Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

hiss……

As Roy lay prostrate on the ground, he felt a series of sharp pains in his chest, as if he were being pricked with needles or stabbed with iron.

With his left hand supporting his previously injured chest and his right hand dragging the dog-man's corpse, he slowly backed away.

Dark red blood flowed along the way.

It's unclear whether it's the puppy's or his own, or perhaps the two of them are mixed up.

But under the fox-man's sniper rifle, he had no time to care about any of that.

He remained silent and blank, adjusting his breathing and gathering his last strength.

There will always be an opportunity...

Yes, it will happen.

Roy's face grew paler and paler, his body grew weaker and weaker, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

That was not a dying person's last burst of energy before death.

That was a lone wolf sharpening its last two fangs in the darkness.

Come on, it's either you or me!

A cry rang out in Roy's heart.

Fortunately...

It's unclear whether the fox-man ran out of bullets.

Or is he looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow?

He was not sniped again until he retreated deep into the dense forest, behind the oak tree.

Out of bullets?

Or did he give up?

Having gotten a chance to catch his breath, Roy slowly crouched down against the rough bark, concealing himself while quietly peering through the gaps in the vegetation at the top of the oak tree.

In the hazy night, the distant oak trees appeared completely black.

He can't see anything.

But Roy knew he was there.

The fox-like man, just a few hundred meters away, naturally couldn't see anything either.

Because the forest was so dense and the light so dim, everything was blurry and indistinct.

Even if he figured something out, there was nothing he could do for the time being, just as Roy had predicted, he was out of bullets.

The mission came in a hurry today, and he only brought twelve rounds, which he has just fired off.

The alloy sniper rifle in his hand was now just a useless iron bar to him.

He is still alive.

Lant bit his lower lip, the rusty taste spreading across his tongue.

He didn't know whether to continue or retreat.

If we continue, the sniper rifle will run out of bullets, so I'll have to go myself.

But Roy's behavior just now was too dangerous, and he was afraid that he might accidentally follow in the footsteps of the rabbit man.

If we don't continue....

When those eyes, those captivating eyes, looked over through the scope.

Lant almost thought he was dead.

That look wasn't anger, hatred, or even murderous intent—it was something far more terrifying than murderous intent...

Obsession!

Those eyes were telling him: I will find you and kill you!

And thus, they were targeted by the Zoldyck family, the most prestigious assassination clan in the world, with a history spanning hundreds of years.

He was probably restless and unable to eat or sleep.

So... if you don't want to live a life of hiding like a rat.

I only have one choice, right?

The dagger slipped from his bosom.

Flip the serrated blade between your fingers, and feel the cool sensation spread from your fingertips to your palm.

Lant gently stroked the sharp serrations—hard, sharp, and carrying a metallic, metallic odor.

The knife made him feel both dangerous and safe.

Am I afraid of even a twelve-year-old child?

Buzz.....

A light blue aura rose up, swirling around him like a thin mist.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and his eyes gradually became calm.

I am Lant.

He was the deadly killer who pulled the trigger 365 times and took 361 lives.

I am not a mouse, nor do I hide like a mouse.

Thump.....

The blade stopped in the palm of his hand.

Lant gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white.

.........

Half an hour later, the dense forest became even more silent, with no gunshots or footsteps.

The silence was frightening.

The silvery moonlight spilled through the forest, falling on the leaves, on the tree trunks, and on...

A human figure appears.

Roy huddled in the pale shadows, motionless.

Pfft...

A soft tearing sound rang out, and the figure sitting upright in the shadows collapsed with a thud.

Behind the fallen figure was the fox-man who had just faded and reappeared.

Using his "false color" disguise, he crept up to Roy and slit his neck with a single stroke.

"Haha...dead...dead."

Feeling the salty, cold touch of the blade, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise, completely losing his usual composure.

The pressure and threat posed by Roy were too great.

He and a cripple were left from the five-person team; this was not something a twelve-year-old boy could do.

Each of them is a battle-hardened bounty hunter.

He died so easily in this dense forest.

But... why is it cold?

After the initial surprise, a question suddenly arose in Lant's mind.

Isn't human blood warm?

Subconsciously, Lant turned the figure in front of him over.

A man of medium build, with black hair and black eyes, and a face in his thirties came into his view.

Sugimoto? !

He recognized who it was at a glance.

And... what about that boy?

The moment Lant recognized the figure, he turned around abruptly, his eyes scanning his surroundings in terror.

No!

No!

Still no!

He looked around thoroughly, but there was no sign of Roy.

Could it be... that he escaped?

boom!

The sudden attack interrupted his thoughts.

A powerful hammer blow landed on his head.

It's Roy!

He jumped down from the sky—no, that's not right, he jumped down from the tree.

In a daze, Lant made this judgment.

What a terrifying power!

I felt waves of throbbing pain in my head, as if a steel needle had been pierced into it.

Lant couldn't help but sigh.

If I hadn't gathered all my thoughts at the top of my head in time, my head would probably have exploded like a watermelon.

Thankfully... thankfully... thankfully I am a Nen user.

"As expected of the Zoldycks..."

Lant regained his balance and turned his gaze to the boy standing in front of him.

"Cough cough..."

Roy had exerted too much force, which aggravated the wound on his left chest. The intense discomfort caused him to cough.

"Cough cough... You know... cough... you know I'm a Zoldyck and you still dare to attack? You're really... courting death..."

Carelessly wiping away the bruises from his mouth caused by the wound, Roy looked coldly at Lant.

"Ha...ha...people die for money, birds die for food, do you even know how much your Zoldyck family's heads are worth?"

"One hundred billion! A full one hundred billion, that's the money for ten missions."

Perhaps because of Roy's poor condition, or perhaps it was his last act of madness, Lant suddenly burst into laughter as he spoke.

"You say... so what if we made a move? I just regret not killing you with the first shot."

At this point, Lant regained his composure and looked at Roy with a cold gaze.

At the same time, he raised the serrated dagger in his hand.

"Cough cough... cough cough... Are Zoldycks really that valuable?"

Roy gave a wry smile.

He truly hadn't expected that the Zoldyck family members would be so valuable.

But... it doesn't seem that exaggerated.

Illumi, Silva, Maha, Kikyo... the images of the Zoldyck family flashed through his mind.

These monsters... a hundred billion is definitely an understatement!