Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 116 The Hunter's Instinct

But... the amount of energy required to maintain firmness in this process far exceeds that required to entangle; every second, thoughts dissipate from the body's surface, like steam rising from the surface of boiling water.

Roy could feel his strength being drained away at a visible rate, and in just a dozen seconds, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.

It's not thick enough... and it's not even enough...

As he drew more thoughts out of his body, Roy used his mind to control the accumulation of more.

Gradually, the silvery-white halo around his body became clearer from being faintly visible, and from his perspective, he was completely enveloped in silvery-white radiance.

But... that's not enough!

Subtle thoughts begin to emanate from vulnerable areas such as the shoulder blades and lumbar spine. These are the most difficult blind spots to cover and the weak points that the opponent is most likely to attack in battle.

Roy's consciousness was like a precise probe, sweeping over these blind spots one by one, gathering, compressing, and fixing the scattered thoughts.

However... each repair was accompanied by an even faster depletion of his physical strength, with countless beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, dripping onto the back of his hands, and onto the yellowish-brown floor.

Not good enough, not lively enough.

Through his sweat-blurred eyes, Roy saw an unstable mental barrier, a lack of fluidity...

He has only made the leap from knowing nothing to being able to use it barely; he is still far from being qualified, and even further from being proficient.

But... it seems that this is all he can do right now.

call...

Take a deep breath, slowly release the tension, and let the excess thoughts flow back to the dantian.

The silvery-white light on the body surface gradually faded, then disappeared, and finally returned to its entangled state.

After briefly maintaining the entanglement, Roy slightly cleared his mind, allowing his breathing to regulate itself and his heartbeat to calm down.

A dozen seconds later, he reopened his eyes and focused his consciousness.

Next is... flow.

He focused his attention on his right hand, drawing a portion of his thoughts from the entanglement and directing them into his palm.

It was incredibly fast... like water bursting from a dam, it surged into my right hand, condensing into a layer of silvery-white light in my palm.

The halo brightened briefly before quickly dimming.

Because the Nen that Roy had diverted was not replenished in time, the movement of his Nen was not smooth or stable enough.

Again...

This time, we'll proceed slowly, guiding water rather than releasing it, like directing a stream, rather than blasting open a dam.

Roy's thoughts gently and slowly guided the thought from his spine, through his shoulder blades and elbows, and finally settled steadily and slowly into his palm.

This time, his thought did not break; it flowed silently through his body like a quiet underground river, moving from one place to another, neither too much nor too little, neither too fast nor too slow.

My right hand is slightly open, and a hazy yet heavy tactile sensation comes from my palm.

This time, his flow was steady and solid... but not fast enough.

According to Bisky, the speed at which Nen flows determines the rhythm of offense and defense in battle.

When an opponent throws a punch, he must instantly transfer his thoughts from his chest to his abdomen, from his abdomen to his arm, from his arm to his fist, and then complete the entire process of judgment, extraction, flow, and concentration within a fraction of a second.

This is what makes it relevant in real combat. In battles between experts, a fraction of a second can determine many things.

His current speed is probably ten times slower...

If he were to fight Hisoka at this speed, he would undoubtedly face utter defeat.

But as I said before... this is all he can do right now.

Slowly withdraw your thoughts, allowing the river within your body to return to calm.

Tonight he's not in a hurry to speed up; speed is a byproduct of practice. He just wants to find the right path and feel first. He doesn't expect to be able to compete with Hisoka tomorrow, but only to withstand a few blows at crucial moments.

call..

In the darkness, Roy exhaled again, the white, misty heat condensing for a moment in the cold air before dissipating.

Once you've mastered the basics, you've grasped the essence of the flow.

Next, it's hard.....

Roy raised his right hand once more, and slowly clenched his fist.

This time, he no longer withdrew his thoughts, but released all the thoughts in his body... The entanglement stopped, the firmness dissipated, the flow ceased, and all the thoughts he could mobilize were poured out without a trace.

In an instant, the silvery-white halo around his body disappeared. His spine, chest, limbs, and head—all the places that had been covered by the thought—fell into silence, exposed naked to the air without any protection.

On his right fist, silvery-white spiritual light was condensing, compressing, and exploding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From dark to bright, from bright to blinding, from blinding to almost burning the retina... the light on the fist was like a white star that had been ignited, expanding wildly in the darkness and illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.

Looking at the star, Roy's silver-gray pupils began to dilate.

hard!

Is this the strongest spear that concentrates all thoughts into one point?

Is it also the weakest shield that reduces the body's defense to zero?

If my attack hadn't hit Hisoka, I would have been the only one to perish.

Lost in thought, Roy maintained his composure and glanced out the window.

There were no stars, no moon; a thick layer of clouds had covered them up sometime during the night, like a gray cotton pad pressing down on our heads.

But he didn't feel oppressed.

Because above the clouds, the stars are still there, the moon is still there, and he only needs to pass through this layer of clouds, and everything will still be there.

Since there's no such thing as zero defense, then let's just attack and not defend!

Now, the only thing I need to think about is not whether I can hit Hisoka, but that I must hit Hisoka.

There is no other way!

As Roy's thoughts churned, his will hardened once more.

He closed his eyes and sat down, raising his right hand in the darkness, feeling the surging, silvery-white thought.

An overwhelming urge to express himself made him want to unleash this surge of energy...

But... it won't work...

He must maintain this state because he only has one strike left.

With this punch, his Nen might not be fully restored when he faces Hisoka tomorrow. If he loses even a fraction of it, given that he already only has a one or two chance of winning, it will undoubtedly be a ten-fold loss.

so...

"receive...

'

He murmured a single word, and Roy controlled his thoughts, letting them disperse back into his limbs and bones.

Then he began to readjust and readjust, allowing the thoughts to regroup...

Gather! Disperse!

Gather! Disperse!

Gather! Disperse!

The night outside the window continued.

The lights of the Sky Arena were still on. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 190th floor, Roy's lonely figure repeatedly condensed and dispersed, over and over again...

Until a faint light appeared on the horizon, and the horizon turned golden.

Luo Yi slowly got up...

"Is it dawn yet?"

despair!

He walked a few steps to the window, his silvery-gray pupils looking out. The red sun was rising in the east, and the sky was clear for miles.

In the vast expanse of white light, after a night of cultivation, Luo Yi's eyes showed no trace of fatigue; on the contrary, they shone even brighter, and occasionally, one could see a... indescribable...

.

Excitement?