Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Sa!

Under the cover of night, a long whip, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, pierced through the void like a spear and suddenly appeared before Roy's eyes.

How could that be?

How did it discover it?

As if in a convulsion, Roy tilted his head slightly to the side, and the whip pierced a few strands of his hair, which landed behind him with a crackling sound.

Without bothering to figure out how he was discovered, he quickly shifted to the left, his toes pointing towards the ground like eagle claws, then bent over, forming an inverted U shape with his hands and feet together.

Snapped!

A sharp, explosive sound struck the sky.

The dark red whip swirled and swept across 180 degrees, just barely passing over the spot where Roy had been standing.

If he had been even a fraction slower, he would have been met with a whip-like blow capable of shattering mountains and breaking rocks.

That was close...

Wiping away non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, Luo Yi glanced with lingering fear at the pair of empty, grayish-white wooden eyes not far away, knowing that he had been completely discovered.

As for how he was discovered, he doesn't know yet, nor does he have time to find out.

Because the red-haired Jumongard had already charged forward, radiating a dark red light.

Dark red...light?

Roy's pupils contracted slightly as a thought surfaced in his mind.

That wouldn't be reading aloud, would it?

In a daze, this conjecture popped into his head.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Roy instinctively began to back away, retreating at the fastest speed he had ever ever seen.

But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't keep up with Jumongaard's advance.

In less than a second, he was caught up by Yumongard...

Hiss... Boom!

With a hissing sound, a black tongue-like shadow shot out like a pile driver, less than half a foot away from Roy, swift and fierce!

The distance was so short that it made it impossible for him to dodge effectively.

Just as the tongue was about to pierce his brow, in a flash, Roy's right hand formed a palm and struck out with a touch of tragic grandeur.

Sizzle...

A sound like tearing silk rang out as his right hand was pierced without any obstruction, and the black tongue shadow continued its relentless thrust towards his brow.

But just a millimeter away from Roy's brow, the swift tongue stopped as if a pause button had been pressed, unable to penetrate even an inch.

"It hurts... you piece of trash!"

With a furious shout, Roy, despite the excruciating pain of his hand being pierced, slammed his right hand together.

A sensation like that of a python came from my fingertips... I almost couldn't hold on for a moment.

Fortunately, he concentrated all his strength into one point, channeling it into the back of his hand, and finally managed to control it.

Otherwise, a head-shaped blood gourd might appear on the spot.

call!

Before he could relax, a fist glowing red was already slamming towards him, carrying an explosive force aimed at his neck, incredibly fierce.

If this attack lands, Roy's fate will be certain: a broken neck and death, with no chance of survival.

He was well aware of this fact, so he once again made a move that resembled self-harm. He threw out his only left fist without any protection, colliding with the fist that shone with a dark red light.

Click.....

His left fist was shattered by the blow and could not be raised again.

Fortunately, through this brutal method, Roy managed to dodge both of Jumongart's deadly attacks.

But the price... is not cheap either.

As Roy hastily retreated in the nick of time, he glanced at his nearly crippled hands and couldn't help but sigh silently.

"Roy!!!"

"Be careful!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out, startling him and making him freeze in his tracks. A bad premonition rose in his heart.

Immediately afterwards...

puff!......

A warm, salty, and cool sensation came from my chest.

Roy subconsciously looked down and saw a pale, slender hand emerging from his right chest.

"When...?"

Muttering something to himself, Roy collapsed with a thud, countless drops of blood flowing from his chest, staining the deck with large red stains.

Meanwhile, Jumongard, who had pierced Roy's chest, withdrew his arm expressionlessly and headed towards Bolt without pausing for a moment.

It will plunder and kill all the food.

Especially the person who caused it the most pain.

With a dull, gray gaze fixed on Bolt in the distance, a flash of anger crossed Yumongaard's eyes as he locked onto his target.

The blow that had nearly melted them completely left it trembling and in agony all over; it had to devour the man before it.

Eat it raw!

It's not for energy or growth, but rather to better align with the laws of nature—chewing and swallowing bite by bite...

Even if this way of eating doesn't provide any effective nutrition for growth.

hiss.....

With its lips parted, revealing rows of sharp white teeth, Yumongad roared and lunged forward.

The black-haired, black-eyed man was still leaning against the cabin wall, his right hand hanging down, his five fingers curled unnaturally.

He gripped the cabin wall with his left hand and limped toward the side, his face as white as paper and his lips devoid of color.

He knew his death was imminent.

"Sigh...it's better this way..."

A moment later, looking at the gaping maw, Bolt gave up struggling; he really couldn't struggle any longer.

My right hand is useless, my mental energy is almost exhausted, my physical strength is depleted, and it's difficult for me to even stand up.

Click! .....

With a sharp crack, Bolt's head broke off from his upper body.

A jet of blood gushed out, staining Yumongard's pale body crimson.

But amidst this red, it suddenly felt a slight stinging sensation.

Unconsciously glancing down, he saw that in the crack in his left chest, a light blue needle made of spiritual energy had pierced his newly repaired heart, creating a gash the size of a chopstick.

This was Bolt's final act of defiance before he died, as Yumungaard bit off his head... It wasn't about escaping, but about doing everything in his power to hurt Yumungaard one last time.

"hehe....."

The red-haired Yumengaard spat out Bolt's head, smiled contemptuously, and shoved his headless half-body in front of him, letting it fall away like a rag doll.

For an immortal being, this damage is insignificant; it only delays it for a few minutes.

It just didn't realize that it seemed to be becoming more human-like.

In those few short minutes, it had already shown emotions such as irritability, anger, and contempt.

With a light laugh, Yumengaard made its first move that wasn't hunting; it kicked Bolt's head, which had fallen not far away, with its right foot, sending it tumbling several times like a gourd.

It rolled up to Roy, who was lying in a pool of blood.

At this moment, Roy had not completely lost his will, and his hazy eyes saw Bolt's appearance before his death.

His face was withered and pale, as if he had no oxygen, no warmth, and no life.

The once bright and clear pupils have also dilated, the light black color fading from the iris to reveal a grayish-white, empty eyeball devoid of anything.