Chapter 272: My Illusions Transcend Yours — Targeted Tracking Shocks the Continent
"Pfft..."
The playing card imbued with [Ken] pierced through skin, flesh, and fascia, stabbing ruthlessly into Roy's heart like a sharp knife!
The silver-haired boy glared "in disbelief" at Hisoka. His raised fist fell, avoided by Hisoka with a wicked smile and a tilt of his head, ultimately forming a shallow arc as it dropped weakly...
"Ugh... Pfft..." A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Roy's mouth, wetting Hisoka's shoulder.
The magician let out a thoroughly satisfying groan of "Ah~". With half his hand pinching the playing card thrust into Roy's chest cavity, he had never felt as refreshed as he did today... He tilted his head back, covering his face with one hand. As his shoulders shook, his suppressed low chuckle grew louder and louder, until he completely let go, twisting his hand to ruthlessly shred Roy's heart!
"Ugh..." Another mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto Hisoka's face.
The red-haired boy, his great revenge achieved at this moment, was full of triumphant spirit. Pressing close to Roy's earlobe, he gently blew a breath and said: "So, this is mag... ic..." "The mag... ic... that can deceive the eyes of others and blind their sight..."
"You're despicable!"
"Thank you for the compliment. In battle, one should use every extreme means possible!"
"Is that so?" Roy, with bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, holding onto his last breath, struggled to raise his head. Looking calmly at Hisoka, he said: "I don't believe it, unless," "You, look me straight in the eyes!"
Hisoka raised his head and was suddenly stunned. He saw... a trace of blood color slowly crawling out from the depths of Roy's eyes, accompanied by three pitch-black, silent tomoe slowly spinning, instantly sucking his entire being inside!
In a trance, he seemed to see a crow. With a "Caw~", it flapped its wings and dropped a black feather... [Sharingan], activate!
[Genjutsu: Unlimited Void]!
Everything before his eyes shattered like a bubble with a "pop".
There was no "severed arm," no "playing card," and no "imagined pierced heart." When the "falsehood" dissipated, the "truth" was revealed... Roy was completely unharmed.
In truth, from the moment Hisoka struggled to climb back up from the garbage pile, Roy had beaten him at his own game. He pretended to be deceived by [Texture Surprise], yet silently and prematurely activated his Sharingan, planting a seed of [Genjutsu] within Hisoka!
"Thump..." Immersed, immersed, and silenced again... Amidst a hazy chaos, an entire [Demon Slayer World] poured into Hisoka's mind. The boy was like someone who suddenly fell into an abyss, a person on the verge of drowning, uncontrollably falling, falling, and falling again... He saw flying birds, fish and insects, wisteria flower bushes, and a fresh world completely different from the Hunter world. Finally hitting the bottom, he abruptly crashed into a secluded courtyard filled with the fragrance of wisteria flowers. Looking up, with a "clatter," he was completely surrounded by a group of swordsmen wielding various Nichirin swords, differing in size, clothing, and appearance.
"Praise the Sun." Following the tallest figure, a monk who was clearly blind yet constantly streamed with tears all day, silently recited a Buddhist chant.
"Clang!" A crimson blade, burning with raging flames that looked even more ferocious than Kastro's... suddenly flashed before his eyes, followed immediately by a hearty, loud shout: "This person is an enemy of Oyakata-sama. We might as well just chop him to pieces!"
Immediately after, following Kyojuro Rengoku who drew his sword first, Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Sanemi Shinazugawa... drew their swords one after another and closed in.
In just a split second, Hisoka was submerged by the reddish-brown sword aura, and his head was separated from his body...
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"Tremble"
His body was trembling non-stop. Meteor City, inside the Pale Church courtyard... Hisoka, caught in the Genjutsu, had just repaired his severed arm and stood before Roy again, but then he abruptly stopped moving!
His rebellious red hair, styled pointing to the sky, suddenly collapsed as if encountering some great terror. This collapse seemed to send a signal to Hisoka's physical body, causing him to start trembling uncontrollably from head to toe... shaking like a sieve... In the surroundings, the spectators waiting for him to strike, such as Chrollo, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Uvogin, Nobunaga, and the others, saw this and exchanged suspicious glances. They heard someone whispering nearby, asking with equal confusion: "Strange, why did he suddenly stop moving?"
The young ones then cast their gazes upon Roy, who had his hands behind his back and calmly walked past Hisoka, who was trapped in the [Unlimited Void].
The boy's silver hair cascaded like a galaxy, and the divine robe he wore was completely spotless.
He quietly brushed past Hisoka's shoulder. At a certain moment, he pinched a ray of moonlight, wielding it like a sword, and gently tossed it behind him... The moonlight tenderly swept across Hisoka's neck, and then...
