Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Try it from behind?

Fika glanced at Hisoka, who was standing still, and noticed that the only blind spot was behind him.

It's unclear whether Hisoka's behavior stemmed from overconfidence or some other reason.

Each time Fica circled behind him, he remained in the same position without even turning his head.

He even closed his eyes slightly...

But facing Hisoka like this... Fica not only didn't launch an attack, but instead took two steps back.

A dangerous aura, almost like a beast coiling around his neck, made him dare not make any rash moves.

Time ticked by, and Fica couldn't find the slightest opportunity to attack, even though Hisoka seemed to be full of openings.

But it was Hisoka who froze him in place.

Because it's obvious from Hisoka's performance just now that he must be an extremely strong fighter, and how could such a strong fighter be full of flaws?

The only explanation is that he himself couldn't see through it, mistaking it for a flaw when it might actually be a trap to lure him into making a move.

But... did he even have a choice?

Two more minutes have passed, and he doesn't have much time left...

An indescribable aura of menace emanated from Hisoka, enveloping the entire arena.

Without him saying anything more, Fika understood that once the last minute was up, a fatal card awaited him...

Is there no other way?

Is that the only option we can try...?

A move that was still being tested popped into Fica's mind, making him think.

Without hesitation, Fika adjusted his breathing, held his breath, and slowly clenched his hands together...

Feeling the solid pressure from his palm, he slowly focused his mind inward.

With some indescribable tactile sensation, one begins to guide one's own thoughts.

One second... two seconds...

Light green Nen energy began to rise from his body and slowly gathered in his hands.

Before long, a layer of light green spiritual energy enveloped his hands.

The energy is not thick, bright, or dazzling, but it is very stable... like a layer of rice paper soaked in water, so thin that you can see the veins and blood vessels under the skin, yet you can feel its resilience that cannot be easily torn.

This is a skill he learned by chance in the past few days.

A skill that greatly increases the strength and defense of any part of the body by focusing one's energy on it.

This is also one of the advanced applications of Nen, "Hard," but Fika has not yet undergone systematic Nen training, so he does not know what this move is called.

He was simply using his instincts.

So... in a way, he really is a genius. Without any guidance, he bypassed the four major practices of chanting, binding, exorcising, practicing, and releasing, and directly developed the hard skill.

Of course, this is partly due to the fact that he overdraws his potential in advance and develops his Nen ability.

But his own talent also played a large part.

Just then...

Hisoka opened his eyes.

Fika's hands, enveloped in pale green Nen energy, were reflected in those long, narrow golden pupils.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile and an expression of great interest.

"Oh?"

Hisoka's voice, tinged with surprise and excitement, suddenly rang out:

"You can do this too?"

"It's really...not... bad..."

Before the last syllable of the misspelled word had even finished dripping, Hisoka's eyes changed. The languidness and curiosity in his long, narrow golden pupils vanished, replaced by a thick, almost dripping malice and disgust.

It was the kind of nausea that comes from the depths of your throat, like accidentally swallowing a fly... a physiological nausea.

"Tsk..."

Hisoka's tongue darted out from the corner of his mouth and licked it, as if spitting something out.

His voice wasn't loud, but that monosyllabic, spit-out "tsk" sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet arena.

"game......"

"it's over......"

Accompanied by that single syllable, as if spitting out a kernel, was Hisoka's indifferent and bland declaration of the end.

For the first time... Hisoka took the initiative.

He began to bend over, like a cheetah slowly lowering itself from the treetop, like a snake silently coiling its body in the grass. His spine curved into an arc, and each vertebra began to accumulate tension.

Shoulders lowered, collarbones pressed down, knees slightly bent, center of gravity forward, toes spread, all strength gathered.

He has adopted a completely different attitude than before.

Head slightly lowered, jaw clenched, breathing slowed, gentle and deep, as if trying to expel all the waste gas from the body.

With each breath, his body sank a little lower, his center of gravity lowered a little more...

Until his figure, under the flickering lights, transformed into a chilling, grotesque shape... a shape unlike any human...

Fika stood two meters away, her hands wrapped around Nian's hands, not making any rash moves.

Because he could sense the change in Hisoka's aura...

It wasn't a surge of murderous intent, but rather an increase in some kind of quality.

Like a piece of light wood that suddenly turns into iron, into lead, into something more essential than weight.

The weight poured out from Hisoka, overflowing the ring, the floor, and Fika's ankles, like an invisible, cold, viscous liquid surging in from all directions, pinning him to the spot.

Fica's knees were trembling, his palms were sweating, his throat was tight, and his breathing was shallow.

His body was telling him... Run!

But he couldn't move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move; it was his body resisting, his subconscious telling him...

Move and you die!!!

"Aren't you going to move?" Hisoka's voice was very soft, as if he were coaxing a child.

"Then I'll move."

He slammed his right foot down on the ring... a sharp, hissing sound like rubber rubbing against glass came from between his foot and the floor.

His body went from stillness to extreme speed without any transition, like a marble being launched, suddenly appearing in front of Fica.

"A rotten little apple has no value in living..."

A cold voice, accompanied by a right hand holding a playing card, swept across Fica's neck.

Extremely fast and deadly.

Fica's pupils dilated involuntarily. On the verge of life and death, his senses were heightened to the maximum, and he clearly saw the trajectory of the playing cards.

He cried out silently in his heart!

Get moving! Get moving!

Get moving!

But... his body didn't react at all; he could only watch helplessly as the playing card slid across his throat...

"Physical liberation...40%..."

A familiar voice broke his thoughts and also shattered his inevitable death.

puff!……

A spurt of hot blood sprayed onto his face, waking him from his dazed state.

I subconsciously looked up.

A long, severed arm flew past him...

Following the severed arm downwards, there was Roy with red-rimmed eyes and swollen muscles, and Hisoka clutching his right shoulder with a chilling smirk...