Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Boss, you're amazing."

In the lounge, a red-haired boy jogged over and handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Snapped……

Roy casually took it and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Glug... Glug...

A cool, refreshing sensation spread from his throat into his abdomen, and he unconsciously relaxed a little.

"He's too weak. He looks strong but is all bark and no bite. As for you, are you ready?"

Roy put down the mineral water bottle, twisted the cap tight, and placed it aside, glancing indifferently at the red-haired boy.

"We've been prepared for this for a long time. It's just a basic test at level one, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, boss, I won't hold you back."

The red-haired boy, Fica, thumped his chest loudly, looking completely unfazed.

"hehe……"

A cold, disdainful voice rang out from beside Fica.

"Someone always likes to boast; it'll be interesting if he loses."

Disturbed by the sound, Fica's confident demeanor instantly crumbled. He turned his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"Seraphia, you have so little faith in me?"

"Lack of confidence? No, no, I've never believed in you..."

In the shadows, the tall girl gently pushed aside the red-haired boy and stepped past Roy at the doorway...

"And... next round is... my turn..."

Wow!!!

Stepping out of the curtain, Serapika was greeted by a bustling crowd inside.

Countless gamblers held up their bets and shouted for the winner.

"Yes... let's get him!"

"Dry him to death!"

"Smash it with your left hand!"

"Kick him!..."

"Sigh...you good-for-nothing..."

"..."

The sounds included cheers, screams, and curses...

But as they flowed through Serapika's ear, they all turned into meaningless noise.

All she could see now was the circular arena in the center of the arena, clearly marked with the number C-15; nothing else...

She doesn't care at all.....

Tap tap tap.....

Stepping onto the stone steps that were only a few steps high, Serapika arrived at the arena.

A tall, slender figure was already standing opposite her...

"Oh... I didn't expect it to be a little girl who came up this time..."

The figure took two steps forward, and the light shone on his face, revealing a sharp, somewhat effeminate face.

His eyes were narrow and long, and there was always a half-smile on the corner of his mouth that made people uncomfortable.

He wore a tight black vest that accentuated his lean but muscular physique, and his arms were tattooed with two intertwined snakes that crawled from his wrists to his shoulders.

"Little sister, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

The tall, thin man tilted his head, his voice carrying an undisguised frivolity.

"This is a fighting arena, not an amusement park. If you're not careful, your delicate little face might get ruined..."

Serapika did not answer.

She didn't even look at him.

Her gaze passed over his shoulder and landed on the white circular rim in the center of the ring.

That's the position the competitors must stand in before the competition begins.

She walked over, stood still, and then looked up at the referee.

His brown pupils held no emotion...no tension, no anger, no fear.

There is only one kind of emptiness, like a mirror that has been wiped clean.

"Let's begin..."

The referee glanced at her, then at the tall, thin man opposite him, and raised his right hand: "Both sides, get ready..."

The tall, thin man shrugged, slowly walked to his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and tilted his head to look at Serapika:

"You know what? I love quiet girls like you the most. When you cry, your voice is so...beautiful."

He deliberately dragged out the word "pleasant to hear," flicking his tongue between his teeth.

Serapika still didn't look at him.

The referee's right hand fell...

"start!"

The tall, thin man didn't move.

He stood there, hands still in his pockets, that unsettling smile playing on his lips.

"Little sister, you go first. I'll give you three moves, so no one will say I'm bullying you..."

You haven't finished saying the word yet.

Serapika has already moved.

She didn't rush, she didn't run...

It was like a leaf blown by the wind, going from stillness to extreme speed without any transition, covering most of the distance between the two people in one step.

bass!

The short sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath at the waist, and a cold white arc, as thin as a hair, leaped out of the scabbard, like a leaping carp.

The tall, thin man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before his hand had even been pulled out of his pocket, his body had already instinctively leaned back...

But it was still too slow.....

The tip of the knife grazed an inch in front of his nose, severing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

He was momentarily stunned by the sharp glint of the blade, lost his balance, staggered a couple of steps, and almost fell.

"you!"

The tall, thin man cried out in shock.

But Serapika didn't give him a chance to continue speaking.

As her dagger missed its mark, her right foot swung up from below and kicked him in the abdomen.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was very accurate... right in the heart.

"ah........!!!!"

The tall, thin man's body resembled a flattened shrimp, folded up from the abdomen, his upper and lower body almost touching. Air was squeezed out of his lungs from his trachea, emitting a howl that sounded more like a wild beast than a human.

He... knelt down.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, his fingers spread wide, his nails digging into the cracks in the arena floor, and he was panting heavily.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, staining the floor and leaving small, damp patches.

Serapika stood in front of him, looking down at him.

His brown pupils held no emotion.

"waste....."

She uttered two words indifferently, turned around, and walked towards the exit.

The referee paused for two seconds, then raised his right hand:

"The winner—number 366!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"What's going on? Why is it the same move again?"

"Who is that little girl?"

"I didn't even see anything clearly, how did it end already!"

"Damn it! I lost money again!"

"......"

Ignoring the roar behind her, Serapika calmly accepted the card from the referee that granted her advancement to the 99th floor, without turning around...

She walked back to the lounge, lifted the curtain, and saw Fika staring at her with her mouth agape and eyes wide open, looking on incredulously.

Roy leaned against the wall, his silver-gray pupils looking at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing an expression that said, "You did a good job."

"You...you..." Fica pointed at Serapika, his finger trembling.

"When...did you become so strong?"

Serapikali ignored him.

She walked to a chair in the corner, sat down, picked up her water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

Then she looked up at Fika:

"Didn't you say you wouldn't hold us back?"

Her voice was cold and tinged with disdain.

"I've already finished playing, what about you?"

"I..." Fica's face flushed red, and he almost roared:

"Me too! Don't underestimate me, hmph!"

After saying that, the red-haired boy Fica didn't look at the girl again, but simply nodded to Roy and hurriedly walked out.