Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Fika... is in danger..."

Standing on the two-story lounge stands, Roy unconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes filled with worry as he looked toward the ring.

In the center of the ring, Hisoka and Fica remained in their previous positions, without moving an inch.

The light poured down from above the two people, casting long shadows that looked like two black swords, intersecting and facing each other on the floor.

Fica's right fist was still held in Hisoka's palm; those five slender fingers were like five steel claws, not heavy, but very steady.

Fica tried to pull his fist back, his muscles tensed, his arm strained, and the veins on his forehead bulged... but his fist didn't budge.

His fist felt like it was sinking into sand; the harder he tried, the deeper it sank, as if his hand no longer belonged to him.

"Don't move... or else..."

Hisoka's voice drifted down from above, neither high nor low, with a lazy, husky quality, like someone who had just woken up.

He gently placed his left middle finger to his lips, his long, narrow golden eyes narrowed into slits, and the half-smile on his lips curved even deeper.

The gaze slid across Fica's face, landed on his wrist, lingered for a moment, and then returned to his eyes.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that... your hand will still exist..."

Swish!

A sharp, piercing sound, short and harsh, like an invisible knife cutting through the air, and a playing card with the number ten of clubs embedded itself in Fica's wrist, leaving a half-foot indentation.

No one could see where the playing card came from...

Naturally, Fica doesn't have that either.

It may have come from Hisoka's sleeve, from his fingertips, or from the void.

In short, no matter where it came from, by the time it appeared, it was already embedded in Fica's right wrist, its edges cutting into the skin, sinking into the muscle, and wedged between the ulna and radius.

The corners of the playing cards were stained with bright red blood, gleaming with a cherry-red light under the lamp.

hiss......!

Fica winced in pain, letting out a soft groan as his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Large beads of sweat dripped down his temples, leaving small, damp patches on the ring.

His jaw clenched, veins bulged on his temples, and his right wrist trembled violently, a sharp pain radiating from his fingertips all the way to his elbow.....

But he didn't make a sound, not even a whisper.

He just gritted his teeth and swallowed back the scream and the rusty-tasting blood that surged up from his throat, swallowing it into his stomach and pushing it deep into his body.

Seeing Fika's stubborn refusal to speak, Hisoka licked his lips, a hint of interest flashing in his narrowed eyes.

His gaze swept over Fica's face, pale with pain and contorted with the pain of endurance, and landed on his still trembling right wrist...

It landed on the plum blossom ten-piece card embedded in her wrist.

Blood seeped from the wound, trickling down the edge of the playing cards and dripping onto the ring, hissing, hissing, hissing... like rain hitting sand, the blood burning.

"Not bad..."

Hisoka's voice carried a hint of approval and a hint of pleasure.

He released Fica's arm, slowly stepped back, and placed his bare feet on the ring without making a sound.

"I acknowledge your... eligibility to participate in the game."

laugh......!

Fica did not answer.

He didn't even look at Hisoka. He simply tore a piece of clothing from his waist, then quickly removed the playing card from his right wrist and wrapped it tightly with a cloth.

The moment the playing card was pulled from the wound, bright red blood gushed out, soaking the entire wrist.

Um....!

With a muffled groan, Fika gritted his teeth and wrapped the torn strips of cloth around his wrist again and again, enduring the discomfort while keeping his back straight.

He knew that the difference in strength between himself and the strange man in front of him was too great, and that he had no ability to resist him at all.

His deepest intuition told him with absolute clarity... he would die!

This was not a vague premonition, but a fact he was absolutely certain of.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, with the wind blowing up from your feet and you looking down into the abyss... If you fall, you'll die; there's no need to verify that.

Fika knew... if Hisoka wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

The difference in their abilities is too great.

For example, the playing card that suddenly appeared on his wrist just now had no idea where it came from.

It's not that I didn't see it clearly...

I didn't see it at all.

That playing card seemed to have grown out of thin air.

There was no trace, no sound, no warning.

When it appeared, it was already on Fica's wrist, and he didn't even feel any pain.

This also means that if the playing card had appeared on his neck instead of his wrist, he wouldn't have been able to react at all.

"What game?"

This means that if the playing card had appeared on his neck instead of his wrist, he wouldn't have been able to react at all.

His body, eyes, and brain were like a rusty machine in front of this strange man; all the parts were running, but the speed of operation couldn't even keep up with a single breath from the strange man.

If he wanted to kill him, that playing card would appear in his throat, in his eyes, and even in his heart...

He... was completely powerless to resist.

Thinking of this, Fika lowered his head and looked at his wrist, which was soaked in blood.

Blood was still seeping from the strip of cloth, dripping onto the ring and creating small, messy, dark red stains.

"Looks like I don't have a choice..."

Muttering something under his breath, Fika raised his head and slowly turned his gaze to Hisoka opposite him:

"What game...?"

Tilting his head, Hisoka's long, narrow golden eyes reflected Fika's pale, bluish face.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead extended his left hand, held it up to his eyes, examined it against the light, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"game?"

Hisoka's voice rose a notch:

"The game is like I tie my hands up... I don't use my hands, I only use my feet."

He paused, then looked at Fica with a hint of excitement and said:

"If you can make me move one step within ten minutes... even just one centimeter or one millimeter... I'll consider you the winner."

"And if you win......."

Hisoka placed his hands behind his back, his long, narrow golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the ambiguous smile on his lips deepened:

"If you lose..." Hisoka's lips curled up even wider, his golden pupils growing even colder:

"You'll die right here!"

Fica's Adam's apple bobbed.

My left hand unconsciously pressed against my chest, feeling my heart pounding violently through the fabric.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest...

His palms were sweaty, his knees were weak... and he was trembling all over...

But after trembling for a while, he suddenly straightened his back and calmed his mind, which was on the verge of collapse.

Because... Roy was watching him, Serapika was watching him, and thousands of eyes in the audience were watching him.

He can't... just accept his fate!