Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 123 Hisoka's Weakness

The three walked down the corridor without saying a word.

Fica tried to speak several times, but after glancing at Serapika on his left and then at Roy on his right, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The corridor was long, with closed doors on both sides, each door marked with a different number... the players' lounge.

Every door was tightly shut, like a pair of closed mouths.

Roy stopped in front of a door and glanced at the door number: 200-11.

Push it open and go inside.

The room wasn't large, with a long table, a few chairs, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window offering views of the 200th floor of the Sky Arena.

The area was bustling with noise and fireworks, and the distant horizon was clearly visible in the midday sun.

Roy sat down at the table, Fica sat to his left, and Serapika sat opposite him.

The three people sat around a table, like a miniature version of a round table meeting.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Fika finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Boss, are you really sure you can pull this off?"

Roy glanced at him: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"Hisoka!"

Fica raised her voice a little.

"You're going to fight him tomorrow, you need to have... a plan, right?"

Roy did not answer immediately.

He placed his right hand on the table, his fingers spread, looking at the faint, silvery-white aura in his palm, which resembled water vapor.

The light flickered in my palm, like a heartbeat, or like a silent countdown.

"Plan?" Roy withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair.

"no."

Fica's eyes widened: "No?!"

"The plan is useless against Hisoka."

"He's the kind of person who gets more excited the more you plan things out."

"He will dismantle your plan layer by layer, like unwrapping a gift, looking at each piece one by one, and then piecing all the fragments back together into a shape you don't recognize at all."

Serapika spoke, her voice cold and clear: "So, how do you plan to fight?"

Roy glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips: "How do you fight? With your fists."

Fika nearly jumped out of his chair: "Boss...!"

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"I was just kidding."

Roy retracted the curve and sat up straight.

"Hiso has two abilities."

He began to speak, his tone as calm as if he were reading from a textbook.

"His Nen is flexible and elastic, like a sticky gum. He can stick his Nen to his opponent like chewing gum, restricting their movement, or he can use his elasticity to move at high speed or launch attacks."

"Another type is the illusion of thinness, which can create a membrane with texture that can mimic anything."

"This kind of thought can fake wounds, fake severed limbs, fake anything he wants to fake."

Fica listened, stunned: "So... he has almost no weaknesses?"

Everyone has weaknesses.

Roy's silver-gray eyes appeared exceptionally deep under the light.

"Hiso's weakness... is... he enjoys the process too much."

"He won't go all out immediately when facing prey he's identified as his prey."

"He'll play first, test the waters first, and appreciate it first."

"He treats battles like a performance, seeing himself as the protagonist on stage, while his opponents are the backdrop for his life's sublimation."

"So you're going to use this?" Fica's eyes lit up.

"It's not about taking advantage."

Roy stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the midday sun was bright and the temperature was high, even the distant horizon was tinged with a faint halo.

"I'll let him continue acting. If he wants to play, I'll play along."

"He wanted to test me, so I let him test me; he wanted to see... so I showed him."

Roy turned around, his back to the blazing sun outside the window, his short, silvery-white hair edged with a faint silver rim in the reflection of the glass.

"But when he thinks I've completely seen through and accepted me... I'll give him a punch."

Fica swallowed hard: "One punch?"

"One punch."

Roy raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and a silvery-white aura suddenly condensed.

hum!

A punch was thrown, ripples spreading through the air, and the supercharged fist gleamed.

"I only have one punch left... After that..."

"Either he falls, or I fall."

A sharp gust of wind from the punch swept through the empty room, ruffling a few strands of hair on Fica and Serapika's foreheads.

A few seconds passed.

Serapika spoke up: "Are you confident?"

Serapika's voice was very soft, but when it landed in the quiet room, it was like a pebble thrown into a deep well, creating silent ripples.

Fika didn't respond. Both of them looked at Roy, waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to give an answer that would allow them to sleep tonight.

Roy lowered his fist, and the silvery-white spiritual light slowly faded from his fist, like the tide receding into the sea, leaving no trace.

He looked at his hands for a while, then raised his head, his gaze passing over Fica, past Serapika, and landing on the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The distant horizon outside the window, bathed in the bright sunlight, resembled a clear boundary between heaven and earth.

I'm not sure...

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After a moment of silence, Roy calmly said, "But... I will never lose!"

He spoke those last few words with unwavering resolve and crisp precision.

No one asked anymore.

Fica shut his mouth, and Serapika lowered his head.

The three of them sat around a table in the players' lounge on the 200th floor, remaining silent for a long time.

"Alright, stop looking so sad."

Rustling sounds...

Roy stood up, pushed the chair back under the table very quietly, and the chair legs brushed the ground without making a sound.

He walked towards the door, took two steps, then stopped without turning back: "It's time to go..."

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Loy opened the door and stepped into the corridor, calmly walking towards the depths of the passage, with Fica and Serapika following closely behind...

The hallway was quiet; the carpet absorbed all the footsteps.

The three of them walked for a long time, passing one closed door after another. Behind each door lived someone who had conquered two hundred floors.

Some of them were already asleep, some were still awake, some were waiting for tomorrow, and some were waiting for the next tomorrow.

No one knows whether they will be able to see the sun set after it rises tomorrow.

After passing through several rooms and turning several corners, the three of them finally arrived at the corridor of the competition registration area.

The corridor is about 100 meters long, with white walls on both sides and nothing else, except for a red table that is no more than a meter long and wide at the end of the corridor.

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Behind the desk, the registrar, dressed in an orange Sky Arena uniform skirt, stood silently, her two brown eyes fixed on Roy and his two companions at the entrance of the passageway.

"Boss?"

Fica glanced at the otherwise ordinary passageway and asked Roy softly, "It seems different from what you said. I don't feel any pressure..."

..Woolen cloth?!"

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