Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 137 One against five, the odds are in my favor

"neck?"

Upon hearing Roy's words, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses sensed something; he felt a slight stinging pain in his neck.

A stinging pain!?

Subconsciously... he reached out his right hand and touched his neck. A slightly dull, grainy sensation came from his palm, unlike the smoothness of normal skin.

Am I injured?

His pupils dilated as he looked at the gold-rimmed glasses, somewhat incredulous, but the tangible sensation clearly confirmed the reality.

"How does it feel?"

Looking at the astonished expression on the man's face, Luo Yi, who was not far away, smiled and asked, "The Yin Beast... doesn't seem to be anything special."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' pupils contracted slightly, and he lowered his fingers from his neck, glancing down at his fingertips.

The dark red blood droplets gleamed moistly under the light.

this...

His lips twitched, not from pain, but from shame.

A Nen user who had ruled the underworld for over a decade had his throat slit by someone who appeared out of nowhere.

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He was a child, and he didn't even know when he was cut off...

"you--.!"

Before he could finish speaking, a slender figure flashed from afar, moving with the speed of an arrow shot from the darkness.

His face was long, with high cheekbones and thin lips. His narrow eyes were half-open and half-closed, like a lizard basking in the sun. Black spiritual energy seeped from the tips of his ten fingers, making them look even more like claws, the claws of a wild beast.

The person who came over was a sick dog... the leader of the Yin Beasts.

"Cut Blade, you've regressed."

The sick dog's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if it were talking to the air, but its eyes were fixed on Roy, like a snake staring at a mouse.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses straightened his crooked glasses and wiped the blood from his neck.

"He's very fast, be careful..."

"He's fast, of course, but I'm faster."

The sick dog's mouth opened slightly, revealing sharp teeth: "And... my teeth are very sharp..."

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Leaning slightly forward with its weight on its forelegs, the sick dog adopted the posture of a wild beast poised to pounce, baring its teeth.

His most formidable feature is the two rows of sharp teeth in his mouth, which he has enhanced with his Nen energy and are capable of crushing bones.

"Um?"

Roy's pupils contracted slightly, and an expression of interest appeared in his eyes: "It seems you're all prepared to attack together."

"It's not just them..."

A gust of wind blew by, and another person flashed by.

He was short and chubby, with a round face, round nose, and round belly, like a character straight out of a comic book.

But his eyes weren't round; they were triangular, with the corners drooping down like two scissors that weren't closed.

He... had his hands in his pockets, his expression cold.

The person coming from behind is Zhi, the deputy leader of the Yin Beasts.

There were two other people following behind him.

One was a tall, thin bamboo pole with long arms, slender fingers, and a long, thin neck, making him look like an elongated doll.

His posture was strange; it didn't look like he was standing, but rather like he was hanging... His shoulders slumped, his spine bent forward, and his whole body resembled an upside-down bat.

The other was a short, stout man with a thick beard and very short hair, like a potato that had just been pulled out of the ground.

His hands were behind his back, his fingers interlaced, his knuckles white, as if he were twisting something tightly.

With the four people who came in later, and Cai Ren, there are now five people standing opposite Luo Yi, five directions, five pairs of eyes, all staring at him at the same time.

"Oh dear...it seems a bit dangerous..."

"

"Can I... surrender?" Roy stood there, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

But the five Yin Beasts were not affected by his action, because it was obvious that Roy was just... teasing?

There was no hint of surrender or submission on his face or in his eyes; instead, his expression was more playful.

"You seem very confident?"

The sick dog's eyes grew cold, and a pale blue aura emanated from its body, covering its entire form.

The four judges did the same thing as him, each of the five people displaying a different color of spiritual energy.

I just don't know what departments they belong to.

Roy's silver-gray pupils swept from the sick dog's face to the leech's face, from the leech's face to the bamboo pole's face, from the bamboo pole's face to the bearded man's face, and finally back to the cutter's face.

He had already begun to analyze and observe the five people in his mind.

The word "cutting blade" refers to scissors, a "cutting blade" manifested from Nen, capable of cutting through Nen, air, and even joints.

But before using the scissors, he used Nen threads, which is a Manipulation-type ability.

Roy's brow twitched slightly.

This person is not simply a conjurer; he may also have good aptitude in manipulation, or his scissors may inherently possess manipulation-like characteristics.

