Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Hisoka..."

Muttering two words, Roy went to the signboard. By reading Hisoka and Fica's lip movements, he roughly understood what had just happened.

This bet, which seemed to be extremely advantageous to Fica, was actually a test from Hisoka.

A test to see if Fica is "qualified" to deliver a thrilling life-or-death duel in the future.

If Fica performs poorly, or is not "qualified" enough...

His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the sorrow in Roy's eyes deepened.

He knew this test was a gamble with Fika's life; one wrong move and that thin playing card would precisely slice across Fika's throat, leaving him with a thin, dark red, but potentially fatal wound.

But there's one thing Hisoka doesn't know about this test.

Fica... has long since rotted away.

On the Ogley, the red-haired boy was forcibly awakened by Bolt in an almost brute manner.

He did not cultivate himself gradually, nor did he awaken naturally; instead, he acted recklessly, almost self-destructively.

He made Bolt pour Nen into his body like water, opening up his pores, and then, with an almost harsh oath and conditions, forcibly fixed his Nen ability by overdrawing all his future potential. He was like a fruit that had been artificially ripened, appearing red and full on the outside, but... hollow inside...

A rotten fruit, a dead seed destined never to grow...

It's meaningless to Hisoka.

Once he understands this, the outcome of the battle will be self-evident.

He wouldn't be interested in a rotten fruit, and wouldn't continue to fertilize, water, and wait for it to ripen.

He only knows how to do one thing...

Pick it off the branch! Crush it! Throw it away...

So... Fika... please don't use Nen in this battle...

Otherwise... the moment you use Nen will be the moment of your death.

Hisoka will see through the true nature of your Nen ability... the kind of Nen ability that is obtained by overdrawing your potential and future, and then it's like a firework that shines brightly for a moment and then disappears.

He will be disappointed, disgusted, and will involuntarily end your life with a playing card, just like ending a boring game...

Roy's lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes revealed a look of tension and worry.

Nervous and worried, he slowly stepped down to the bottom of the ring...

He had already made a silent decision in his heart: he would step in and stop the fight when Fica was in its most critical moment.....

No matter how dangerous Hisoka is, or whether he might be killed along with him...

These were no longer within his consideration; he only wanted to do his best... even if it meant risking his life.

Hisoka hates nothing more than anyone disrupting his battles.

Roy knew this better than anyone else... You see, Hisoka had to kill the original Phantom Troupe member #4, then join the Phantom Troupe and infiltrate for four years, then help Kurapika seal Chrollo in Yorknew City, and finally go to Greed Island to find the exorcist Abengane, using the exorcism as leverage to create the environment for a one-on-one battle with Chrollo.

He is a freak who has an extreme obsession with the battles he approves of.

As for interfering in his battle... no, Fica and he can't even be called fighting, it's more like a farmer fertilizing his seeds.

Regardless of the type, if he gets involved... he will be facing Hisoka, whose interest has been interrupted, whose killing intent has been aroused, and who is full of malice.

Now, facing Hisoka like this, he has absolutely no chance of... escaping!

This is the extreme pressure Hisoka Moro brings to Roy, a pressure different from that brought by Illumi.

However, in reality, the results are no different.

But Roy didn't back down; his feet were planted firmly on the floor at the edge of the ring, like a steel stake driven into the ground.

Standing next to Roy, Serapika didn't know what had happened, but from Roy's very serious expression and wary posture, she could roughly sense what the situation was like.

So she didn't say anything or disturb Roy; she simply drew the dagger from her waist quietly...

In her own way, she erected a silent defensive line behind Roy and Fica.

It's not a shield, not a city wall... it's a blade.

It's the kind of blade that will silently unsheathe itself when you need it, shielding you from all dangers coming from behind.

She wasn't good with words or at offering comfort, but she would draw her knife and stare into every direction that might threaten them with her brown eyes.

That's Serapika's way.

On the arena.

Fica stomped his right foot on the ground... not lightly, but smashed it.

His heel slammed onto the floor with a dull thud.

A violent force surged into his legs and his waist.

Using the powerful ground reaction force, Fica shot out like an arrow.

He leaped across the distance of several dozen steps in one bound.

His fists rained down like a dense rain, their shadows weaving a tight net in the air, aimed directly at Hisoka's face.

The fist carried the wind, unleashing a speed and power from the body stimulated by the Nen, completely different from before.

Every punch he throws now is enough to shatter bricks and stones, and every punch is enough to knock an ordinary person unconscious on the spot.

His body, stimulated by the thought, unleashed a speed and power completely different from before.

But... before Fica's fist even touched Hisoka, Hisoka's right foot had already been raised.

It wasn't a kick... it was a flick.

With the instep straight and toes pointing forward, the movement is like a spring that has been compressed to its limit suddenly being released from below.

Then... bang!

The toe kicked Fica in the abdomen, the force exploding instantly like a bomb exploding inside his stomach...

puff!

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Fica flew away like a kite with a broken string.

The faster he came, the farther he fell.

boom!

Fica lost all control of his body and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hmm? Is your personality straightforward?"

Hisoka lowered his right foot, which had just kicked Fika away, and placed his bare feet on the floor, touching his chin.

Fika's pale face, pale with pain, was reflected in his long, narrow golden pupils, and the half-smile on his lips deepened.

"It seems you won't last long in this game."

"Cough cough... cough cough."

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Fica braced himself with his right hand and slowly rose to his feet. Thin streams of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the floor and leaving bloodstains.

Hisoka's kick shattered his skin, tore his stomach lining, and forced stomach acid and blood up his esophagus.

But he... swallowed it.

It wasn't because he wanted to swallow... it was because he didn't want to spit it out in front of Hisoka.

Roy stood below the stage, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists...