Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

About a hundred miles from the Sky Arena, Roy followed Bisky, passing through the bustling market surrounding the Sky Arena, and crossing two dry riverbeds, arriving at a large canyon before noon.

But this place is less like a canyon and more like a hideous wound that has split open in the earth.

From a distance, the ground looked as if it had been torn apart by some enormous force, leaving a slit that stretched for miles.

The rock walls on both sides plunge almost vertically downwards, with red, yellow, and gray-white rock surfaces alternating, as if carved by wind and water.

There was almost no vegetation on the rock face, with only a few clumps of withered thorns peeking out from the cracks in the rocks, like the last hair of the earth unwilling to give up.

But its valley floor was wider than expected.

The narrowest part is only about twenty paces, but the widest part is wide enough for three or four carriages to drive side by side.

The ground was soft gravel and pebbles, making a soft rustling sound when stepped on, and each step left a shallow footprint, which was quickly smoothed out by the wind.

The wind is the only thing here that never stops.

A breeze carrying sand and dust swept across Bisky and Roy, bringing with it the bitter, dry smell of dust.

With a wave of his right hand, Roy wiped away the sand and dust that was blowing in his face, a bitter expression on his face:

"What are we doing here?"

"It's all wind and sand..."

"Cough cough..."

As he spoke, the dust that seeped into Roy's throat through his breath made it feel like he had swallowed a grain of sand, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

What annoyed him most was not the wind, but the sand that was carried in by the wind.

With each breath, he felt a faint bitter taste.

"What are you doing?"

The blonde, blue-eyed girl on twin horses looked up and took in the entire canyon. She casually pointed to a hill and said:

"Go there and dig a hole somewhere to settle down. Then I'll tell you what you're here for."

"There?"

Roy looked in the direction Bisky pointed and saw a hill about two people high rising up near the base of the rock wall on the north side of the canyon.

Calling it a hill is a stretch of landslides; it's more like a pile of remains eroded by wind and sand over millions of years.

The area spread out at the bottom is quite large, about the width of a room, but it tapers very quickly upwards, forming an irregular cone shape.

The surface is covered with a layer of grayish-yellow sand, loose and crumpled, as if a gust of wind could peel off a layer of skin.

Another gust of wind blew by, and Luo Yi squinted, raising his hand to shield himself from the sandstorm rushing towards him.

"That's right, that's your home for the next few days..."

Rustling sounds...

Bisky walked ahead, her golden twin tails swaying in the wind.

But she herself seemed completely unconcerned about the sandstorm. She had been there for a while, but her face never showed any discomfort.

Sometimes she would even open her arms wide, take a deep breath, and show a contented expression.

"Yes, it's a good place."

Bisky's azure eyes narrowed into two curved lines in the sandstorm:

"Quiet, undisturbed, and..."

She kicked at the gravel beneath her feet, feeling the dry, slippery texture on her toes, and smiled.

"It is the best natural training medium."

A glimmer of yellow light flashed in his eyes, and the Nen energy covering his mouth and nose dissipated, sending yellow sand and dust rushing into Bisquie's face.

Her previously relaxed expression vanished instantly.

"Pah, pah..."

"This sandstorm is still so unkind to a young girl's skin."

Buzz! .....

After a sound that only Bisky could hear, her body was enveloped in a protective aura that kept all the sand and dust out.

Luo Yi followed behind her, one hand covering his mouth and the other constantly patting the dust off his body, his face full of bitterness.

The white hair on his head was covered with a thin layer of grayish-yellow veil, making it look like faded, withered grass.

"This godforsaken place..." he muttered under his breath.

Bisky glanced back at him, her gaze calm.

But Roy immediately shut his mouth, not daring to even mutter a word.

Because he knew that once Bisky entered training mode, she would be completely different from her usual fake self.

After all, Biskie Kluge is known as the "Spartan Instructor," and her specialty is forcing trainees to push their limits in an extremely harsh and even inhumane way.

Gon and Killua in the story have experienced this firsthand. Whether it's sleeping on ropes with rocks, digging through rock with shovels, or defeating the bounty hunter "Binoto" in a real life-or-death battle, all these training exercises that challenge the limits of the human body were Bisky's doing.

I believe she will be no exception this time either.

With a wry smile, Roy composed himself and quietly followed behind Bisky.

This was originally his own choice; he had already prepared himself the moment he recognized Bisky.

After all, although Bisky's training was brutal, the improvement was also very obvious.

Just like the main characters, in just a few weeks, they transformed into bomb monsters with strength comparable to one-star hunters.

The effect of this training is undeniably powerful.

Therefore, he had already mentally prepared himself for what was to come.

Besides... even if Bisky's training is dangerous, can it compare to the Zoldyck family's freaks?

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Roy followed the blonde girl straight to the rocky platform.

Before long, the two arrived at the small hill they had just identified.

Standing atop the cone-shaped hill, close your eyes and feel the wind rushing in from all directions, feel the sand hitting your face, and feel the solidity and coolness of the rocks beneath your feet.

Then Bisky opened her eyes.

"That's fine..." She stomped her right foot on the ground.

"Dig, dig a pit big enough for two people..."

"dig?"

Roy touched the hard ground with his foot, feeling the strong resistance from the ground, then tilted his head and looked at the blonde twin-tailed girl with slight surprise:

"How are we going to dig? We didn't bring any tools."

Bisky smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

She crouched down, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and let the fine, grayish-yellow particles slip through her fingers, only to be instantly swept away by the wind.

"Tools?" she repeated the word.

It's like hearing a really funny joke:

"Aren't your hands just tools?"

Roy looked down at his hands.

The abrasions on the back of my right hand had scabbed over with dark red scabs, and the skin on my knuckles was broken in several places, revealing tender, pink new flesh underneath.

His left hand was better, but the wound on his hand from Hisoka's punch, which had been torn by the wind, was no longer bleeding. However, every time he clenched his fist, it would pull on the thin layer of healing tissue, and then he would feel a series of fine stinging pains in his hand, making him feel unbearably itchy.