Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 128 Physical Limits Lifted by 50%!

"Entangled, firm, flowing, hard... everything, not a single trace left."

Hisoka extended his right hand, index finger pointing outwards, and beckoned to Roy: "Come on... hit me again."

Roy looked up, his silver-gray pupils reflecting Hisoka's face, which was slightly distorted with excitement.

He took the first step.

very slow.

But each step is faster than the last.

From walking to running, from running to rushing...

...A silvery-white afterimage drew a straight line across the arena, heading straight for Hisoka.

His left fist lashed out with lightning speed, like a blur, flashing with a silvery-white light.

laugh...

His left fist struck Hisoka in the abdomen.

It wasn't his chest, it was his abdomen. Roy's punch was aimed at his chest, but it was blocked by that invisible wall.

With this punch, he changed position.

The fist sank in.

It didn't penetrate into the flesh, but rather into that layer of pinkish-pink Nen energy.

Silvery-white and pale blue light intertwined, tore, and burned on Hisoka's abdominal muscles, producing a series of soft crackling sounds, like someone lighting a string of firecrackers on the ring.

Hisoka looked down at the silver-white fist embedded in his abdomen.

His body did not move backward, did not sway, and his center of gravity did not shift.

He just kept his head down, looking at the fist as if it were a foolish moth that had landed on his clothes.

"This punch..." Hisoka's voice contained no pain, no anger, only a complex emotion that was hard to describe, somewhere between disappointment and satisfaction.

"Heavier than before...but still not enough..."

""

Hisoka pursed his lips, a hint of disappointment in his expression.

Although Roy's left fist was still pressed against Hisoka's abdomen, the silvery-white Nen light was still burning intensely between his fist and abdominal muscles, but it was dimming, shrinking, and gradually extinguishing.

Roy's knuckles made a faint cracking sound from the recoil, and the skin at his knuckles was already worn through, oozing dark red blood.

He looked up and gazed into Hisoka's golden eyes.

There was no fear, no despair in his eyes, only a calm, resolute expression: "This time... you... resisted with all your might, didn't you..."

'

Upon hearing this, Hisoka stared at Roy's silver-gray eyes for a long time... then slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile: "Hmm... I used it."

Click click...

Twisting his neck, Hisoka pulled his left hand out of his pocket for the first time, fingers spread, palm facing Roy's chest.

"As a reward"

Pink tendrils burst open from her fingertips.

...I'll let you fly one more time.

Ironic! ...

Roy's body was violently ejected from Hisoka's abdomen, like a cannonball, flying from the center of the ring into the air and then to the dome.

Then..

boom! ! ! !

He crashed down from the air, slamming into the concrete platform in the center of the ring.

The impact was heavier and more muffled than before, like a water-filled sack falling from a great height.

Roy's body bounced on the concrete platform, rolled twice, and finally lay there on his back, motionless.

The silvery-white aura emanating from his body completely extinguished.

There was a moment of silence in the stands... then a deafening roar erupted.

Some screamed, some cheered, some stood up, and some tore up their betting slips.

Fica jumped out of his seat, but was stopped by staff.

He struggled desperately, his red hair blazing like fire under the light: "Boss...!!"

"Boss..."

. ! ! ! "

Serapika sat in the players' lounge, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt, her knuckles white.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is a beautiful blue.

She wasn't watching the game, but she heard it—a muffled thud coming from a great distance, like something had broken.

On the ring, Hisoka stood in the center, his hands in his pockets, his golden eyes fixed on the motionless figure in the center of the stands.

There was no smile on his face.

It wasn't because he was unhappy, it was because... he was waiting.

Wait for that body to move, or for it to remain still forever.

"Can you create more surprises for me?"

Hisoka's eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he were expecting something, or perhaps waiting to destroy something.

Roy lay on the concrete steps, face up, eyes half-open, pupils unfocused.

His right arm was folded under his body at an unnatural angle, while his left arm lay out to his side with his fingers slightly curled and a faint, almost invisible, fading silvery-white light still lingering at his fingertips.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

But judging from his lip movements, he said, "Physical liberation... fifty percent!!!"

These five words didn't seem to be squeezed out of Roy's throat; rather, they seemed to be hammered out bit by bit from the bones, from the marrow, from the deepest part of that body that had been repeatedly pounded by the Zoldyck family's training for twelve years.

Snap!

It wasn't the sound of breaking a finger; it was the resonance of every bone in the body at the same instant.

Every bone rotates within its joint socket, every joint readjusts its angle, and every inch of the spine emits a series of fine, clicking sounds, like gears meshing, as it straightens from a curve.

It's not shattered, it's reassembled, like a disassembled precision instrument being reassembled by an unseen hand, with each part returning to its rightful place.

Then... a new layer of Nen began to emerge on Roy's body surface, not the faint, misty, silvery-white one from before...

It is a deeper, darker, and more metallic iron gray, like steel that has been quenched, like a blade that has been polished, cold and hard, with a sense of oppression that makes people instinctively want to back away.

That layer of spiritual energy seeped out from the surface of his body, gushing out from every pore, every inch of skin, every wound, his broken right arm, his abraded knuckles, and the gaps in his shattered ribs.

There are no pores, no meridians, and no flow path of ki familiar to any Nen user.

His wounds were actually pores, and those dark red, still bleeding cracks were now breathing out iron-gray Nen energy, like hungry mouths, breathing, devouring, and pouring some kind of power that did not belong to this world into his body.

Thump...!

Roy's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't just an ordinary heartbeat; it was a vibration that could be felt throughout the entire arena, like an ancient bell being struck, the sound traveling from the chest to the ground, from the ground to the stands, and from the stands to the feet of every spectator.

Those who were just screaming, cheering, and tearing up the tickets fell silent. It wasn't because they didn't want to speak, but because their bodies had forgotten how to speak for a moment, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

Hisoka's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

It wasn't out of fear, it was because... he sensed it.

The white-haired boy lying on the ground is turning from prey into hunter.

It is not an increase in power, but a leap in essence.

Like a snake shedding its skin, the old skin hasn't completely fallen off yet, but the new skin has already revealed scales—golden, moist, and blood-streaked scales.

His golden eyes reflected the image of Roy's body slowly rising from the depression, not standing up, but floating up.

It was as if an invisible hand was supporting his back, lifting him up little by little from the broken cement debris.