Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 126: Did they miss?!

3 PM.

Sunlight streamed down through the glass dome, bathing the entire circular arena in a molten gold-like sheen.

Light shines through the glass that has been broken into countless fragments, casting interplay of light and shadow on the dark green cushion.

At the edge of the arena, where the passageway extends, the fan-shaped stands were packed with people. The well-dressed VIPs in the front row whispered among themselves, exchanging information and opinions. Occasionally, someone would let out a short laugh, which was quickly suppressed by the heavy atmosphere around them.

In the last row, Bisky sat with her legs crossed, a piece of fruit candy in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out slightly.

Her gaze swept over the dense crowd and landed on the silver-white figure on the arena. Her azure eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile curved her lips, like a master watching a final exam.

In the player tunnel, Roy stood there, leaning against the cold wall, his hands in his pockets, his eyes half-closed, like a cat taking a nap.

He had changed his clothes... but it was still that old jacket, worn white by the wind and sand of the canyon, with the collar open.

The bluish-purple finger mark on her neck, which had mostly faded and was now just a faint trace, was exposed.

Fika stood beside him, her red hair gleaming like a restless fire under the light.

He didn't speak, but glanced every now and then at the closed door at the end of the passage.

Behind the door was the arena, the lights, and that person.

"Boss."

Fica finally spoke: "You really don't need me in the audience?"

"unnecessary."

Roy opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils shining like two polished glass beads under the light: "Trust me!"

Fica bit her lip and said nothing more.

Creak!

Just then, the door at the end of the passage was pushed open from the outside.

A staff member poked his head in and nodded to Roy.

"Your turn."

Roy straightened up from the wall, dusted off the unseen dust on his coat, and walked towards the door.

Fika followed behind, took two steps and then stopped, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his palms.

"Boss."

His voice trembled slightly, "We must win."

Roy didn't turn around, but simply raised his right hand and waved it lightly in the air as a response.

The door opened.

Light flooded in, so bright it was blinding.

Roy squinted for a moment, then opened his eyes and stepped out.

The arena is directly in front of us.

Dark green cushioning, golden sunlight, a semi-circular dome, a sea of ​​black seats, and...

Across the ring, there was a person with their back to him, facing the audience.

Tall red hair, tight top, dark trousers.....

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as if he were sunbathing on his own balcony.

The noise from the stands suddenly quieted down for a moment, then erupted into an even louder roar.

Some people screamed, some cheered, some whistled, and some shouted the person's name:

Hisoka! Hisoka! Hisoka!

Hisoka turned around.

His face wasn't made up like a clown, but it had teardrops, stars, and a pair of slender, golden eyes that were slightly narrowed.

Those eyes fell on Roy, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, like a snake sizing up its prey—no, more than sizing up, more than scrutinizing.

It is a morbid expectation that Xi Jinping only has when he has driven his prey into a corner and watches it struggle, grow, and transform.

"good afternoon."

Hisoka's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet ring area.

He tilted his head, and a slow smile curved his lips.

"glad you came."

Roy stepped onto the ring and stood in his place.

There was a distance of about five meters between him and Hisoka. The dark green cushioning pads sank slightly under their feet and bounced back, with a gentle elasticity that did not reject anyone.

"They're here."

Loy said.

Hisoka's smile deepened.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and drew a circle in the air. Pink spiritual lines extended from his fingertips, shimmering faintly in the sunlight like spider silk.

"I've been waiting for this day..."

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"I've been waiting for a long time."

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"Yeah?"

Roy looked over calmly, placing his hands naturally at his side: "Since we've waited so long, let's not wait any longer. Let's just... begin."

After saying that, Roy waved his right hand in the direction of the referee: "Just announce the start, referee."

Upon hearing this, the referee raised his right hand, looked at the two players, and confirmed that both were in position and had agreed.

Sa!

He swung his right hand down heavily: "The match!!!"

"start!!!!"

In an instant, the air on the arena froze.

Hisoka did not move.

He remained standing there, hands in his pockets, head tilted, his golden eyes fixed on Roy, like a teacher waiting for a student to pose a question.

Roy moved first, taking a half step forward with his right foot, bending his knee slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and bringing his right fist to his side with his fingers clenched.

A silvery-white aura emerged from the surface of the fist, condensing, compressing, and brightening layer by layer.

From light to dark, from dark to bright, from bright to dazzling, it's like someone lit up a star on the surface of a fist.

But he didn't shoot.

He knew that Hisoka was waiting for him to make a move.

It wasn't because he lacked patience, but because he wanted to see how much stronger Roy had become, how sweet the fruit had become, and whether this long-awaited game was worth his enjoyment!

On Roy's right fist, the silvery-white aura shone brightly.

This was a complete, all-or-nothing gamble for Roy; he had poured all his hopes...everything he had left, onto that fist.

No consideration for defense, no consideration for retreat... only forward.

"Not bad... you actually started reciting."

Hisoka's eyes lit up.

He stretched out his right hand from his pocket and pointed his index finger in the air.

"As long as you hit me... with one punch..."

"I'll give you a reward..."

Roy did not answer.

His right foot slammed into the ground, and then... he shot forward.

It's not a straight line.

It was a zigzag line, half a step to the left, half a step to the right, and then half a step to the left again, like a fish leaping on the water's surface. Each change of direction left a silvery-white afterimage in Hisoka's sight.

Hisoka did not move.

He merely turned his eyes slightly, tracking the silvery-white trail, the curve of his lips deepening little by little, like an audience member watching a dance.

A few seconds later, Roy suddenly appeared to Hisoka's right.

It's not a blind spot.....

For someone like Hisoka, there are no blind spots.

But this was the best angle Roy could choose.

boom!

His right fist shot out from his waist, a long, scorching trail of silvery-white Nen light shooting through the air, heading straight for Hisoka's ribs.

Unfortunately, the shot missed...

In front of the fist, Hisoka's body floated back half a step like a piece of paper being blown by the wind.

Just the right amount of time, enough for Roy's fist to graze the fabric of his chest.

The force of the punch blew his red hair back, revealing his smooth forehead and those frighteningly bright golden eyes.