Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"It's not that I can't use it a third time, it's just that if I use it even once more, my body will break down..."

Feeling his body on the verge of collapse, Roy's mechanically calm mind made a precise and even ruthless judgment about himself.

He felt every cell in his body was screaming in despair, like a wire heated to white-hot, about to snap at any moment.

"oh......"

Hisoka dragged out the last syllable of the note, making it long and languid.

He squinted, his narrow pupils slithering across Roy's body like snakes, seemingly seriously analyzing the truth or falsehood of the statement.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved up.

"Unfortunately... I don't believe it."

Sizzle...!

With a light step, he took half a step forward, his broken right arm swinging wildly in the air.

A viscous and strong pulling force instantly enveloped Roy's chest, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his entire torso.

The next second... he was pulled over without any resistance.

"Let me try again..."

Hisoka smiled slightly as he watched Roy approach rapidly.

His remaining left arm suddenly gathered strength, veins bulging like earthworms, making his entire arm thicker, with blood vessels grotesquely intertwined under his skin.

The air itself seemed to be pressed down by that force.

At the same time, the speed at which Roy was being pulled suddenly increased dramatically.

In a distance of less than a hundred steps, they flew at a terrifying speed of 120 miles per hour.

The sound of the wind was like a knife cutting into my ears.

In the blink of an eye, Hisoka's ferocious fist had filled Roy's entire field of vision.

He wanted to move, to dodge, to exert force...

But that omnipresent pulling force... Hisoka's "bungee-stretching love" is like an invisible spider web, binding him tightly from head to toe.

He couldn't lift his fingers, bend his knees, or even tilt his head.

An invisible restraint held him firmly in place, and he could only watch helplessly as the fist rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

"Love that can stretch and contract... Sticky Bomb - Love Catalyst".

Hisoka didn't hold back. He activated his Nen ability, Love Bomb, again, and used Nen to violently pull Roy's face and head.

Suddenly, his upper body slammed into Hisoka's fist at twice the speed it had ever experienced before.

In this back and forth.

The power unleashed by Hisoka, combined with the inertia of Roy's body being pulled back, plus the doubled traction force from his Nen ability... these terrifying forces, once combined on Roy's face or head...

His head would probably explode like a watermelon.

The next second...

hiss......!

The sound of flesh exploding did not occur; instead, a sharp whistling sound of high-speed friction against the air rang out.

In that fraction of a second, Hisoka still held back.

After all, he didn't want to ruin such a sweet... fruit so soon.

Roy's head grazed Hisoka's fist.

The high-speed punch was like an invisible blade, slicing across his right cheek and leaving a wound about the length of an index finger.

At the wound, the skin and flesh rolled outwards, and bright red blood gushed out in a rush, forming thin lines of blood on the cheeks and dripping down the chin to the shoulder.

This made the already striking red color on Roy's body appear even more intense.

"It seems you're telling the truth."

With his back to Roy, Hisoka slowly turned around.

A hundred meters away, the right arm that Roy had severed flew back like a boomerang and landed steadily at the cut.

"A frivolous illusion..."

He casually pulled out a square handkerchief and covered the tear. Then, crimson thoughts, like living things, wrapped around it, seeping in, weaving, and sticking together...

In no time, Hisoka's severed arm was fully restored.

Click... Click.

With a few quick movements of the joints, the movement is unrestricted and fluid.

Hisoka looked down at his nimble right hand as if examining a newly acquired toy, a flash of excitement crossing his eyes.

"but……"

His gaze returned to Roy.

"I feel like I haven't had enough fun yet."

Snapped!

A snap of the fingers.

Roy was pulled up from the ground by an invisible force, slowly rising into the air and flying towards Hisoka's right hand, which had been restored to its original state.

With palms slightly open, five long, slender fingers clenched into an eagle's claw shape, they clenched forward...

click!

Roy's neck was grabbed by Hisoka and lifted up...

In an instant, Roy's toes left the ground, and his breath stopped.

A faint, strained groan escaped from the neck.

"Tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"

He pulled Roy closer and scrutinized him from head to toe.

It's like examining a fruit that has been plucked from the branch... how ripe it is, how sweet it is, and whether it's worth nurturing it further.

Roy's face turned bright red from lack of oxygen, then turned slightly ashen, but he did not struggle. He simply stared at the red-haired man in front of him with indifferent eyes.

His eyes showed no fear, only a resolute indifference.

He wasn't resigned to his fate, nor was he numb; rather, he was almost cruelly calm...cutting out all irrelevant emotions.

Unbeknownst to him, his dark red pupils were slowly fading, and the silvery-gray undertones were beginning to reappear.

Gradually, his eyes were filled with silver-gray again, and the dark red completely faded away.

