Chapter 271: [Texture Surprise] x [Blessing] [Nen Stitches]
The young priest smiled gently, his silver hair cascading like a galaxy, gleaming with a crystalline luster under the moonlight...
He reached out to stop Kastro from insisting on getting up, walking slowly, stepping over the scattered bricks with one step, leaping out of the broken stone wall with two steps, and standing in the courtyard with three steps, walking towards Hisoka unhurriedly and calmly. He looked like an ordinary priest, no different from a normal boy, but...
The calm and composed temperament that invisibly exuded from him, projected into the First Prince of the Kakin Empire's temporary palace through the phantom of the Champion Owl, made the old brigade commander Grant and the rest of Benjamin Hoikoro's private soldiers involuntarily narrow their eyes. Their fists clenched uncontrollably, as if facing a formidable enemy!
"He didn't deploy [Ren], does he disdain to use [Ren]?"
"Or is this guy, Roy Zoldyck, really as Guzman said, that just by standing there, everyone's gaze involuntarily converges on him?"
Silence filled the temporary palace at this moment.
Grant coldly glanced at Guzman. The green-haired youth's demonic pupils were covered by his bangs, only staring intently at Roy on the screen, making his expression unreadable.
In that instant, he seemed to recall the day in Meteor City when his heart was pierced by Roy's blade, the pain almost twisting his face, while two patches of twisted flush quietly crept onto his cheeks!
Tap... tap... The soft sound of fingers tapping on the armrest came faintly from the throne...
Behind Benjamin Hoikoro squatted a peculiar Nen beast resembling a fly with many compound eyes. As its compound eyes darted around, aiming simultaneously at Roy on the screen, it opened its mouth, revealing two rows of terrifying, sharp fangs. With a snap, it closed its jaws and smiled eerily...
Step, tap, step... Meteor City, Pale Church.
At that time, the night was deep, the moon climbed to its zenith, wantonly spilling its moonlight...
The sound of footsteps echoed, as if stepping on people's heartstrings, causing the many people peeking from the top of the garbage piles, dark corners, and behind the rustling shadows of the trees under the cover of night, to gulp their saliva, as if rehearsed beforehand.
"The priest..."
"The priest who made a huge name for himself by killing Ilya, Bolton, and Guzman in succession..."
"The priest suspected of worshipping the sun..."
"Ultimately... he came out..."
Gazes converged.
Chrollo, Pakunoda, Uvogin, and Nobunaga, the small group, eagerly anticipated...
Across the street, the [Pretentious] Berus adjusted the focal length of his telescope, turning the dial, unwilling to miss the slightest detail...
In the courtyard,
One silver, one red. As Roy, draped in moonlight, walked over unhurriedly, the distance between him and Hisoka was visibly closing.
"Hehehe..." The magician laughed, his shoulders trembling. It was unknown whether he was excited or what, as if he had been longing for this scene for a long time. With a swish, he spread his arms, revealing a deck of playing cards pulled into an accordion shape towards Roy...
The card faces, from 2 to Ace, then to the gray Joker and the red Joker, were smooth as mirrors, reflecting Roy's face under the moonlight.
Hisoka stuck out his tongue and let out a moan, then stared at Roy, saying with excitement bordering on trembling: "Lord Priest, since our parting in Gaslan, I have finally seen you again."
Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters... the distance continued to close...
Hisoka, seemingly oblivious, put away the playing cards in his hand, spread his right hand, thrust it into his hair, and said infatuatedly: "You probably wouldn't have thought that for two years, ever since you smashed me into the wall, I have been thinking about you every moment, dreaming of standing before you."
"And that day,"
"Is today!"
Five meters... four meters... three meters... one meter. Roy listened silently, and at a certain moment, finally stopped. Standing exactly where Kastro had stood before, his feet stepping into his footprints, he looked at Hisoka calmly and said, "Have you said enough?"
"Hehehe... what if I say it will never be enough?" Hisoka rested his hands on his waist, in close proximity, narrowed his eyes at Roy and said: "What are you going to do?"
Roy didn't answer. He merely extended his right hand, clenched his palm into a fist, opened the aura nodes in his body, and while letting the Nen aura surge, threw a seemingly ordinary straight punch at Hisoka!
A punch infused with [Scorching True Meaning], similarly using the "Flame Breathing", but the monstrous heatwave it stirred up at that moment, completely wreathed in the golden, scorching fire, made the pupils in Hisoka's narrow, slit-like eyes shrink uncontrollably. Before he could react, he was hit in the shoulder blade by Roy's punch and blasted straight away!
