Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

drop!

A low-frequency electronic sound rang out, and looking in the direction of the sound, a three-meter-long broadcast screen appeared.

A series of competition schedules began to appear.

Without needing to look too closely, the words "Number 356 vs. Number 567" immediately caught Luo Yi's eye.

"Five hundred and sixty-seven?"

"567... Why does this sound so familiar?"

As he muttered to himself, he began to repeatedly recall where he had heard the name before.

Until a flash of red caught his eye, a strange figure immediately appeared in his mind.

He has a beauty mark under his eye, a handsome face, wears clothing printed with playing cards, and is 1.87 meters tall, tall and strong.

"Hisoka..."

Looking at the increasingly clear figure in his mind, Roy softly uttered two words.

"Hisoka?"

"Boss, do you know number 567?"

The red-haired boy standing next to Roy also saw the opponent he would face tomorrow.

The only difference was that the moment he saw that number, he knew who Roy's opponent was.

That was the perverted clown who brought him immense pressure... the eerie man who almost killed him.

"Of course I know him, how could I not?"

"I've admired him for a long time."

Roy blinked, a chilling intent emanating from his eyes, as a burgeoning instinct began to take hold of his mind.

How could he not know the renowned Hisoka Moro, one of the top three most popular and charismatic figures in the Hunter x Hunter world?

Mysterious magician, top combat expert, top intelligence master, and top "Apple" enthusiast—these are all honorary titles he has received.

Facing such an opponent... he seems to have no hope of winning at all.

But isn't that what makes it more interesting?

There's no point in fighting a battle you're guaranteed to win.

His silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, and a deep, dark red hue appeared at the bottom of his eyes. The primal instincts he had shown on the Augli began to overflow slightly.

........

In a double room on the 99th floor of the Sky Arena, a tall, thin figure squats in front of a castle made of playing cards.

His right hand held an Ace of Diamonds, his fingertips pinching the corner of the card with just the right amount of force to make the card bend slightly without leaving a crease.

His gaze shifted from the cards to the top of the deck of cards...

There happened to be a small, triangular gap there...

It was just enough for a playing card to go in, becoming the last apex of the castle.

call.....

With a soft whooshing sound, the Ace of Spades in the tall, thin figure's hand vanished...

But at the very top of the deck of cards, the Ace appeared...

Just then, clear television audio began to echo throughout the double room:

"D-37 Arena, No. 321 versus No. 371... Duel time: 3 PM..."

"D-36 Arena, No. 275 versus No. 513, duel time: 4 PM..."

"D-31 Arena, No. 271 versus No. 511, duel time: 5 PM..."

"........."

"........."

"F-3 Arena, number 365 versus number 567, the duel will take place tomorrow morning at 6:00 AM..."

"........"

"Huh?... Number 567, number 567?"

"Number 567?!"

On a mattress in the corner of the room, a man dressed as a martial artist lay supine, looking contemptuously at the tall, thin figure.

"Isn't that number 567? Haha..."

"With your skills, I think if you went up and performed a magic trick tomorrow, your opponent might just admit defeat... haha."

He burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the room like a goose being strangled, flat and hoarse.

His toes twitched in rhythm with his laughter, and when they lifted, you could even see the thick, yellowish calluses on the soles of his feet... marks left by years of barefoot training, and a martial artist's medal.

He simply had no idea what kind of person he was standing in front of.

The tall, thin figure did not turn around.

Under the bright lights, Xingxing's beauty mark and handsome face were clearly visible.

He is... Hisoka!

Hisoka squatted in front of the playing card castle without replying, his hands hanging naturally at his knees, his fingers spread and his fingertips lightly touching the ground.

A pair of cold, calm eyes were not looking at the martial artist, the television, or the castle...

He was looking elsewhere.

He looked at a place only he could see, heard a sound only he could hear, and saw a green, unripe apple slowly approaching from afar.

"hehe......"

Hisoka's lips curled into a slight smile as he chuckled.

Just as Hisoka burst out laughing, the martial artist's laughter gradually subsided, not because he had laughed enough.

It was because he sensed something from Hisoka.

I felt something indescribable, like the first cool breeze of autumn sneaking into my collar.

The thing started from his spine, climbed up his neck, over the back of his head, and reached the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

He unconsciously stopped what he was doing, his cheeks stopped puffing out, and his toes stopped twitching.

A few seconds later, the laughter stopped abruptly, like a tape being cut short.

After laughing, Hisoka raised his right hand and pulled out a ten of hearts from his pocket, flicking it with his index and middle fingers.

The playing card flew from between the fingers, tracing an arc, leaving a graceful, slow, almost visible trajectory in the air.

The martial artist gasped, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

His body instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid the fatal playing card...

But his back was already pressed against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

laugh!......

A playing card flew past his cheek, the corner of the card cutting a thin gash on his face. Dark red blood seeped from the wound, trickling down his jawline and dripping onto his black, tight-fitting vest.

The playing cards were embedded in the wall behind him, so deeply that the ends of the cards trembled slightly and emitted a faint buzzing sound.

Then... Hisoka stood up.

His knees made no sound, and his spine straightened vertebra by vertebra, like a tree that had been bent under the weight of its weight finally waiting for the wind to stop.

His 1.78-meter-tall figure appeared exceptionally tall in front of the reclining martial artist...

Turning around, Hisoka stepped barefoot onto the floor without making a sound.

It was at this moment that his long, narrow, golden eyes finally looked at the martial artist... no, that's not right, not look, but measure.

He was measuring the strength and potential of the martial artist in front of him, trying to find a reason why he didn't have to die.

Unfortunately... martial artists don't understand...

"Magic?" Hisoka's voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed to drift from a great distance, with a lazy, hoarse quality, like someone who had just woken up.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, not in a smile, but in an expression that said, "You're not worthy to see."