At the same time, his emotions and reason began to return.

As if in a dream, Luo Yi looked at the thick, tree-trunk-like arm in front of him, feeling the pressure on his neck and the suffocating sensation inside.

He knew that he would soon suffocate from lack of oxygen.

But he didn't want to die yet. There were so many beautiful and dangerous places he hadn't been to, he hadn't become a hunter, and he hadn't even seen the top of the world...

So he can't die yet.

A strange glint flashed in his silver-gray pupils, and despite the stinging pain in his throat as if it were being crushed, Roy's lips parted slightly...

"Kill me, and you'll lose one more chance."

His voice, strained and broken, seemed to be squeezed out from cracked bones, yet it carried an unwavering certainty.

"Hmm?" Hisoka narrowed his eyes, sighed in surprise, and a glint of light flashed in his long, thin golden eyes.

"Chance?"

"The third time..."

Feeling the slight relief of pressure on his neck, Roy's lips curled up slightly.

He knew he had made a bet, and Hisoka indeed didn't want to kill him.

As soon as his emotions and consciousness returned, Roy was already 70-80% sure about it, so he tested it out.

His guess turned out to be correct.

Since Hisoka doesn't want to kill him, things are simple. He just needs to give Hisoka a reason not to kill him, and then he will survive this time.

The answer to this question is quite simple: he just needs to preserve the potential that will give Hisoka an ultimate battle in the future.

The wound torn open by the punch was still bleeding, and blood slid down the corner of his mouth and into his lips, the metallic taste filling his tongue.

Roy calmly uttered a sentence:

"I can use it one more time, you want to see... right?"

The air grew quiet...

A gust of wind swept past the two of them, causing a slight rustling of Hisoka's clothes.

His expression remained unchanged... still that amused, half-smiling look.

But the hand that was gripping Roy's neck loosened slightly.

Just enough for Roy to barely breathe.

"The fruit of wisdom is the sweetest."

Hisoka pulled Roy even closer, their noses almost touching, his warm breath brushing against Roy's cheek.

"But you also said... if you use it again, your body will break down."

"Does 'collapse' mean... death?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll die."

"right."

This word was spoken cleanly and crisply, without hesitation or embellishment.

Roy spoke as if he were stating something unrelated to himself, making death sound as natural as the weather being nice today.

Staring into his eyes, Hisoka saw no pleading, pretense, flickering, or fear in them, only a chilling calm... or rather, a waiting.

"so......."

"Are you risking your life to let me see this once?"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Hisoka suddenly smiled.

The laughter was low, a series of muffled tremors rolling from deep in the throat, then gradually rising, and finally turning into an undisguised, soul-deep joy.

"Hahaha... Interesting."

"Are you making a deal with me?"

"It's... an invitation."

Roy said that her throat was being choked, and her voice was broken and intermittent.

"Aren't you curious? What will the third all-out attack be like?"

Hisoka did not answer.

He held Roy's hand firmly as a rock, his knuckles tightening and loosening slightly, as if he were weighing a precious yet dangerous piece of porcelain.

Something dark and intense was churning in those long, narrow, golden eyes...

It was desire, expectation, restraint, and murderous intent—all mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

a long time.......

He let go...

Boom!

Roy fell to the ground.

His knees slammed into the gravel, and he felt like a lump of mud about to fall apart.

He braced himself on the ground with his right hand and stood up again, blood splattering from the corner of his mouth and leaving dark spots on the ring.

The bones in his body made a faint creaking sound, as if they might fall apart completely at any moment.

Despite the various physical discomforts, Roy slowly straightened his back and stood up.

Looking down at Roy for a moment, Hisoka's various emotions subsided, replaced by a deliberate suppression...

"Two hundred floors..."

With his hands in his pockets, Hisoka turned and walked into the darkness.

His steps were light and casual, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a warm-up exercise.

"After you reached the 200th floor, you called on me for the first time in a designated battle, letting me see what you call your third time..."

"Or...why don't you and your friends play a game with me..."

"Let's play a death game..."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the voice, carrying a hint of effeminacy and indifference, disappeared completely.

"ah......"

With a soft scream, Roy could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, her forehead against the cold countertop.

His body was trembling, not from fear, but from every muscle and bone in his body emitting a final, desperate cry before he collapsed.

It's like an overloaded machine; all the parts are flashing red lights and it could explode at any moment.

Two hundred floors...

He closed his eyes, but a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was no smile in that curve; it was more like a confirmation...

To confirm that I was still alive, to confirm that I had another chance, to confirm that the madman had really taken the bait.

"Madman..." he whispered.

The voice was so soft that even he himself couldn't tell whether he was cursing Hisoka or cursing himself.