Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Where...where?"

In the dark passageway of the ship's cabin, Roy muttered to himself as he searched for something.

His gaze swept coldly in all directions, like that of an emotionless machine.

Needless to say, his current state is similar to that of the bounty hunter team he killed before; both times, Illumi's Nen was activated under extremely dangerous circumstances.

As for why Roy doesn't run away like Killua whenever he activates this Nen, but instead uses all his strength to completely eliminate the danger...

It must be an instinctive choice deeply ingrained in the soul of the Great Foodie Empire.

Any entity that threatens our safety must be eliminated at its source to prevent future troubles!

This explains why Roy and Killua react differently when faced with a life-threatening situation.

Roy subconsciously adheres to the historical attributes of a gluttonous empire that eradicates evil completely and eliminates it at its root.

The attitude towards life is: I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will eradicate them completely and prevent any future troubles.

When Roy enters this state, he is terrifying, ruthless, and extremely goal-oriented.

For example, right now he only has one thought.

Find that monster...

Kill them!

boom!

After a loud bang, Roy's right foot slammed into the iron floor, creating a deep crater. Using the recoil, he was propelled forward like a cannonball.

"Hey, why are you following me? I finally gave you a break..."

In the dimly lit corridor, a white figure, slightly taller than Roy by half a head, subtly tilted its left shoulder, causing Roy, who was flying over, to miss its target.

"Tell me, why bother?"

The figure muttered a helpless complaint as he slowly turned to look at Luo Yi, who had his back to him.

Roy didn't reply, but instead swiftly spun around, his right elbow sweeping like a knife towards the back of Yumongard's neck.

The elbow slicing through the air produced a sharp, tearing sound, like ripping silk...

This strike was powerful and heavy, clearly intended to kill.

"Heh...not bad..."

The long white hair was lifted by the elbow gust, and Yumongard chuckled, leaning forward slightly so that the elbow tip grazed an inch above the back of its neck without touching a single hair.

"But it's too slow!"

boom!

As he dodged Roy's attack, he unleashed a vicious whip kick, striking Roy squarely in the side and sending him flying.

"Tsk."

Roy gritted his teeth and groaned. When he landed, his right foot was unsteady, and he swayed, almost falling over.

Fortunately, he felt no pain in his current state, only mechanical movements.

So... awesome!!!

Before he could regain his footing, his left foot had already plowed out along the ground, its target being Yumongard's slender, fair, bare feet.

If that kick lands squarely, it could pierce a hole in an iron plate, let alone a bone.

The next second...

Yumongad jumped up—no, no, not jumped… he floated.

Its body floated off the ground like a feather blown by the wind, its toes just brushing past Roy's instep, landing three steps away.

He then turned around and calmly looked at Roy.

The faint smile at the corner of his mouth hadn't disappeared, and there was no emotion in his pale golden eyes, only a faint look, as if he were looking at something insignificant.

"Sigh, are you not afraid of dying?... "

Its voice was very soft and faint, carrying a hint of confusion.

It's not sarcasm, it's genuine confusion.

It's like an adult looking at a child who doesn't know what's good for them. They've already given the child a chance, so why keep chasing after them and courting death? What's the point?

Roy did not answer.

But his right hand was already raised horizontally to shoulder level, his body sank slightly, his knees bent, his center of gravity was between his feet, his left foot stepped back half a step, his right foot was half bent, and he threw a standard lunge punch at Yumongaard.

"Hmm, what position are you in?"

Yumongard tilted its head, somewhat unable to understand Roy's technique; it had never seen a similar move among the people it had absorbed.

Roy didn't answer, but stubbornly stood there, blocking Yumongard's way.

"Not answering?... No problem, I'll just eat you up."

Yumengaard gave a bitter smile.

A cruel smile played on that handsome face, which bore the hallmarks of Usain Bolt.

Between his lips and teeth, grayish-white fangs reappeared, not the previous spiraled, shark-like teeth—they were new. Shorter, denser, and more even.

Then it moved.

It's not a pounce, not a rush... it's a slide.

Its body slid silently from the end of the passageway like a leaf blown by the wind.

Her long white hair flowed in the wind, her robe danced in the breeze, and her bare feet stepped on the iron plate without making a sound.

It was so fast that Roy only had time to see a white afterimage.

"Segment 1.5... Open!"

With a thought flashing through his mind, Roy did not dodge. He briefly increased his physical limits to 39 percent of the point of near collapse, and the body that had previously been just a white afterimage slowly became clear in his eyes.

With extreme observation, he could even see Yumongard's teeth... those grayish-white, short, dense, porcelain-like teeth.

You can also see its pale golden pupils... blinking like compound eyes.

Then... his fist stabbed out!

It swung out half a step straight out, like a long spear.

The trajectory of the fist is a straight line, without curves, feints, or diversions...

Only power and speed, only the purest, most primitive, and most irrational violence.

boom! ! !

A tremendous force exploded at Roy's fist! All the power was released in the same instant.

The fist slammed into Yumengaard's chest—no, no, it wasn't a slam, it was a chisel, like chiseling ice in a mine, piercing through Yumengaard's chest.

Then Roy's attacks came like a storm, relentless, one punch after another, one punch after another...

Until countless fist marks appeared on Yumongaard's chest, along with a fist-sized hole right in the bullseye...

"What kind of trick is that...?"

Despite enduring countless lunge punches from Roy, Yumongard ignored the wound on his chest and instead asked a trivial question.

However, Roy had no extra emotions at the moment; he had only one goal: to kill Yumongard, who posed a threat to his life.

So... his fists didn't stop... not only did they not stop, they got even faster.

The sixth punch, the seventh punch, the eighth punch, the ninth punch, the tenth punch...

Roy was like a wound-up machine, mechanically punching the hole in Yumongard's chest again and again.

With each punch, he could bring out more grayish-white fragments and splash out more dark green liquid, but each punch seemed to fail to achieve the effect he wanted.

For example, right now... Jumengaard calmly uttered a few words as if nothing had happened:

"Have you... had enough of this?"