Pfft... A mouthful of old blood sprayed out...
The red-haired boy arched his waist like a shrimp, continuously crashing through five or six garbage piles all the way until he glided backwards for nearly two hundred meters before coming to a halt, buried under the collapsing garbage piles with a crash, just like Kastro whom he had kicked away earlier, instantly falling silent.
Fast... too fast... So fast that even though the movement seemed slow, and it looked as if one could react to it, in reality, it was so fast that it directly deceived the naked eye's capture, making Chrollo, Uvogin, Nobunaga and the others watching, as well as the spies sent by the elders of Meteor City, widen their eyes in utter disbelief!
"Hey, hey, is this real? What just happened?"
"How did that guy go flying?"
"I don't know... but I thought I saw the priest raise his hand just now."
Hiss The sound of gasping for breath erupted after the initial silence as Hisoka was buried under the garbage pile...
Chrollo and Pakunoda exchanged glances, having already witnessed Roy's miraculousness, but they never expected that today, contrasted by Kastro, it would reach such a miraculous and terrifying level!
Returning the attack to the enemy in the exact same manner with a single punch... should this be called the happiness of being a believer, or just plain happiness?
In that instant, including Uvogin, Nobunaga, Sarasa, and even the usually erratic Shalnark, looking at Kastro "playing dead" in the church, couldn't help but reveal envious expressions.
Whoosh In the courtyard, the lightly thrown punch seemed to have no intention of being withdrawn...
With silver hair cascading like a galaxy, Roy let the [Scorching True Meaning] wantonly radiate light and heat. Two great suns puffed and climbed into his pupils. He turned his head and faintly glanced at the phantom of the owl taking flight.
The Kakin Empire, the First Prince's temporary palace, was at this moment as if the mute button had been pressed, devoid of any sound...
"One punch, identically one punch... the same breathing rhythm, the same [Ten], not even using advanced Nen application techniques like [Ken], [Ko], or [Ryu], directly sending the once arrogant Hisoka flying..."
The old brigade commander Grant tried his best to control his emotions so as not to lose his composure in front of His Highness, but the other young private soldiers were far less shrewd than him. They widened their eyes and dropped their jaws, dumbfounded in shock, completely unable to hold it together...
Tap, on the throne, Benjamin suddenly stopped his finger and narrowed his eyes.
He was, after all, the First Prince of the Kakin Empire, the existence most likely to seize the throne in the Succession War. Whether it was his own strength or his subordinates' strength, compared to the Second Princess Camilla, Third Prince Zhang Lei, Fourth Prince Tserriednich... etc., he was more than a notch above them. Even if those people had mafia families like Xi-Yu, Ei-I, Cha-R backing them up, Benjamin wasn't afraid in the slightest!
This Prince, dressed in military uniform and from a military background, took a deep look at Roy on the screen. At the right moment, he cast a side glance at Guzman: "How does this compare to your expectations?"
Guzman, with a dark face, watched the golden flames burning on Roy's fist, dazzling and blinding. He took a deep breath with a solemn expression and said: "Compared to my last battle with him, it doesn't even look like the same person!"
Guzman's green hair swayed in the wind, and he said in a deep voice: "Hisoka is not weak. He absolutely shouldn't be unable to withstand one punch from him. But right now... he indeed couldn't withstand it. Your Highness,"
The man looked up seriously at Benjamin and said: "Now, you should finally believe me. If Roy Zoldyck is allowed to continue growing,"
"He might very well surpass Netero and reach the A-rank!"
A-rank! Benjamin Hoikoro raised an eyebrow and started tapping the armrest again. The man stared intently at the young priest's silver hair spilling like quicksilver on the screen, and suddenly asked Guzman: "Do I have a grudge against him?"
Guzman froze, answering truthfully: "No."
"Does Kakin have a grudge against him?"
"No."
"Then why should I listen to you and deal with him together with you?"
Guzman remained silent.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "For Your Highness the Prince to become stronger. As long as you devour Roy Zoldyck, I believe the Second Highness and Third Highness will no longer be a concern!"
"This King never took them seriously to begin with!" Benjamin Hoikoro faintly swept a glance at Guzman. Straightening his back, his aura instantly changed! Looking straight ahead, he gazed deeply at Roy on the screen and said coldly: "I believe what you say, that Roy Zoldyck is extraordinary, but for this King to follow your orders, Guzman... you have overstepped..."
