Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Physical liberation...40%..."

Roy didn't reply; he just muttered something under his breath and broke off the little finger of his right hand.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the world in his eyes began to slow down: the audience outside the arena, the referee inside the arena, Hisoka, the air, and the sounds all slowed down.

Frame by frame, like movie storyboards, appeared in Roy's eyes.

An indescribable feeling told him that with just a gentle push, he could shatter the entire scene before him.

And that's exactly what he did.

Pfft!

A jet of blood, as thick as a water pipe, gushed out, spraying countless drops of blood into the air before trickling down.

A few streaks of blood, caught off guard, splattered onto Roy's right arm, staining it with mottled red spots.

His right arm stretched forward, his pale, ghostly fingertips pointing directly at Hisoka's severed arm.

A severed arm?!

A hint of surprise flashed across Hisoka's golden eyes.

"When?"

"Why didn't I see anything?"

"How did he appear in front of me? He was clearly a hundred meters away from me just a second ago."

"Is it some kind of thought that I don't know?"

"......."

Various conjectures and questions surfaced in Hisoka's mind, only to be rejected one by one.

He knew that Roy's flash just now was not a conventional method.

That kind of transcendence of vision and speed is not like Nian, yet it is almost like Nian...

"What a surprise!..."

Hisoka glanced sideways at the severed arm falling from mid-air. Hisoka showed neither pain nor panic on his face, only curiosity and interest.

"Love that can stretch and contract..."

A low hum, not loud, but like a plucked string, produced a deep, resonant hum in the empty arena.

With a gentle wave of his remaining left hand and a flick of his wrist, his five fingers traced an arc in the air.

Countless pink threads of thought extended from his fingertips, precisely binding the severed arm that was falling in mid-air.

The severed arm abruptly stopped in mid-air, its falling momentum instantly canceled out, leaving the entire arm suspended in mid-air like a puppet on strings, flying back to Hisoka's severed arm.

"This is the second time you've cut off my arm, isn't it?"

"Still the same spot..."

As he spoke, Hisoka paused for a moment, looked down at his arm hanging at the crevice, and his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

hum!

The severed arm flew back into the air, towards Roy...

"Since you like my arm so much, then I'll give it to you..."

A few steps away, Roy's dark red pupils reflected Hisoka's every move.

Seeing the severed arm flying rapidly towards him, he instinctively raised his right hand to block it.

Thump...

The severed arm collided with the forearm with a dull thud. There was no point of contact between them, and Hisoka's severed arm was immediately thrown away, landing less than half a meter away from Roy.

"Uh... don't you like it?"

Hisoka tilted his head, his golden pupils reflecting Roy's expressionless face, but the curve of his lips grew increasingly dangerous.

"If you don't like it... then I'll give it to you in another way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his remaining left hand tightly.

The pink psychic thread connecting the severed arm taut instantly, springing up like an enraged venomous snake...

The severed arm traced a strange arc in mid-air, smashing towards the back of Roy's head with far greater speed and force than before.

At the same time, Hisoka himself also made a move.

His movements were astonishingly fast... though not as fast as Roy's "flash" that went beyond vision.

But it's definitely not something that ordinary people can capture.

One in front and one behind, the severed arm and the original body, attacking from both sides.

Roy's dark red pupils contracted slightly.

"untie!"

He uttered the word in a low voice, pulled his right leg back, and twisted his body at an impossible angle, barely avoiding the severed arm that was coming from behind his head.

The severed arm brushed against his hair, lifting a few strands.

However, Hisoka's left hand had already reached out in front of him like a ghost.

With fingers spread out, the palm is empty.

...No, it's not empty.

Fine pink threads wove between his fingers into a net almost invisible to the naked eye, which was closing in on Roy's face.

"I've got you."

Hisoka's voice was as soft as a lover's murmur, but his actions were extremely cruel.

Roy did not back down.

Instead, he took half a step forward, pointed his left hand at the sword, and swung it forward sharply.

The sword was pointed down and slashed.

The illusory energy touched the physical body, and the two were like parallel lines that would never intersect, never interfering with each other.

The light enveloped Roy's face, but his fingers also poked at Hisoka's chest...

Click...!

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Hisoka felt a warm sensation spreading from his chest.

He looked down.

A thin, long gash appeared on his chest, the skin rolled back, and blood was slowly seeping out from the wound.

Roy was already standing three meters behind him.

She had her back to him.

A drop of blood slowly slid from the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ground with a soft "tap".

"..."

Hisoka looked at the wound on his chest and remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

It was a genuine laugh, even tinged with a hint of joy.

"Interesting... This is so interesting."

He turned around, completely ignoring the wound on his chest. He raised his left hand, pinched the edge of the wound between his index and middle fingers, and gently pulled it open...

"You've gotten faster again."

He looked down at his exposed flesh, where he could even see the muscle fibers wriggling slightly.

"It's not that it's gotten faster... it's that the flow of time has changed?"

He raised his head, and for the first time, a serious glint appeared in his golden pupils.

"No, that's not right... it's the 'perception' that has changed."

"You've accelerated your perception... but the burden on your body hasn't lessened... so you need to pay some kind of price."

His gaze fell on Roy's left hand... the broken little finger and the other little finger that had just been severed.

"Break off a finger...?"

Hisoka tilted his head, looked at Roy's left hand, and pursed his lips:

"No... simply breaking a finger shouldn't be enough to gain this power."

Hisoka's gaze shifted upwards, and Roy's trembling body, his wildly beating heartbeat, and the sight of blood slowly seeping from his seven orifices were clearly reflected in his eyes.

"The essence of this power is probably to sacrifice one's own body in exchange for some kind of physical 'acceleration'..."

He licked his lips, his tongue stained with the blood from his chest, and Hisoka closed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of enjoyment.

"You probably won't be able to use this...wonderful power a third time."

Roy slowly turned around, his dark red pupils as calm as still water.

He looked at the new wound on his left hand, then at Hisoka.

"...You guessed half right."

His voice was very soft, as if it came from a very far place.