Conjuration users often incorporate elements from other types into their abilities, just like Kurapika's chains have multiple attributes such as enhancement, manipulation, and conjuration.

And the scissors on the blade can also be used for long-range slashes... so he also has some ranged abilities, but...

His core concept should still be materialization, and those two pairs of scissors are proof of that.

And that tall, thin lizard-like face... its sharp teeth are unlike those of a normal human, and its attack posture and other behaviors are more like those of a wild beast, so it should be an Enhancement type.

His Nen didn't exhibit any materialization characteristics, nor did it have any Manipulation-type strings, Emission-type ranged attacks, or Transmutation-type nature changes. It was likely that he simply used Nen to enhance his teeth and speed.

This is a pure, singular reinforcement concept.

Just like Uvogin, he takes each punch and each bite seriously.

But his purity is often the most dangerous; his sharp teeth and biting tongue are something he can't withstand.

So you can't let him bite you.

As for the last three, the short, chubby, round-faced one should be a manipulation type. His fingers are short and thick, and his spirit threads often unconsciously seep out from his fingertips, forming formations, entanglements, and pulls.

This is clearly a characteristic of the operating system.

The tall, thin man, with long, slender arms, made no apparent movements, and his mental energy remained stable; nothing could be discerned at this point...

However, if we consider the standard setup for a hunting party, now with Conjuration type, high skill level, and enhanced abilities...

Tie...

That skinny guy should be either an Emission type or a Transmutation type. As for Specialization type... there shouldn't be any in the Shadow Beast Squad, those are special Nen users, one in 100,000.

Then there was... another one... a short, stout man with a thick beard.

His hands were constantly wreathed in dark red Nen energy, like congealed blood.

So, is his Nen type of emission? No, that's not right.

His dark red aura is more like... a transformation element.

According to Bisky's teachings, the essence of the Transmutation type is to change the nature of one's Nen, allowing the Nen to "simulate" or "replicate" the specific properties of a certain substance. In this way, the user can give their Nen new properties, such as Hisoka's "gum" property or Killua's "electric" property.

His Nen... its color and texture were different from others; it was dark red, viscous, like a liquid solid, as if the nature of his Nen had been altered.

That's right... the nature of the thought was changed, and Roy's gaze lingered on him for an extra second.

Based on the current situation, the gold-rimmed-eyed male tailor is likely a materialization type, a sick dog enhancement type, a short, chubby, round-faced manipulation type, the tall, thin man like a bamboo pole release type is yet to be determined, and the short, chubby man with a thick beard is a transformation type.

Five people, each with their own Nen ability, were marked in Roy's mind, like a well-organized file.

case.

While Roy was deep in thought, the five members of the Shadow Beasts, led by the Sick Dog, had already positioned themselves in five different directions, surrounding Roy in the middle.

Their positions were not random; they were planned. Leeches were at the back, responsible for setting up and controlling the formation; bamboo poles were on the left, responsible for restraining and pulling; bearded man was on the right, responsible for entanglement and restriction; sick dogs were in front, responsible for the main attack and tearing; and the cleaver moved among them, responsible for the fatal slashes.

This is a well-trained formation; each player should know where to stand and what to do.

Roy's eyes reflected the changes in the positions of the five people, but he didn't show any extra emotion; he just slightly curved the corners of his mouth.

It's not a laugh, but an interesting expression.

He hadn't seen many Nen users, but each one left a deep impression on him: Hisoka's Transmutation type, Bisky's Transmutation type, Wing's Enhancement type, Bolt's Conjuration type, and Saen's Specialization type.

Now, five different types of Nen users stand before him, like five different shaped knives aimed at his throat.

This was his first time experiencing something like this.

That's quite interesting.

The allure in Roy's eyes grew stronger, and his gaze towards the five became increasingly dangerous.

But among them... there was no worry or fear...

A bunch of weaklings, unable to even withstand a punch from Uvogin. No matter how diverse their abilities or how well they coordinate, it's all the same, even if they haven't developed their Nen abilities yet.

But... dealing with them... that's just a warm-up...

Zoldyck and Shingen-ryu... the only two teachings in the world gave Roy unparalleled confidence.

hum!

