Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Taking the number for the 130th floor, Roy walked towards the lounge without looking back.

Fica and Serapika were already waiting at the entrance to the lounge.

The red-haired boy looked at Roy with an incredulous expression.

"Boss... Boss..."

"You're too awesome..."

"That big man weighs at least 200 pounds, and you sent him flying three feet away with just one punch..."

"Are you even human?"

"Let's go." Roy interrupted him and headed straight for the lounge.

He said calmly as he walked:

"The next match should be in the afternoon, let's go back and rest first."

Serapika followed silently behind, her brown eyes lingering on Roy for a moment, lost in thought.

Is this what Zoldyck is like?

A child of about twelve years old, and his strength is so terrifying.

Can a single punch defeat a seemingly formidable martial artist?

If she were facing Roy, how many moves could she withstand?

It'll probably only take two or three moves.

Using the burly man from before as a benchmark, Serapika mentally measured her own strength...

Walk through the long corridor back to the lounge.

Roy slumped onto the sofa, picked up a magazine, and started browsing, as if nothing had happened before.

Fika leaned closer and tentatively asked:

"Boss, are you strong enough to reach the 200th floor?"

Roy closed the magazine, reclined on the soft sofa, and tilted his head back slightly, saying:

"Shouldn't that be okay?"

"Should that work?"

Fica's lips twitched.

Two hundred floors... Boss makes it sound so easy.

Is this the strength of Boss Roy? Truly extraordinary.

With a sigh of admiration, Fica said nothing more, but his gaze toward Roy became even more reverent.

Just then...

Thump... thump... thump...

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, three knocks, two light and one heavy, neither hurried nor slow, quite polite.

Roy slowly opened his dozing eyes, his gaze following the sound... A tall brown door first peeked out from under a crack, then slowly opened further...

A moment later, the door was pushed open completely...

A tall man appeared at the door. He had blond hair, black eyes, and a delicate face. There was always a half-smile on his lips.

The uniform on his chest was printed with the words "Lord of the 200th Floor of the Sky Arena".

It's obvious at a glance that he must be a powerful figure from the 200th floor.

"You're the kid who reached the 130th floor in just two games?"

The tall man's gaze swept around, passing over Fica and Serapika, before finally settling on Roy's youthful, fair face.

Do we know each other?

Meeting the tall man's interested gaze, Luo Yi replied casually.

The tall man smiled:

"You've never seen me, and we don't know each other, but I've heard of you."

"They say there was a kid from the 99th floor today... who knocked Link down with one punch... and this was only his second fight."

"There aren't many newcomers with this kind of skill in the Sky Arena right now, so I wanted to come and see him and give him a gift..."

As he spoke, he took a card out of his pocket, flicked it casually, and the card flew straight toward Roy...

hum!

The card was held firmly between Roy's two fingers, without moving an inch.

"This is a qualification certificate for challenging floors above 200."

"If you reach the 199th floor, you can always call on me."

"And I can let you... win once..."

The tall man looked at Roy with intense, almost oppressive, gaze.

Will he agree?

I think so, the prize money for the 200th floor is quite substantial.

I can get it for free as long as you name it.

I doubt anyone could resist such a temptation.

But... once you're actually in the ring, I won't let you win; I'll make you lose even more miserably.

This is part of my professional skills as a "newcomer killer".

The tall man harbored a sinister heart, yet his face remained impassive, displaying an amiable and approachable demeanor.

As a seasoned veteran who had been around for 200 floors, he had done similar things countless times and had almost never made a mistake. He believed that this time would be no exception.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of Cassius's reputation as a "newcomer killer".

It's important to know that the rules for the 200-floor competition are very direct and brutal: everyone needs to win 10 matches within 90 days (more than 3 losses result in elimination) in order to continue.

If he fails more than three times, he will immediately lose his qualification and must start over from level 1.

Therefore, when some people encounter obstacles on their way to challenge the original poster, "hunting newbies" becomes a calculated survival strategy.

They found that challenging newcomers was far more profitable and safer than challenging established floor owners of similar skill levels.

Cassius is exactly that kind of person. His so-called challenge and surrender are a complete lie, a lure to entice newcomers to take on the challenge.

Once a newcomer actually names him, he will defeat the newcomer in the most ruthless and direct way on the field.

This is his way of survival, and his philosophy of survival. Four more games, and he can accumulate ten wins and gain the qualification to adjust the host's position.

Roy glanced down at the card, which had a gold number and a bright red stamp printed on it, with the serial number 135 on the back.

It's not hard to guess that this should be the challenge number of the tall man in front of you.

despair.....

Roy casually placed the card aside, neither agreeing nor disagreeing; he simply looked at the man calmly.

"My name is Cassius."

The tall man was not annoyed. He simply gave his name, waved his hand, and turned to walk out the door.

"Remember this name, kid. If you want to reach the 200th floor, name me. Otherwise, you'll face a 'baptism,' which is something no newcomer can handle."

Snapped!

As soon as he finished speaking, the door closed.

The lounge became quiet again.

Fica stared blankly at the tall man's disappearing figure for a moment, then looked at Roy:

"Boss, what is this baptism he's talking about?"

"Baptism? That shouldn't work on you, but it should still be effective on me and Serapika?"

"It didn't work for me? Why?"

Fica scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and continued to press for answers.

"That's a life-or-death initiation ceremony, a test from veterans above level 200 to newcomers. It's a crushing blow from a Nen user to a non-Nen user. If a newcomer can't withstand the pressure of Nen, they'll be severely injured at best, and at worst, their vital energy will be drained and they'll die from having their vital energy drained by the forced opening of their pores. But you've already awakened your Nen, so this move shouldn't be effective against you."

As he spoke, Roy glanced at the card beside him, paused for a moment, and then suddenly a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That was an expression Fika had never seen before...

It wasn't the usual laziness, nor was it playful laughter; rather, it was a kind of... heartfelt, almost expectant smile.

"interesting."

Loy put the card in his pocket, lay back down on the sofa, and covered his face with the magazine.

"Finally...it's starting to get interesting."