Boom! Multiple bursts of [Ren] instantly pressed down on Guzman.
Before Benjamin's words could land, the private soldiers led by the old brigade commander Grant burst forth with their auras in unison, shaking the tiles of the temporary palace hall with a clatter!
A stern shout erupted: "Guzman, apologize to His Highness at once!"
Surrounded by the crowd, Guzman's expression shifted. He bowed and solemnly saluted Benjamin Hoikoro, saying: "Guzman knows his mistake, please forgive me, Your Highness."
As Benjamin waved his hand, he let out a sigh of relief and silently retreated to the side.
"Just watch. This person you taught indeed has some skill, he hasn't completely lost yet..."
As Benjamin's leisurely words arrived faintly, the crowd successively turned their gazes back to Meteor City.
Just as Benjamin Hoikoro had said, under a certain collapsed garbage pile, a large hand suddenly reached out. Immediately after, it revealed Hisoka, who, clutching a severed arm, had regained his consciousness!
"It hurts... it really hurts so much... It hurt so much back then, and it still hurts so much now... Hehehe... Roy Zoldyck, I..."
"I really love you to death!"
As his shoulders shook, blood spurted out along with a chilling smile...
Seeing Hisoka stand up again,
The expressions of the onlookers, including Chrollo, Pakunoda, Shalnark and the others, suddenly froze. Hearing Uvogin sigh: "This guy has a tough life!"
They completely agreed, everyone nodding in consensus!
However, was it a tough life or something else... As the saying goes, experts look at the methods, laymen look at the spectacle.
Roy cast a glance, and through a vibrant green Nen aura entwined around Hisoka, he caught a familiar scent.
It was something with a similar principle to his [Rebirth from a Drop of Blood]. Looking at the "vitality", it was clearly inferior to [Rebirth from a Drop of Blood], but placed on Hisoka, it made Roy instantly understand—
This "skill", suspected to be [Vitality], which was constantly repairing Hisoka's severed arm, should be the [Blessing] Hisoka obtained through the God worshipped by the [Truth Cult], which is his... third, newly awakened Nen ability after [Bungee Gum] and [Texture Surprise]!
Sizzle sizzle, the severed arm held by the red-haired boy reattached. This time, there was no need to borrow Machi's [Nen Stitches]!
But cunning as he was, even though his severed arm was clearly repaired, he still held the severed arm in his hand, using [Texture Surprise] to create the miserable illusion that he still had a broken arm. It must be said, when it comes to combat IQ, the "Toilet God of War" truly lives up to his name!
Tap... tap... The sound of footsteps echoed... The magician holding a severed arm stood up unyieldingly again. Without waiting for Roy to come over, he stepped towards him, the madness and excitement in his eyes growing more and more intense!
"Come!"
A hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters... finally reaching his attack distance!
Hisoka stepped into the courtyard, smiling at Roy and saying: "Priest, again!"
Roy instantly felt a massive force strike, attempting to forcibly control him and passively fly towards Hisoka... He didn't need to look to know that, just like Kastro, the back of his hand had been stuck with Hisoka's [Bungee Gum]!
But, forces are mutual... The same move worked well on Kastro. Firstly, Hisoka's own stats, after a round of the [God]'s blessing and forced growth, far exceeded Kastro's. Secondly, bullying Kastro into not knowing his Nen ability was why Kastro fell for it.
But used on Roy...
Roy possessed two thousand points of Physique, with another four hundred or so points deposited on his panel untouched.
His feet were nailed to the ground like nails, completely unmoving. Instead, he pulled Hisoka back... With a swoosh, before Hisoka could react, he was dragged by the immense force, flying rapidly towards Roy instead!
"Such great strength!" Flying through the air, he was almost dragged off balance...
Hisoka's eyes suddenly narrowed. Imitating Kastro, he gripped his own severed arm with his right hand, infused it with [Ken], and smashed it towards Roy's head!
Amidst the flashing Nen light!
Only to hear a bang,
The arm missed, easily dodged by Roy stepping sideways. Seizing this opening, subsequently,
Hisoka once again saw that fist burning with golden flames, carrying unrivaled astral wind and might, landing in his eye socket again!
Pfft! The wind stopped, the clouds rested.
Accompanied by Roy's slow voice: "It's over."
The corner of Hisoka's mouth suddenly hooked diagonally upwards, echoing with a laugh: "Yes, it's finally going to end!"
The already repaired left arm concealed by [Texture Surprise] abruptly moved, using a playing card as a blade, stabbing right into Roy's heart!
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