Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

My fingers moved in and out between my lips and teeth several times, but the needle, deeply embedded in the muscles of my mouth, remained motionless, as if it were permanently attached to the spot.

Ah... Ah...

After struggling for a while and seeing no sign of loosening up, Luo Yi had no choice but to walk up to Wutong with his mouth open.

At this stage, of the three people in this passage, only two have activated Nen. One is Illumi, but he was the one who inserted the Nen needle. If he had wanted to, he would have undoed it just now.

Although I don't know what he was really thinking, given his personality, it was probably something like the kind of family education he received that made people forget things when they were happy, and made them remember things when they were in pain.

It really hurts a little! Luo Yi frowned and stared at Wutong silently.

Looking at the needle in Luo Yi's mouth, Wu Tong expressionlessly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and took out a pair of white gloves from the pocket of his black suit.

"Young Master Roy, please forgive me."

Wutong lightly put on gloves, raised yellow spiritual energy in her hands, and slowly approached.

"The parasol tree..."

A faint voice rang out, carrying a hint of disdain and dissatisfaction.

"If you take one more step, I'll kill you!"

How dare those filthy hands touch Roy! How dare that lowly servant! That's something only I can do!

Kill him! Kill him! I must kill him!

No, that won't do. You can't kill people unless you're on a mission.

But I really want to do it!

I really want to... take action!

Illumi's killing intent began to boil, his expression a half-smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a surge of malice unconsciously overflowed from his body.

Danger! ...Danger! Danger!

Wutong's intuition kept warning him, and in a flash, he instinctively turned his head to the right.

Swish!

A stinging object flew past him with a near-perfect gait, grazing his left cheek, cutting a sliver of skin, and embedding itself in the wall behind him.

"Young Master Illumi...are you going to kill me?"

A few drops of bright red blood slid down Wutong's left cheek. He slowly turned his head and looked over. Veins bulged on his forehead, his hands were clenched tightly, and yellow spiritual energy spread all over his body like a light veil.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand..."

As if he had truly slipped up, Illumi raised his pale palm and looked at it again and again.

"What, you don't believe me?"

The next second, Illumi's cold and murderous gaze stared directly at Wutong, as if to say something.

Come on... let's fight!

Sensing the increasingly restless aura emanating from him, Wutong knew that if his answer was even slightly off, even if it violated family rules, Illumi would definitely take action.

Given the Zoldycks' habit of leaving no survivors, it's likely that only one of them, Illumi or he, will survive. No, it should be said that only Illumi will survive.

Thinking of this, Wutong took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

call.....

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Wutong quickly calmed down.

"Young Master Illumi, please stop now. The Zoldyck family never interferes in matters outside of missions."

"hehe....."

Boring, really boring.

A plucked tiger is indeed just a pet.

No matter how fierce it was in the past, it's now just a watchdog.

After glancing at the now-defunct Wutong, Illumi gave a disheartened, cold laugh.

Ah...we're not going to take it?

Looking at the sycamore tree that calmly took off its gloves and smoothed out the corner of its clothes, Luo Yi's lips twitched slightly.

So, I have to accept the love that Illumi brings me?

This won't do!

Should we try asking him again?

In a flash, Roy turned his head and looked at Illumi's face, which was cold yet tinged with a morbid desire.

No, that won't work!

Illumi's lips moved silently, and Roy, who knew a little about lip reading, understood what he meant.

As expected, I still don't like Zoldyck.

Roy covered his forehead in exasperation.

A group of mentally ill people.

Destroy them all!

A period of... liberation!

Click.....

Roy's right index finger snapped off with a crack; he broke it himself.

The human body is a sophisticated instrument, with nerves and blood vessels weaving consciousness, and bones and flesh filling the substance.

Under the control of consciousness, the dynamic network composed of 639 muscles and 206 bones is capable of lifting objects ten times its own weight.

But afterwards... even the internal organs will shatter and disintegrate under extreme pressure...

To avoid this situation, the brain sets up layers of "restrictions" on the body... pain warnings, strength inhibition, metabolic brakes.

Therefore, ordinary people can't even pry open 10% of this cage in their entire lives.

Those who regularly work out and train, constantly tearing and rebuilding muscle fibers, may increase their ability to lift up to 20% more weight, but that is the limit.

However... the Zoldyck assassins had already quietly crossed the 25% threshold.

That extra 5% is not a quantitative increase, but a qualitative leap...

25% to 10%, that's only 2.5 times.

But this 2.5 times means:

The punch you throw is too heavy for an ordinary person to catch, and the damage you suffer is enough to make an ordinary person faint three times... Your strength is more than twice that of an ordinary person!

If you fall from a 100-meter cliff, you can adjust your posture in mid-air, using the arches of your feet, the bends of your knees, and your back to form a seven-level cushioning effect, leaving only dust behind when you land...

In this world where the physical body is no longer limited, every five percent difference represents another dimension.

As for anything above 25%, that's an abyss! A forbidden zone that humanity cannot fathom!

But...Loy...

They were born with the talent to open that door!

Behind that door.

Physical liberation 25%... He's a killer! He's an assassin!

30%... They're monsters! They're outcasts!

And 35%... is Roy Zoldyck!!!

Fingertips leave the palm.

Pain surged like a tide, my eyes began to turn bloodshot, and a metallic taste seeped from my gums.

Roy raised his hand, glanced at his left pinky finger dangling to the side, and suddenly clenched it!

Hehe.....

The finger bones were rubbing together, the muscles were tearing, and power was building up.

Pain followed, omnipresent, and everywhere aches, until the whole body emitted discordant cries.

Hmm... five seconds, no, three seconds, if it's even one second longer, I probably won't be able to hold on.

A glint flashed in Roy's eyes as he made a rough assessment of himself.

I know I only have three seconds at most.

After that... his body will begin to break down.

First the capillaries, then the veins, muscles, then the internal organs, and finally the blood ruptures and the person dies.

That's enough...

Snap your fingers! Stomp your feet!

He completed both actions in a tenth of a second.

A thumb-sized air cannon shot out from his hand, aimed directly at Ilmi's face, followed by his figure moving with lightning speed.

His movements were too fast and too hasty for Illumi to mount an effective defense; he only had a thought of time.

Without hesitation, he made the most appropriate response at that moment.

read!

With a thought in mind, white spiritual energy instantly covered his entire body. Liu and Jian were too late; he could only release his spiritual energy to the maximum extent.

The next second... *buzz*...

The air cannons bombarded the surface of the psychic barrier, creating high-speed friction and generating low-frequency vibrations.

....Bang!

Then, before Illumi could feel any relief, an overwhelming force came from his side.

It's Roy!

In less than a second, he covered dozens of steps and kicked him.

The force was both rapid and fierce; the barrier formed by the energy collapsed upon contact, penetrating the skin and reaching deep into the bones effortlessly.

Then... he flew away.

One second.....

Luo Yi paused the countdown in his mind, restrained his body which was about to be completely unleashed, and slowly exhaled a long breath.

Then he calmed himself down, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to regulate his breathing.

The release lasted less than a second, and he could already feel some of the capillaries inside his body rupturing.

As for Illumi, who was kicked away, he didn't care.

Although he didn't hold back when he kicked, his spiritual energy had already neutralized 80% of the force.