Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

hiss......!

After a deep breath, Saen's emotions and life energy were completely drained by Yumongard.

"It tastes good... Despair, pain, and the will to survive... these are all 'seasonings' that I like."

"For this, I must especially thank you..."

At this point, Yumengaard glanced back at Lloyd, his eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny and observation...

"Without your encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy this wonderful experience..."

"food!"

As Yumengad spoke, he slowly approached Roy, stopping only when he was about to collide with him.

"As a reward, I will allow you... to die in a less hopeless situation..."

What do you think?

hiss.....!

Yumongad suddenly stuck out his tongue, which resembled a snake's forked tongue, and licked Roy's neck.

A salty, foul-smelling sensation came from his neck, and Roy took a step back, his eyes showing disgust and his face turning ugly.

"You're disgusting..."

"Nausea?!"

A piercing, shrill tone emanated from Yumungard's mouth, accompanied by a rising, fierce aura and a white membrane.

Is that recitation? Such a mature recitation?

That's way past the beginner level.

Looking at the thin, constantly shifting and shimmering white film covering Yumongard's body, Roy's pupils involuntarily dilated slightly.

This thought is now thicker, denser, and more stable than it was yesterday.

It is growing, evolving, and transforming itself into an even more powerful ferocious creature.

Is this the legacy of the Dark Continent?

Immortal and indestructible! Infinite evolution!?

"Food should be prepared as it is, not something I should be forced to taste...an imperfect, half-finished product..."

"Do you understand...?"

Yumongard's pupils shrank to pinpoints, the pale gold at the edge of his iris faded away, leaving only a blank white vertical pupil staring at Roy.

It was a gaze of pure predation...

Looking into those eyes, Roy's face remained expressionless, as indifferent and calm as ever.

It was as if there was nothing in front of him.

But upon closer inspection, one can see a barely perceptible hint of excitement deep in his eyes, like a spark hitting dry tinder.

It wasn't fear, nor tension, but rather the primal, uncontrollable tremor that surges from the depths of a hunter's genes when encountering real prey.

It's the hunter's...instinct!

"hehe....."

Driven by this feeling, Roy couldn't help but chuckle.

With his right hand thrusting out from his waist, fist forward and leg backward, Roy took the initiative to assume an attack stance.

Then he began to deliberately indulge his fleeting desire, letting it slowly emerge from the depths of his almost primal body—a proud, almost arrogant instinct—and gradually release it.

It's not about suppressing it, it's about releasing it.

Like drawing a sword from its sheath, like spring water gushing from a well, like something... heavier than power, awakening within him...

Then... Roy's pupils changed.

The silver-gray faded, and dark red spread, rings of dark red spreading and blurring around his pupils until his eyes turned completely dark red.

At the same time, the ancient power within his body, derived from his ancestors and from the Dark Continent, began to surge.

In his eyes, in his muscles...

In those smooth, intact cell fibers that Fica had reshaped.

They began to re-weave beneath his skin... not growth, but memory; his latissimus dorsi muscles began to tighten, his trapezius muscles bulged, and his deltoid muscles began to swell... every muscle fiber in his body was rapidly thickening and hardening, turning into steel cables that stretched from his bones like a fully drawn bowstring.

"The second stage of physical liberation... forty percent." Roy's voice was very low, so low that it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

Click!

His left little finger was broken; the bone split in the middle, and the broken bone fragments pierced his skin, revealing a grayish-white, blood-streaked cut.

The pain shot up from my fingertips, like a red-hot wire piercing through the broken bone and back out, burning all the way to the gap in my elbow joint.

But Roy remained silent.

He simply suppressed the stinging pain deep within his dantian, deep within his genes.

Then... an immense force began to emerge in his body.

In the distance, Yumongaard's pupils contracted slightly.

Those pale golden vertical pupils reflected Roy's pale...veined face covered in cold sweat, his eyes that had turned from silver-gray to dark red, and his left hand that was still dripping blood.

The faint smile at the corner of its mouth finally disappeared, replaced by a serious expression...

Like a hunter facing prey that might bite him, he finally put away his smile and gripped his knife tightly.

"You..." Yumongaard's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"...Have you been hiding your true strength all along?"

Roy didn't answer; he simply raised his dark red eyes and looked over...

Instantly, a sense of oppression belonging to the ancient wilderness enveloped Yumengard, as heavy as a mountain or a sea.

At this moment...

Roy moved... not walking, not running, not sprinting, but disappearing.

His body first became a blurry afterimage in Yumongard's vision, and then that afterimage disappeared, like a drop of water falling into the sea, he merged into the air...

This is no longer just a matter of speed; it's more like an erasure of one's presence.

The Zoldyck family's Dark Step... under Roy's second-stage physical unlocking state, it was no longer just about "eliminating sound and breath," but rather exhibited an effect almost like Nen.

Subconsciously, Yumongard turned its head from left to right and from right to left, searching for the white-haired boy's figure, but no matter how many times it looked back, it still found nothing, as if Roy had never existed here in the first place.

No figure could be seen in the pale gold vertical pupils, no breathing could be heard, and there was no smell at the tip of the nose.

Royche vanished completely from its perception in a way it couldn't comprehend.

Upon realizing this, for the first time, tension appeared in Yumongard's pale golden vertical pupils...

And then....

Roy's attack came.

Not from behind, not from the side, but from below.

His fist slammed upwards towards Yumongard's jaw...the most vulnerable spot in the human body.

With immense power and speed.

Unfortunately... Yumongard is not human. In a fraction of a second, it had already judged Roy's attack by the force of the punch, but while its mind could react, its body could not.

Fortunately... it doesn't care...

Its immortal body has long allowed it to ignore most attacks that seem fatal but cause it little harm.

Under Roy's attack, it only made one move...