As he pondered, iron-gray Nen began to seep out of Roy's skin again... This time it wasn't a thin layer, but a thick mass, like a compressed metal armor.

He clenched his fingers, his silver-gray pupils sweeping over the five people, his eyes calm and unwavering, exuding an aura of superiority.

"Five elements, five abilities."

Roy's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were saying to himself, "The combination is good... but your Nen isn't pure enough."

"If I'm not mistaken, your Nen abilities were all forcibly developed... not naturally evolved."

The sick dog's pupils dilated, and a look of shock appeared on its face.

They...were seen through.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The sick dog's teeth were grinding together, and its spiritual energy condensed at the tips of its teeth into a dazzling white light, its voice and appearance restrained.

"hehe....

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Roy smiled and did not argue.

"The five of you."

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"Let's all come at each other..."

'

Upon hearing this, the sick dog's lips curled into a slight smile, its upper and lower teeth grinding together with a clicking sound, and its face displayed a "you're asking for it" expression: "Arrogant!"

With a sharp shout, his body shot out from the spot, not in a straight line, but in an arc. He bypassed Roy's left side and cut in from his blind spot.

His mouth was wide open, and his sharp teeth gleamed a cold white under the light, aimed at Roy's throat.

Roy's body tilted slightly to the left, not by much, but just enough for the sick dog's teeth to glide across the left side of his throat, biting only air.

His right fist shot out from his waist, the fist aimed straight at the sick dog's chest.

The sick dog's body suddenly stopped in mid-air, not by its own choice, but by being pulled back. Hiru pulled his hands out of his pockets, and fine, hair-like threads from the tips of his ten fingers wrapped around the sick dog's waist, pulling him back.

Roy's fist missed its mark.

"He reacted very quickly."

The leech's sound is rough, like sandpaper scraping an iron plate, but its movements are very delicate, as delicate as performing surgery.

His fingers flicked in the air, and the mental threads extended from his fingertips, not as an attack, but as a formation, weaving an impenetrable net at Roy's feet, above his head, and to his left and right sides.

Just then, the bamboo pole moved.

His arm stretched in the air—not literally stretched, but with Nen—extending from his fingertips like a stretched rubber band, shooting out from Roy's left side.

It wasn't an attack, it was an entangling attack. His Nen energy circled twice around Roy's left arm before tightening abruptly.

Bang!

Iron-gray Nen exploded on his left arm, and Roy snapped the Nen strand.

But his right arm was entangled again, not by the bamboo pole's energy, but by a beard.

The bearded man pulled his hand out from behind his back, his ten fingers tipped with dark red Nen energy, like congealed blood, extending from his fingertips and circling three times around Roy's right arm.

Instantly, Roy's body was frozen in place.

But he wasn't completely immobile; he was just being held back. His left arm was being pulled by a bamboo pole, his right arm by a bushy beard, leeches were waiting at his feet, and the teeth of a sick dog were spinning above his head.

And... the scissors also walked over from the wall, their silver-white blades re-emerging on the index and middle fingers of both hands, their silver-white edges gleaming with a cold white light under the lamp.

He walked up to Roy, less than an arm's length away, and pointed the blade of the scissors at Roy's throat.

"You just asked me how I was feeling?"

The sound of the cutting blade was very soft, so soft that it seemed to be talking to the scissors.

"Now, I'm telling you... it feels terrible."

Roy's lips curled up slightly.

He revealed a strange expression.

next second...

boom!

Iron-gray Nen energy exploded simultaneously from every part of his body—his fists, wrists, skin, muscles, bones, and every pore... The explosions shattered the Nen strands wrapped around his arms, shattered the Nen threads beneath his feet, tore apart the net above his head, and blasted away the people nearby...

After the shock, Roy moved. He didn't move backward... but forward, towards the direction of the blade.

With a punch, shimmering with a silvery-gray luster, the fist aimed straight at the blade's chest.

Click!

The shears crossed in front of his chest, their blades aimed at Roy's fist.

But in the instant the two interacted, Roy's fist shattered his scissors in one blow, offering no resistance whatsoever...

Finally... Roy's fist sank an inch into the blade's chest, leaving a deep fist mark and sending him flying.

With a "thud!", his body flew backward, his back slammed against the wall, and he bounced back, kneeling on the ground, the scissors disappearing from his fingertips.