Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

At the edge of the ring, a burly man with a scar on his face that ran from his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth looked down at the white-haired boy in front of him.

He deliberately lowered his voice and uttered the sentence as if scaring a child:

"Kid, this is not a place for playing house. You could die if you're not careful."

After saying that, he licked his lips, and the centipede-like scar twisted and turned with the movement of his muscles, looking particularly ferocious.

"A dead person? I know, didn't they sign a waiver of liability?"

The white-haired boy opposite the scarred man smiled, showing no sign of panic.

Under the bright light, the boy's fair face was made to look as delicate and radiant as flawless white jade.

A pair of silver-gray eyes calmly looked at the scarred face, taking in his ferocious features.

"Hmm...this person is a bit ugly."

Looking at the burly man's indescribable appearance, Roy couldn't help but mutter a curse to himself.

This was his third day away from the Augley, and his first battle in the Sky Arena.

After the bearded old man disappeared, they began their own rescue. Fortunately, everything went as Roy had predicted. They found a radio in the captain's cabin and used it to contact the authorities of the Republic of Batokia. They then boarded the official rescue ship of the Republic of Batokia and arrived at the Sky Arena in Tramia.

There was a little incident in the middle. Because so many people died on the Augli and its current state was so tragic, the shipping department of the Republic of Batochia needed to give an explanation to the outside world. However, they were the only survivors on the entire ship, and no one else could be found. So they originally planned to have Roy and the others take the blame.

However, when the computer system was recording the identities of Roy and the other two, the name that popped up made them immediately change their previous plans and escort the three to the Sky Arena.

This indirectly saved Roy a considerable amount of travel expenses.

You should know that he didn't have a single penny on him when he left the Zoldyck family, otherwise he wouldn't have tried to sneak out of the ticket store.

But... I never expected that the name Zoldyck would carry so much weight in the Republic of Padokia.

His gaze drifted back and forth, Roy's thoughts wandering, as if recalling various events involving the Zoldyck family.

But the scarred, burly man opposite him didn't hesitate at all. As soon as the referee blew the starting whistle, he pounced on him like a mountain bear.

It's obvious they're aiming to take down Roy directly.

Thump thump thump...!

With a muffled thud like a drumbeat, Scarface strode across a dozen steps and lunged fiercely at Roy.

In the instant before he was about to strike, his arms suddenly opened wide, like two huge iron doors closing in on Roy.

Roy seemed completely stunned... he stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Seeing such a thrilling scene, the audience couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

In this arena on the first floor, everyone recognized the scarred man.

His nickname is "The Bone Crusher," and his specialty is grappling and strangulation. Anyone who is locked in by him will either have broken bones or be knocked unconscious on the spot. None of them can walk away standing up.

Scarface gave a cruel smile, as if he could already see the scene of Roy's bones shattering in the next second.

He tightened his arms and declared in a chilling tone, "Do you know how many newbies like you I've already ruined?"

"Every scream they let out as I crushed their bones gave me unparalleled pleasure..."

He paused, then tightened his arms again, veins bulging from the back of his hands all the way to his shoulders.

"So... I originally had the strength of a hundred layers, but I stayed here because I wanted to hear your cries of despair more often..."

"And I believe... the feeling you give me is definitely different!"

"After all, a boy like you... this is the first time I've ever... destroyed something like this!"

Click...!

The expected sound of bones breaking did not occur.

"Ugh...you're so noisy."

In the center of the arena, Roy tilted his head, letting the two thick, hairy arms, like those of a long-armed ape, grip his body tightly.

He didn't even struggle; he just tilted his head slightly, as if listening to some annoying background music.

"How is that possible?"

Scarface's arms were bulging with veins, and his face was contorted in a grotesque manner.

He had used all his strength... enough to crush the neck bones of an adult bull.

But... his arms could no longer advance even an inch.

He felt that what was being held between his arms was not a human body, not flesh and blood, but rather a piece of steel, a piece of steel that had been forged and tempered a thousand times.

Despite his relentless efforts, the white-haired boy's seemingly frail body remained completely still.

"How is this possible?" Scarface's voice began to tremble.

"How is that impossible?"

Roy finally raised his head, his silver-gray pupils reflecting the scarred face that had changed from ferocious to terrified.

The right corner of his mouth was slightly upturned... but it wasn't a smile.

Instead, it's an expression that says, "You're done? It's my turn."

The next second...

boom! ! !

A deafening roar erupted, echoing throughout the entire first floor like a thunderclap.

Accompanied by this deafening roar, a figure the size of a small mountain slowly descended from the wall outside the arena.

"You know nothing about true power..."

Roy raised his head slightly, his handsome face tilted at a 45-degree angle, and glanced arrogantly at Scarface, who was already unconscious outside the arena.

"Awooo!!!!"

After a while, a series of loud screams rang out in the hall.

"How is this possible? The Bone Crusher has been defeated?!"

"I was defeated by a teenager!"

"And he didn't even last one move..."

"Where did this kid come from? He's so strong..."

"No... I have to raise the bet... I'm betting on him in the next round..."

"......"

The screams from inside the arena were deafening. Roy dozed off, enjoying the cheers for a moment.

This was something he had never experienced before.

The feeling of being watched, amazed, and adored is like a cup of warm sugar water, sliding down your throat and into your stomach, warm and sweet.

But after enjoying it for a while, he suddenly realized... it was nothing special.

It seems that over the years, he has truly become completely different from his former self.

It's not a difference in status, nor a difference in physical appearance, but a difference in something deeper.

It's like throwing a piece of ore into a furnace, burning away impurities, and quenching out steel...

He didn't know when he started to change. Maybe it was in the Zoldyck family's training grounds, maybe it was in the hold of the Ogley, or maybe it was just now, when he faced an opponent who was trying to crush him, and his heart didn't even race.

The cheers continued, but Roy had already turned around and walked towards the exit, his silver-gray pupils now calm as ever...

Until... he suddenly remembered Fika, and the red-haired boy who was probably waiting for him in the rest area, clutching a bottle of mineral water he had somehow gotten his hands on, a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes.

The more he thought about it, the stronger the emotion became, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a faint smile.

With a smile... he quickened his pace.