung up from below, the blade aimed at Roy's ribs.

Hey!

Roy released his grip and stepped back, completing both actions simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, just as he was about to step back, the blade of the gold-rimmed glasses man's scissors grazed his clothes, leaving a shallow white mark on his side. It didn't cut his skin, but the icy sensation seeped into his muscles, making his entire left leg go numb for a moment.

"You reacted very quickly."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses, glanced at Luo Yi who was not far away, and said something indifferently.

"Yeah?"

Roy raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "But I feel like your reaction isn't fast enough."

"What did you say?"

Hearing Roy's slightly teasing words, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses asked a question with some doubt.

"Touch your neck and see..."

Roy's indifferent gaze shifted slightly downwards, glancing at the neck of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

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