Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

boom!

A shot rang out!

But Roy, who should have been lying on the ground, was nowhere to be seen; only a dented bullet hole remained where he had been.

"What happened? How did he disappear?"

The masked man with the dog holding the gun looked around in surprise and asked.

The other four were also completely bewildered. They hadn't seen clearly either, only knowing that the person had already disappeared when the gunshot rang out.

"Could it be a ghost...?"

After a long pause, the woman wearing the cat mask uttered a soft, lingering sentence.

"What the hell...."

"There are no ghosts in this world. He's injured, he couldn't have gone far. Everyone, go out and search for him!"

The thug wearing a rabbit mask, who appeared to be the leader, was also panicked, but he quickly regained his composure and began to calmly assign tasks.

Upon hearing this, the remaining bandits exchanged glances and dispersed in a semi-circle to search the surrounding area.

But in the middle of the night, the brightness is insufficient. Under the faint starlight and moonlight, one can barely see objects within a few meters, and beyond that, only an outline can be discerned.

These people were no exception.

No, that's not right. The man carrying the sniper rifle seems a bit different.

Even in the darkness, his eyes shone with a yellowish light.

If I'm not mistaken, he should be a Nen user.

But none of that matters anymore; Roy is different now.

He began to become somewhat dangerous, somewhat ruthless, somewhat like a merciless killer.

In the instant he was shot, Roy suddenly lost consciousness completely, taken over by an inexplicable obsession.

Driven by this obsession, his body ignored all the negative effects.

The wounds and the anesthetic were completely imperceptible to him; all he felt was the maximization of his body's potential.

In that instant, his body, which would have required breaking his fingers and relying on pain for liberation, was naturally liberated as well.

By leveraging this power of physical liberation.

In his obsessive state, Roy quietly activated a higher level of stealth footwork, a stealth footwork that he had only ever imagined... without a trace.

The ultimate form of his stealth footwork, Wuhen, could be maintained at any moment while running, jumping, or fighting.

It can move freely within the opponent's "circle" without triggering perception, blending into shadows, walls, and air, making it invisible to the naked eye.

It is a skill that is almost like a special ability.

Snapped!

A crisp sound, like a branch snapping underfoot, suddenly rang out.

The five people who heard the sound immediately returned.

They returned to their original spot, pulled out their pistols, and silently fitted them with silencers.

They then communicated plans and tasks by gesturing to each other and using secret codes.

In just a few breaths, they finalized their action plan.

The fox-masked man retreated several hundred steps to a small hillside where he set up his sniper rifle and took cover. The other four men, wearing dog and cat masks, flanked from both sides, while the two in the middle walked forward in a straight line with their arms around each other's backs.

His movements were clean and efficient, showing he was well-trained, unlike the average bounty hunter.

Of course, these bounty hunters are not the same as those bounty hunters. They are just ordinary people who take on assassination missions in the black market in exchange for bounties, not hunters who have passed the hunter exam.

"I saw him..."

As the four people moved slowly through the dense forest, the calm and indifferent voice of the man in the fox mask suddenly rang in their ears.

"The rabbit is fifty meters directly in front of you."

Upon hearing the warning in the earpiece, the thug wearing the rabbit mask slowed his pace and began to walk slowly inside.

The further you go in, the more trees there are, and the darker it gets.

A few steps later, moonlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, illuminating Roy's slender, petite figure.

"He moved..."

The fox-man's voice came from beside my ear.

"I saw it..."

The rabbit-man raised his pistol, adjusted his breathing, and steadily aimed the sights at the moving figure in front of him.

one two three.....

He silently counted down, and when he reached three, Roy appeared precisely in his crosshair.

Instinctively, he pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gun fired, and the bullet flew out of the rifling, instantly piercing the chest of the figure in front.

But... the rabbit man heard no screams, saw no blood, and only saw a fleeting phantom vanish in his eyes.

That was the afterimage created by Roy, a combination of the stealth footwork and the Zoldyck assassination technique.

It is a secret technique based on the hidden step, which involves adjusting the speed and rhythm of the steps, inserting "sudden stops" and "sudden starts" into a steady pace, so as to disrupt the opponent's visual system and create an illusion of afterimages in the opponent's eyes.

What is that?

The surreal illusion dissipated, leaving the rabbit man completely stunned.

What was that just now? A ghost? A superpower? Or Nen?

Before he could come up with an answer in his mind, he suddenly lost consciousness.

*Thud!*

A head with wide-open eyes, still in a state of shock, rolled off his shoulder.

"ah!!!!"

At the same time, the thug behind the rabbit man, wearing a pig mask, was so frightened by the scene before him that he took several steps back and screamed in panic.

Before he could utter a second cry, a hand pressed down on the back of his head.

It wasn't a push, nor a touch, just a gentle press.

He immediately lost his balance, and the force, neither too strong nor too weak, used his inertia to pull him forward.

*Pfft*...

His face slammed hard against the hardwood tip of the old oak tree.

The moment he collided with the object, he was skewered like a string of candy, turning into a bloody gourd.

He lost his life before he could even let out a scream.

Drops of blood dripped from the branches of the old oak tree, falling to the ground and scattering into the soil.

The dappled moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting on the dark red blood and creating a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

In the depths of the night, beside the skull, the boy's white, tousled hair reflected a silvery-white glow—the light of the moon.

Contrasting with the almost holy white hair were a pair of unfocused black eyes. Those eyes held no focus, no warmth, not even a hint of scrutiny; they simply "existed," like a deep well in the night, dark and profound...

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

The fox-man who remained in place violated his principles for the first time in his life, firing three shots in a row without being sure he could kill his opponent.

The gunshots were fired one after the other, but the bullets arrived almost simultaneously.

But the white-haired boy was no longer in the same place; he was running, he was speeding, moving in curves like a snake.

Through the scope, the fox-man tried his best to lock onto the boy's figure, but the crosshairs on the scope couldn't keep up at all.

Every time he was about to lock on, the boy would suddenly turn and change lanes.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he put down his sniper rifle.

He disappeared into the dense forest before Roy arrived.

When Roy arrived at the spot where the fox mask had been, there was no trace of him left.

But that doesn’t mean he retreated… he just disappeared.

They vanished completely, without a trace, without a mark.

It's as if they never existed.

This is his Nen ability, "False Color!"