The magician's head fell lightly, his head separated from his body just as he experienced in the Genjutsu, hitting the ground with a "thud".
"Roll, roll..." The head rolled like a watermelon until it stopped at Roy's feet.
Hisoka's narrow, slit-like eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the boy as if asking: "Why?"
Roy stopped at the right time, looking up at the phantom of the Champion Owl residing on his shoulder flapping its wings and flying into the high sky. Through the karmic thread between him and Hisoka, the boy heard a "poof" sound as both his head and body, just like Guzman before him, turned into a torn, headless rag doll...
Roy stated without joy or sorrow: "Because your texture surprise is merely an illusion, while I... can make it real if I want it real, and fake if I want it fake!" He lifted his foot and stomped down... The doll head that died in Hisoka's place was instantly crushed into fragments by Roy...
Suddenly a fire ignited, sweeping it into the flames and engulfing it...
Roy controlled that karmic thread, and across the phantom of the Champion Owl, he locked eyes with the figures in the Kakin Empire.
He mouthed wordlessly: "[Targeted Tracking Technique], go!"
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Kakin Empire, the First Prince's temporary palace, in front of a massive, crystal-clear screen resembling a water mirror.
The old brigade commander Grant, Guzman, Benjamin on the throne, and his host of private soldiers all plunged into an eerie silence. There was only a "tap... tap..."
The soft sound of Benjamin gently tapping the armrest of the throne echoed leisurely in the grand hall. In a trance, it felt like heavy hammer blows, knocking Grant and the others into a state of bewilderment, completely unable to see the trick.
What's going on with Hisoka?
Why did he stop moving?
Roy Zoldyck must have done something to him! Tangled thoughts grew like weeds, an endless wildfire.
Grant and dozens of Benjamin's private soldiers instinctively looked at Guzman to the side... To know the answer, they obviously could only ask the person involved, which meant... Hisoka, who was saved by the [Scapegoat Rag Doll]!
Clearly, as the private soldiers Benjamin Hoikoro relied on the most, Grant and the others were not completely ignorant of the [Truth Cult], which had recently become popular in Kakin and the V5, sweeping the entire continent like a torrent. On the contrary, they had done substantial intelligence homework... It was widely rumored within the cult that as long as one believed in [Truth] and was successfully blessed as a [Bishop], they would gain a one-time chance to cheat death.
This was an intelligence focal point that appeared on the desks of the top echelons of various nations.
Facts proved that no one could refuse a chance to [Cheat Death]. This was also... one of the reasons why the [Truth Cult] was currently tacitly allowed to preach with a blind eye turned to them.
"Guzman, I think you should know what to do." The old brigade commander Grant squinted and cast a glance at Guzman.
Guzman's green hair swayed in the wind. His expression shifted gloomily as he used his Nen aura to sense... Hisoka had already resurrected on the altar within the [Truth Cult's] encampment in the Kukan'yu Kingdom... With another glance, he recalled the phantom of the Champion Owl. Watching the screen dissipate and Roy's face disappear with it... the shock and gloom in his heart were no less than Grant and the others!
"Flames, photification, a mental shock suspected to target the soul, plus sharp swordsmanship. According to the God-given monarchical power, this guy is at least a [Count]. And a [Count]... this is far more than what he displayed last time. In other words..." "He didn't just step onto the [Path of Faith], rather, he has already walked quite a distance down this path, acquiring quite a bit of 'Aura Volume' and 'Nen Abilities'..."
Thoughts racing like lightning, Guzman forcefully suppressed his fluctuating emotions. Stepping out from the crowd, he bowed and saluted Benjamin Hoikoro, saying: "Of course,"
"I will go ask Hisoka right away,"
"Once I have the results, I will inform Your Highness immediately!"
The bizarreness of "Nen Abilities" lies in gathering intelligence. Aside from Hisoka himself, even with the enhancement of a scouting divine artifact like the Champion Owl, Guzman, relying solely on his own eyesight, found it difficult to discern exactly what type of [Secret Mental Art] Roy used... However, before Guzman could straighten his back,
And before Benjamin Hoikoro could express his stance,
A soft whisper carried by the wind suddenly passed through the giant window frames of the temporary palace, blowing into the hall and echoing in everyone's ears... "Found you..."
"Who is it?"
"Click!" Guns were loaded, swords were drawn from their sheaths.
The temporary palace was instantly on high alert!
The private soldiers led by the old brigade commander Grant immediately moved towards Benjamin Hoikoro, invisibly building a human wall and firmly protecting him behind them.
