Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Think of...love that can stretch and contract freely."

With a soft murmur, Hisoka gently waved his remaining left hand and flicked his wrist.

Five slender fingers drew a semi-transparent, almost invisible arc in the air.

The arc wasn't airflow or mental pressure, but something thicker and more flexible, like glue being stretched into threads, extending from his fingertips and wrapping around the severed arm that was falling in mid-air.

The severed arm in mid-air was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, abruptly halted in mid-air... and then flew back to Hisoka along a straight trajectory.

despair!.....

Hisoka lightly touched the ground with his toes, his bare feet taking off, and he sprang into the air, grabbing the severed arm.

"Well done..."

As he landed with the severed arm in his mouth, Hisoka's voice was muffled, but his tone carried a lazy, casual quality, almost like a compliment.

Then he raised his left hand, took the severed arm from his mouth, aligned it with the severed part of his right shoulder, and gently pressed it...

The broken ends and the severed arm were like two pieces of cut clay, which were then glued back together, with the edges automatically merging without leaving any scars.

The whole process took less than a second, and it was as clean as magic... No, he was a magician.

A magician who brings both wonder and death.....

"We concede defeat..."

Ignoring Hisoka's praise, Roy raised his right arm and made a declaration to the referees below the stage.

Below the ring, the referee, who was stunned by the sudden turn of events, immediately snapped back to his senses upon hearing Roy's shout.

In the instant he came to his senses, he roughly understood the situation.

"Oh... okay..."

After responding swiftly, the referee stepped onto the ring, raised his right hand high, swung it down sharply, and shouted:

"Arena D-36!"

"The winner! Number 567!"

As soon as the referee swung the gavel, the previously silent arena erupted into screams.

They were also shocked by the sudden flight, and only recovered after hearing the referee's announcement.

"Aww!!!"

"That's amazing!"

"I haven't seen such a great player in a long time."

"And what was that just now... magic trick?"

"A severed arm can be reattached."

"That's incredible..."

"......"

The stadium was filled with deafening roars and noise.

Hearing the noise around him, Hisoka's initial high spirits, stirred up by Roy, began to cool down.

"Ugh...it's so noisy..."

Hisoka scratched his ear with his right pinky finger, straightening his hunched figure once more.

"That's all for today..."

"But... I'll remember you, Little Apple..."

"Looking forward to seeing you again..."

Hisoka licked his lips, gave Roy a deep look, and turned to walk towards the passage.

As he passed Serapika, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly for a moment...

Those long, narrow, golden eyes swept over at an angle, like a snake casually glancing at its prey.

"...That's really nice..."

As Hisoka's soft murmur reached her ears, Serapika couldn't help but shiver.

The sound was very soft, almost swallowed up by the surrounding noise, yet it was like a cold needle, precisely piercing the back of the neck.

She stood frozen in place until the slender figure completely disappeared into the shadows of the passage before slowly exhaling.

She clearly felt it in that instant.

Hisoka's gaze wasn't just "looking" at them, but rather as if he were weighing something... cutting open the skin, tracing along the bones, measuring the contents inch by inch.

The feeling of being seen through made her fingertips slightly cold.

"Seraphia?"

Roy's voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of doubt.

"fine."

She lowered her eyelashes, suppressing the chill she felt in that instant.

"Let's go."

But as she turned around, she didn't notice... two faint lights appeared in the darkness deep within the passage.

Hisoka leaned against the wall, a clown-like smile silently blooming in the shadows.

His little finger was still hooked on the Joker card, and with a slight flick of his fingertip, the card was face up.

It's the Ace of Hearts.

"How interesting... these little fruits..."

The murmur faded into the air, like some kind of premonition.

It'll be even more fun when we meet next time.

As Roy watched Hisoka's figure gradually disappear, his spirits, which had been lifted, immediately dissipated, and the aftereffects of his overreacting act became apparent.

He felt pain all over his body, not from sharp stabs, but as if someone had taken every bone out, sanded it, and then haphazardly stuffed it back in place. Deep within his muscles, there were fine tremors, as if countless needles were piercing between the fibers; his joints felt like they were filled with lead, both sore and swollen, and every breath caused his ribs to protest silently.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, his vision began to blur, and a dark red halo appeared at the edges.

Roy subconsciously clenched his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but no sound came out.

Cold sweat broke out almost instantly from my back, a thin layer that trickled down my spine and soaked the fabric around my waist.

He hunched over slightly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instinctively trying to shrink himself even smaller.

"Boss?"

Fica noticed something was wrong.

He turned his head and saw that Roy's face was as white as paper, and even the last bit of color had faded from his lips.

"Hold me up..."

"I can't move..."

A bitter smile crept across his lips as Luo Yi uttered a single sentence in a low voice.

*Smack!* ...

Fica quickly reached out and supported Roy's right shoulder, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Boss, are you alright...? Do you want me to 'reshape' you?"

"No...no need..."

Despite his discomfort, Roy waved his hand slightly in refusal:

"The Sky Arena isn't as safe as you think. We can't waste this life-saving ability; we need to save it for crucial moments."

"Speaking of which, let me remind you: don't use your Nen ability lightly in future battles. Your Nen isn't geared towards strong attacks, but rather towards healing..."

"If anything happens to Serapika and me, we'll be waiting for you to save us..."

"So... I'm telling you something: if you can't beat us, just admit defeat... we've got your back..."

"You agree, right... Serapika..."

As Roy was helped off the stage, he glanced at the Kuruta girl in front of him.

The girl paused in her steps and nodded almost imperceptibly.

If Roy hadn't been so observant, he probably wouldn't have noticed that she nodded.

"See, Serapika thinks so too."

Seeing the girl nod, Roy turned his gaze back to Fica:

"You must always remember that you are our team's trump card, so don't use it lightly..."

"As long as you're here, no matter what happens, we still have hope..."

"Do you understand?"

Luo Yi enunciated the last three words heavily, with an undeniable certainty.

Fica nodded unconsciously:

"Understood, boss..."

Seeing Fica's solemn reply, Roy knew he had taken it to heart.

In response, he couldn't help but feel even more approval for his younger brother.

Originally, he only planned to accumulate some practical experience and open his mind before starting the family mission, which is why he came to the Sky Arena.

But after the Ogley incident, he suddenly realized that the power of a team should not be underestimated, so he persuaded Serapika and Fica to come to the Sky Arena with him.

The reason for instigating it was simple... money!

Serapika and Fica are both short of money, not only for themselves but also for their people.

So... after Roy told them about the rewards for the arena, they followed without saying a word.