Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"call......"

With a breath of stale air, Roy began to let his primal instincts spread out, and wisps of cool air permeated his limbs and bones, reaching the Baihui point on his head.

Startled by the chill, his pupils contracted sharply, his vision blurred at the edges and deepened in the center, like a drop of deep red ink spreading out.

The chill didn't feel like it was coming from the outside, but rather seeping out from between his bones. It seeped through his joints, through his muscles, through his blood vessels, through his skin, pulling his body temperature down little by little...

Thirty-six and a half degrees, thirty-six degrees, thirty-five and a half degrees.

It's not cold, it's cooled down, like a high-speed engine being cut off from fuel, the speed drops sharply, the temperature drops sharply, to a more dangerous, more stable, more machine-like than human range.

As the chill spread throughout his body, Roy's breathing slowed, and his heart rate dropped from forty to thirty per minute, and then from thirty to twenty-five.

Thump! Thump! .....Thump! ............Thump! .

My heartbeat slowed down and became lighter until it reached a fixed frequency and stabilized.

As a result... his muscles changed. The muscle fibers that had been repeatedly torn and healed during the Zoldyck family's training were now rearranged as if by an invisible hand, each finding its optimal position, like a steel cable being tightened, like a bowstring being fully drawn, with explosive power flowing beneath every inch of his skin.

The bones trembled slightly, and a fine, clicking sound, like gears meshing, suddenly rang out.

Raising his head, Roy's dark red pupils were completely devoid of emotion—no anger, no murderous intent, no fear, nothing human about them, only a cold, indifferent gaze befitting a hunter.

Hisoka's pupils contracted slightly under that gaze.

He sensed it... not fear, but alertness.

It seemed that the white-haired boy standing in front of him was no longer the same person he had been a few minutes ago.

It's not that the power has changed, but that something about its essence has changed.

Something with sharper edges and harder fangs emerged.

"hehe....."

He smiled, but the look in Hisoka's narrowed golden eyes was no longer one of anticipation, but rather of scrutiny.

It's like scrutinizing and examining something interesting.

"Good eye..."

Retracting the Ace of Hearts that was aimed at Roy's throat, Hisoka's back became even more hunched, accompanied by a barely perceptible tremor.

He was already finding it difficult to control his desires.

But... no!

He covered his face with his right hand, only revealing two glints of cold light in his eyes through his fingers.

Hisoka was already a little tipsy. In his eyes, the scent emanating from Roy was becoming increasingly strong. He was no longer just a green fruit, but a high-quality "apple" that was about to ripen.

"Hurry...start...I can't hold back any longer..."

As she murmured, the tip of her tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth, spilling a little white saliva...

"laugh!......."

Hisoka licked his upper lip, leaned forward slightly, and brought his forehead, hidden by his red bangs, to within three inches of Roy's face.

"Really... let's get started..."

Reflected in his dark red pupils was Hisoka's alluring yet somewhat deranged face. Roy's lips moved, and he uttered a single word indifferently:

"Come."

As he uttered that single word, his power began to purify.

A tidal wave of power surged and rolled from the depths of his body, only to be solidified and compressed by the ancient fighting instincts deep within his consciousness...

boom!

Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ...

In just a few breaths, thunderous sounds resounded across the F-3 arena, one after another, like muffled thunder rolling in the clouds on a summer night. Each impact was heavier and more brittle than the last, carving an invisible crack into the arena.

Roy's left fist followed from his waist, his wrist bone leading the way, his elbow pulling back, his shoulder blade like a spring compressed to its limit.

The fist slammed into Hisoka's right arm... not to hit him, but to smash his defense.

Hisoka's right arm is held horizontally across his chest, with his forearm and upper arm forming an obtuse angle, like an upright shield.

His fist slammed into the shield, the force exploding outwards from the point of contact. Hisoka's sleeves fluttered in the wind from the punch, and the playing card pattern on his cuffs looked like a torn canvas, the lines twisted and the colors blurred.

Unconsciously, Hisoka's body was blasted backward slightly, and his heels lifted off the ground for a moment...

boom!

He stomped back hard on the ground.

Then his right knee suddenly shot up from below, aiming straight for Roy's abdomen.

It wasn't a kick, it was a chisel.

Like a blunt knife, it pierced Roy's abdomen.

Boom!

Roy's left elbow sank down, the tip of his elbow striking Hisoka's knee with a dull thud.

The dull, heavy sound carried a texture that made one's teeth ache.

Roy's elbow was scraped raw, and a small patch of dark red bloodstain glistened moistly under the light, like a crushed cherry.

But he couldn't afford to deal with it, because Hisoka's left hand had already risen from below, and his fingers were like knives, stabbing towards his calf.

Click!

With his right foot springing off the ground, his instep straight and his toes like knives, Roy shattered Hisoka's syndactylus in the blink of an eye.

Despite suffering such a terrible injury, Hisoka didn't utter a sound. Instead, he pressed his broken fingers back down, clenched them into a fist, and, in that twisted position, slammed them into Roy's chest as Roy kicked him halfway up.

The moment the fist touched Roy's chest, it wasn't a smash, it was a shock.

Hisoka's power doesn't come from the fist itself, but rather from the vibrations emanating from it.

A wave of power exploded in Roy's chest, pushing his body backward.

Da da da........

After taking several steps back, Roy covered his chest with his right hand and stood up again.

His eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well, flickered with a slight ripple. Through the palm of his right hand, he felt his heartbeat become slightly out of rhythm.

As the two separated, the arena fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't that there was no sound... The screams from the audience, the clicks of the referee's stopwatch, the hum of the lighting ballast were all there, but those sounds seemed to come from a great distance, muffled, distorted, and insignificant, as if separated by a thick layer of glass.

In the center of the arena, the narrow gap between the two people was so tight that not a single sound could be heard.

In the space between them, there was no wind, no dust, no sound, only each other.

"My heart is... racing...?"

Hisoka, standing on one side of the ring, glanced at Roy not far away and gave a wry smile:

"Would you like to rest for a while? I can... wait for you."

He shrugged, straightened his hunched back, and his once cold, star-like eyes regained their calm.

Within the first two or three seconds of contact, Hisoka's abnormal fighting spirit had been somewhat satisfied, so he regained his composure.