Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 111 Extreme Transcendence Infinite Flow - Liu Zhen

"What exactly is missing?"

"Insufficient training intensity? Lack of willpower? Or is it just not the right time yet?"

A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind.

Luo Yi, with his eyes tightly closed, couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

These wild guesses and speculations went through his mind again and again, but he could never quite grasp that crucial point.

The more he thought, the more chaotic his thoughts became. Gradually, his originally peaceful mind was disturbed, and he lost his previous focus.

Forget it, I'm not going to think about it anymore. Daydreaming is useless. I'll wait until the next battle and try to gather my energy in my right hand and unleash it to see the effect.

With his mind made up, Roy opened his eyes again. His vision was initially a white blur, then became indistinct, and finally, after his eyes adjusted to the bright light, everything came back into view.

Is it almost my turn?

With a quick glance, Roy looked up and saw the numbers 365 and 119 appearing on the large electronic screen above the arena.

The font size also includes a small note at the end indicating the arena number A-1 and the match time.

"Boss, it's your turn."

Before Roy could even get up, Fica pointed at the screen and yelled.

rustling sound —

"knew----"

With a casual reply, Roy gently pushed himself up with both hands.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just a game."

After walking past Fica and giving him a brief instruction, Roy went straight onto the ring.

pat!

With the last two steps, he stood firmly in the center of the ring.

The small figure cast a long shadow under the lamplight.

The shadow of the tall man completely overlapped with that of the burly man opposite him, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

"I never expected my opponent to be a child."

Looking down at the thin figure not far away, the burly man felt a sense of helplessness.

He's a contemporary teacher who transcends the boundless flow of the martial arts world. What kind of nonsense is it for him to fight with a child, especially since—the child is about the same age as his own?

"referee!"

Turning to the referee in the baseball cap beside him, the burly man raised his right hand and pointed in Roy's direction: "Can I change opponents? I really can't bring myself to hit such a young kid!"

"Um?"

This opponent seems pretty good.

With a slight smile, Roy couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. After being in the Sky Arena for so long, he had finally met a normal person.

It wasn't easy.

Those scoundrels from before showed not a shred of pity when facing a young opponent like me—their eyes were only filled with the desire for money and honor.

I didn't expect this person to have some backbone.

A fleeting look of approval crossed Roy's eyes. He took a few steps forward, until he was just one step away from bumping into the burly man, before raising his head and slowly raising his gaze to focus on the man, saying, "You—not bad."

With a wave of his hand, signaling the referee to step back, Roy uttered four words calmly.

"Heh heh—you little brat, you're being a bit arrogant."

"What do you mean 'not bad'? Is that how your parents taught you to speak?"

The burly man was amused by Roy's precocious manner.

Where did this arrogant kid come from?

Don't you know this is an arena? A place where martial artists fight to the death, especially since this is the 175th floor—

"One hundred and seventy-five floors?!"

"Wait, 175 floors? How could a kid reach 175 floors?"

"Did the referee make a wrong call?"

"That doesn't make sense either. Even a misjudgment wouldn't have allowed him to rise all the way to the 175th floor. The tournament organizing committee isn't an idiot, and those who placed bets aren't fools either."

"So—he really does have the corresponding strength?"

Lost in thought, the burly man finally realized a fact: although his opponent was young, his strength was probably not to be underestimated.

"You—you climbed up here yourself?"

Although the burly man was already quite confident in Roy's strength, he couldn't help but tilt his head and ask Roy a question out of caution.

"certainly----."

With a slight smile, Luo Yi calmly replied, her silver-gray eyes fixed on the man, a wisp of intimidating mental pressure beginning to emanate from her.

When the burly man was looked at by Roy's thoughtful eyes, he immediately felt the temperature drop several degrees, and an indescribable sense of panic welled up inside him.

This is—a thought?

This feeling of déjà vu reminded the burly man of an opponent he had encountered long ago, a young man with spiky hair who spoke very rudely, which had infuriated him at the time.

But when they actually fought, he was instantly killed, unable to withstand even a single move. The feeling the spiky-haired youth gave him back then was similar to what he felt now, only the feeling was much stronger back then, so strong that he couldn't even move, and he was defeated without even making a move.

Much later, when the spiky-haired youth reached the 200th floor, he learned about the concept of "Nian" from another source.

It was then that he learned that there was an unspoken rule in the Sky Arena to reach the 200th floor or higher: one had to awaken their Nen!

"You—this is—recitation?"

With a mixture of uncertainty and surprise, the burly man abandoned his dismissive attitude and asked a serious question.

"Oh—you actually know Nen? Looks like you're not your average martial artist—"

Roy scrutinized the burly man before him once more, a hint of surprise flashing in his grey-blue eyes.

The burly man's name was Ryujin, a contemporary teacher in the Extreme Beyond Flow series, and he was around thirty-five years old.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, making him look like a moving wall.

A dark gray sleeveless taekwondo uniform covered his muscular upper body, with black piping on the collar and cuffs, and the school's logo, Extreme Transcendence Infinite Flow, embroidered in silver thread on the chest... A clenched fist, palm facing outward, fingers spread, as if pushing something away.

The hem of the gi was tucked into the black belt at the waist, which was tied very tightly, creating a strong curve around the waist.

The end of the black belt hung down to his left leg, with his name and rank embroidered on it in white silk thread: Extreme Transcendence Infinite Flow · Sixth Dan.

He wore loose-fitting trousers in the same color, tapering at the ankles to reveal a pair of black soft-soled martial arts shoes.

His face was square and rugged, with a distinct jawline. Standing there, he resembled an old oak tree rooted in the ring.

Yet this oak tree, at this moment, felt a chill rise from the soles of its feet because of a single glance from the silver-haired boy in front of it.

"That's right, this is recitation, or more precisely, recitation suppression, a kind of application of recitation."

Roy answered Ryujin's question directly, his silver-gray eyes, filled with longing, looking at him intently.