Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

A knee strike! A vicious knee strike aimed straight at Roy's heart!

The best defense comes from offense. Yumongard didn't understand this principle, but the hunter's instinct of the Dark Continent made it subconsciously make the most appropriate response.

boom! ! !

With a thunderous roar, Roy's jab struck Yumongard's jaw with an inhuman ferocity, instantly destroying its brain nerves and sending it flying with undiminished force.

But at the same time, Roy was also instinctively struck in the chest with a knee strike from Jumongaard.....

"Wow!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Roy collapsed like a limp shrimp.

He pressed his left hand to his chest and supported himself on the ground with his right hand, struggling to maintain his balance.

Countless black and white things floated in his eyes, making it impossible for him to see clearly, and he felt waves of throbbing pain all over his body.

He... is dying...

Yumengaard's knee pierced through his chest, nearly bursting his heart, but it only gave him a few more seconds to live.

The powerful penetrating injury had already brought his heart to the brink of automatic collapse.

Perhaps in the next second, perhaps in this second, or perhaps in a few seconds, he will surely face that final moment.

Fortunately, Jumongard was also severely damaged and will not recover for a while.

This gave Roy a chance, a chance to be resurrected.

"Fika!!!!

A piercing scream shattered the sky and echoed across the second deck of the Ogley.

The red-haired boy, who was fast asleep, was suddenly awakened like a startled rabbit.

The moment he woke up, he looked in the direction of the familiar voice.

Not far away, a white-haired boy knelt on the ground, his right hand supporting him on the ground and his left hand protecting his chest, with bright red circles spreading around his chest.

There was no need for the explanation from the Kuruta girl beside him, nor for Roy to call out again.

The red-haired boy immediately and instinctively made the most appropriate reaction; he stood up and ran at the fastest speed he had ever been...

He arrived in front of Roy in less than two seconds.

"Boss!"

Fica collapsed next to Roy, his knees hitting the metal plate with a dull thud, but he felt no pain.

His right hand stretched out, hovering above Roy's chest, fingers spread, palm down, and a 24-degree virtual roulette wheel emitted a pale green, spring-like light that enveloped Roy's injured chest.

"Recall... Reshape and revert... Reshape time..."

"Five hours..."

The red-haired boy Fica murmured, and countless green net-like lines seeped out from the virtual roulette wheel, slowly enveloping Roy.

Before long, it enveloped him into a sphere, similar to a cicada pupa before it molts.

Then came the familiar, immense suction force emanating from the pupa, instantly absorbing most of Fica's psychic power...

Boss, you're still as thirsty as ever...

With a wry smile, Fika quickly poured all his remaining Nen energy back into his body, leaving no energy behind, not even enough to heal himself later.

As Fika inputted the thought, he began to feel a tightness and pain in his chest, and even a little dark red appeared.

But he endured it and did his best to channel his last bit of thought into the green cicada pupa in front of him.

Just as Fika's last wisp of spiritual energy disappeared, the pale green pupa suddenly shrank, as if swallowed by a black hole, and completely collapsed and disappeared.

Instead, a figure stood in the morning light.

With white, tousled hair and silver-gray eyes, she possesses a distinctly aloof and cool demeanor.

"Boss?" Fika looked at the familiar figure and called out softly.

Roy's pupils flickered.

Those silver-gray pupils looked over.

"Fica..."

"You saved me again..."

With a slight smile, Roy helped the red-haired boy, who had collapsed from exhaustion, to his feet and let him lean on his shoulder.

The red-haired boy's body was very light, and his breathing was weak, but he was still alive.

He's still alive... but he's badly injured. If he were to experience another, even a light, impact, the red-haired boy's heart would probably stop beating.

After absorbing 60% of the damage from Roy, Fica was like a precious piece of porcelain, unable to withstand the slightest disturbance.

Fortunately, his sacrifice was not in vain...

"You should get some rest..."

"Let me handle this... then we'll..." Roy's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to Fica, or perhaps to himself.

"Let's have a good talk..."

I looked up and gazed at the white scum that was still twisting and struggling in the distance.

Yumongard's body lay supine on the ground, his long white hair hanging down beside his face, his robes soaked in blood, and liquid continuously seeping from the seven orifices of his head...

It... is still alive... Even with its brain nerves destroyed and blood flowing from its seven orifices, it is still alive...

Countless white, twisted threads are pouring out of its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, intertwining, wrapping, and repairing each other.

Although... its repair speed cannot keep up with Fika's Nen ability, it will be restored to the same state in no more than two or three minutes.

But... I won't give you time anymore...

Roy's eyes narrowed. He helped Fica to the side of the Kurta girl, handed her the knife, and casually took the short sword from her hand.

"Could I borrow this..."

Then, to the girl's astonishment, he walked up to the mangled Eumongard and tore it apart.....

Not content with dismembering him, he also used the handle of his knife to crush him piece by piece until there wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on Eumongad's body.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

After catching his breath, Roy glanced at the pile of white residue in front of him, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

When did I become capable of doing something so terrifying?

Is the outside world really that scary?

More than a decade of "education" by Zoldyck has not changed him.

He's only been out for a few days, yet he's already capable of doing such cruel things without a straight face.

"hehe....."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused on "processing" the pile of things in front of him...

He refused to believe it, and even if he crushed it into powder, it would still explode!

And so, from midday until the moon was high in the sky, Roy worked tirelessly on the white residue before him all day long, until he was sure it had been completely reduced to powder before he stopped.

"Ugh, I'm so tired..."

He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, gazed at the bright moon, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey... what's your name?"

Then, Roy turned to look at the Kurta girl.

"Hmm? You're asking me?"

The girl sat upright next to Fica and pointed to herself.

"Otherwise, is there anyone else here besides Fica?"

A blush crept onto the girl's face, and she lowered her head somewhat shyly.

"My name is Serapika..."

"Seraphia?"

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