Benjamin Hoikoro's hand tapping the armrest abruptly stopped. Along with Guzman below the throne, they both looked toward the corner where the screen had disappeared. In the grand hall, beneath the glazed tiles, a pair of calm eyes faintly emerged. Chasing the vanishing phantom of the Champion Owl and following the karmic thread, they crossed the distance of time and space, firmly fixing their gaze on Guzman below, as well as... the "important figures" who were involved with the [Truth Cult], held high positions within the cult, and had been granted a chance to cheat death...
For instance, in the Kakin Empire, adjacent to the royal palace at the coastal harbor, Beyond Netero, who was currently inspecting the progress of the [Black Whale].
For instance, deep within the royal palace, the King of the Kakin Empire, Nasubi Hoikoro, who personally established the Seed Urn Ceremony and finalized the Kingdom Succession War. For instance, Botobai, who, under Netero's orders, was secretly investigating the [Truth Cult], had already collected a lot of intelligence, and was currently holding a quiet, closed-door meeting with a turned big-bellied bishop at a stronghold.
Or, for instance... the Second Princess of the Kukan'yu Kingdom, suspected of being connected to the [Sonata of Darkness].
As well as Pariston, who had just bid farewell to Beyond and had a close relationship with him. Although not part of the [Truth Cult's] upper echelon, he had already been drawn into the cult's sphere of influence.
At this moment,
When Roy's pair of eyes explicitly and implicitly appeared in the sky,
These people all froze simultaneously. Then, some were surprised, some suppressed a low chuckle, some frowned, some were vigilant... Their expressions varied, but uniformly, their emotions soared, completely unable to remain calm!
"Nyo ho ho ho. Such a familiar pair of eyes. Is that you, Roy Zoldyck?"
In the Kakin Empire, at the coastal harbor, Beyond's rugged face stared intensely at Roy, recognizing him instantly.
"It's him... it's him... it's really him!"
"My precious darling, my beloved... Roy!"
"Hehehe... hahaha... So you've been waiting for me to find you too, haven't you?"
On the Yorbian Continent, a new term of the Hunter Exam had begun. At a certain entrance, Tonpa, who unfortunately shared the same testing ground as Pariston, was suddenly startled by Pariston abruptly falling into a state of frenzy. Cursing inwardly, he shuffled his short, thick legs and distanced himself far away from him... Perhaps it was exactly this intuition to foresee danger in advance that allowed him to participate in over thirty consecutive Hunter Exams and remain unharmed. In short,
In the deep night with the moon hanging high in the sky,
Some people and some factions were destined to toss and turn, unable to sleep all night.
Among them, Botobai was no exception.
The battle with the boy during the Hunter Exam years ago had not been fully satisfying. This Triple-Star Terrorist Hunter, universally acknowledged as the number one person beneath Netero, wearing his Peking opera mask face, naturally imposing without being angry, reached out to calm the startled big-bellied bishop.
With another glance, he looked up deeply into Roy's eyes, his heart filled with agitation and anticipation.
"Don't worry, this person is also a Hunter from our Hunter Association."
"A Hunter?"
"That's right, a Hunter."
"Phew~" The big-bellied bishop stroked his chest and rolled his eyes at Roy: "Acting all mysterious, you startled me. Since you're both Hunters, then like you, he's also anti-terrorism?"
"No," Botobai crossed his arms, silently watching Roy's gaze, projected along the karmic thread, slowly dissipate. He said with a profound meaning: "His mission is heavier than mine, and also harder than mine."
The big-bellied bishop immediately became interested, letting out a drawn-out "Oh?", and asked curiously: "What kind of Hunter is he?"
Botobai watched as Roy's gaze completely vanished. Looking down and tilting his head over, he faintly spat out two words through his teeth: "God-Hunting!" "He said, he wants to be a [God-Hunting Hunter]!"
The big-bellied bishop tumbled off his chair with a smack, diving under the table in a second...
"Crazy! Damn it, you Hunter Association folks are all a bunch of lunatics!"
"You dare to say anything, you dare to take any job, aren't you really afraid of retribution?"
Retribution? Botobai, sitting by the table like a small mountain, suddenly snorted two long streams of vapor from his nostrils... thinking to himself: "When it comes to that boy, who will be whose retribution... is still very hard to say..."
With a puff, the pair of eyes belonging to Roy finally dissipated in the secret room.
Looking across the entire island in the center of the lake, enveloped by Lake Mobius, ultimately only the pair of eyes in the Kakin Empire's royal palace, inside the First Prince's temporary palace, remained suspended in the air. Looking down from above, they locked onto Guzman, the crimson light surging deep within the pupils piercing people to the point of making their hearts tremble!
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