Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"That's really nice..."

Roy wiped away non-existent drool from his mouth and took the lead in tasting it.

Fried pork ribs, eel sushi, curry rice, steak...

His plate was never empty, he never stopped moving, and his mouth never stopped eating...

Before long, he was covered in grease and his belly was round.

Boss, how long has it been since you last ate?

Fika, who had been standing still, stared blankly at Roy, who was darting around like a bee, and felt a sense of surprise.

This is already the umpteenth time that Roy has overturned his impression of Zoldyck.

The most prestigious family in the assassination world... are they all gluttons?!

A rather impolite thought popped into Fica's mind.

I don't think so...

But he immediately dismissed the idea, thinking that perhaps only Roy was so "special".

His idea hit the nail on the head.

In reality, apart from Roy, the rest of the Zoldyck family members are either icebergs, killing machines, or psychopaths.

If we had to add another one, it would be his younger brother Killua, who is somewhat normal.

Under Roy's long-term guidance and influence, he has become more human than in the original work. However, judging from the Zoldyck traits that Killua sometimes shows, Roy believes that Killua still has the unique Zoldyck values ​​in his heart.

He didn't have a good way to correct this, because he himself was having a hard time maintaining his position in the family, and he simply didn't have the extra energy to take care of Killua any further.

And so, to Fica and Serapika's astonishment, Roy swept through all the food stalls at an astonishing speed, leaving nothing behind.

"Do you think the boss won't overeat and die?"

Glancing at Roy, whose belly was swollen like a small ball, Fica casually picked up a plate, filled it with a few desserts, and said to the Kurta girl beside him.

The girl remained noncommittal. She glanced back at Fica indifferently, said nothing, and slowly walked to the side.

"Huh...did I say something wrong?"

Staring in astonishment at the girl's receding figure, Fica was puzzled as to why Serapika was ignoring him.

"Tch, what a blockhead. I even disappeared to give you a chance, and you're still so dense..."

Not far away, Roy seemed to be engrossed in the food, but his gaze would occasionally drift towards Fica.

Seeing Fika's clumsy attempt to strike up a conversation, he couldn't help but shake his head, somewhat helpless.

Okay, let's leave it at that.

The next match should begin soon.

Looking up, the two-meter-wide LCD screen overhead clearly displays the subtitles: G-1 Arena, No. 365 vs. No. 201.

"Fica... Serapika..."

"I'm gone."

After finishing the food on his plate, Roy greeted the red-haired boy and the Kurta girl standing on either side of him.

Upon hearing his voice, the two of them didn't say much and quickly and efficiently came to his side.

"Are you all full...?"

Looking around, Luo Yi asked calmly.

"I'm full."

"Um...."

"Let's go then."

With a serious expression, Roy put away his playful and relaxed demeanor and led the two back to the preparation lounge with steady steps.

After arriving at the rest room, he didn't say much, but simply gave the two a few instructions before walking towards the arena.

I wonder if his opponent this time will give him a pleasant surprise.

I hope it won't be as boring as the first game.

In the long corridor, Roy's eyes narrowed. After his head-on clash with Hisoka, a fighting spirit that had been hidden deep within him was ignited.

What appeared to be a chaotic scene at the restaurant was actually Roy's way of masking his increasingly unbearable fighting desire.

Until the competition results were announced...

Tap tap tap.....

The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and under the gaze of the audience, Roy's white-haired figure slowly emerged.

"So young?"

"Still a child, right?"

"I actually made it to floor 99..."

"incredible....."

"..."

After everyone realized that only a child of about twelve years old had emerged from the passage, they began to discuss the matter.

They really didn't expect that one of the contestants in this competition was just a child.

This is the Sky Arena, a sacred place for martial artists, not a place for children to play house.

The whispers of the spectators in the stands did not affect Roy. He calmly walked towards the ring, towards the square platform. His white, tousled hair reflected a cold, silvery light under the lights, and his silver-gray pupils calmly reflected his opponent.

He was a burly, bald man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, his arms bulging with muscles; just standing there gave people a sense of oppression.

His bare upper body was covered with scars of all sizes, each one silently telling the story of his many battles.

"Oh, it's just a kid," the burly man said, looking down at Roy.

His lips twitched slightly, and he calmly said:

"This is the Sky Arena, a life-or-death arena for martial artists. Once you're on this stage, I don't care if your opponent is an old man or a child..."

"Do you understand?"

"Um....."

With a faint response, Roy's initial burning desire to fight began to subside.

In his perception, the burly man opposite him posed no threat whatsoever.

So... was this battle also incredibly boring?

……

The referee raised his right hand and nodded to signal both sides to be ready.

Swish!

He swung his right hand down and shouted loudly:

"start!!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the burly man charged at him like a bull.

His speed was completely disproportionate to his physique; the floor beneath his feet pounded loudly, and the entire arena seemed to tremble.

A punch, carrying a strong wind and brute force, struck Roy's chest with full power and without mercy....

However, Roy simply turned slightly to the side.

The fist grazed his right shoulder, the wind from the punch ruffling a few stray hairs on Roy's forehead, but it had no effect.

"Too slow."

A soft, childlike voice drifted from his side, calm and indifferent.

Bang! ! !

The crisp, loud impact echoed throughout the arena.

The man, as strong as a small mountain, fell heavily off the stage. His legs trembled twice before his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the referee on the sidelines was stunned for two seconds before he reacted and quickly stepped forward to check on the burly man's condition.

After confirming that his opponent was unconscious, he returned to the ring, raised Roy's right hand, and loudly announced:

"The winner...!!!"

"Number 365!!!"

The silence in the arena was broken in an instant.

"Aww!!!"

"One punch!!...Just one punch!!!"

"He knocked out Master Link with just one punch?"

"That's the owner of the museum who limits the number of visitors!"

...

In the stands, the audience erupted in commotion, all staring in shock at the white-haired boy on the ring.

The boy was slender, his clothes were slightly dirty, and he was unharmed. His calm and indifferent demeanor made it seem as if the thunderous blow he had just delivered was not his doing.

Withdrawing his hand, Roy lowered his eyes and glanced at the burly man below the ring...

He muttered something under his breath:

"...How boring..."