A Clash X Pariston's Nen Ability

It's him!

The sudden and shocking change shattered all the noise.

Clark's severed arm flew into the air, swept by the wind, and plunged into the sea, where it was instantly swallowed by the water.

"Sizzle-" Blood spurted out... Pariston and Gore were both stunned. The slash grazed their shoulders, cut through the ship's hull, and left a straight cut on the deck.

"Hey~ Hey~ My ship!" Mark Sim, who was fast asleep, was jolted awake and tumbled off his chair. Looking out the window, he saw—

A shocking ravine stretched from the bow all the way to the side of the ship, even more dramatic than being struck by lightning!

"Roy Zoldyck..." The Blonde Boy snapped out of his daze, his smile completely gone.

Gore hurriedly tore off a strip of cloth to bandage Clark, providing basic first aid. Clark gritted his teeth and held back his sobs, glaring angrily at Roy. He then took the opportunity to seal his Aura Nodes and unleash [Absolute] to begin healing.

The Sun-Earring Boy walked unhurriedly along the ravine that had been slashed open. All the fighting seemed to stop at that moment, and the others lined up to make way for him.

He remained expressionless, neither sad nor happy, quietly watching the Pariston trio.

Pariston pulled his hands out of his pockets and calmly asked, "Why?"

"You know we don't want to be your enemy, so we've been avoiding you... I believe with your intelligence, you can see through this..."

Those who enjoy hatred often find themselves hating others first... This stifling feeling nearly drove Pariston mad, and he involuntarily bound his hands with Nen Qi.

"Tap... tap..." Roy stepped off the bow of the ship, stepping over Kurajing's gaze, past the stunned Dagger Man, and walked a few steps to the Freak's side.

A glint appeared in the Freak's empty eyes. He craned his neck to look at him, and snorted coldly, "I didn't ask for your help."

"Shut up! I'll deal with you when we get back!" Roy held his Cane Sword level, pointing it straight at Pariston's throat. "All three of you, come at me together."

The younger brother is too weak to take on three opponents at once, so what's the point of letting the older brother try him out?

"He's family?" Pariston glanced at the Freak being protected by Roy, then suddenly realized... He withdrew his Nen Qi, spread his hands, and put on a fawning smile, saying, "Misunderstanding... it's all a misunderstanding... if we had known he was family, we wouldn't have attacked..."

This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple...

The bleeding from Clark's severed arm stopped. Coming to his senses, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and he nearly fainted again...

"Another Zoldyck?!"

"Why the hell didn't you say so earlier? Otherwise, I wouldn't have attacked you!"

"Calm down, the blood's seeping out again..." Goyle patted Clark on the shoulder, coldly scrutinizing the Roy and Ilmi brothers. Because of Roy boarding the ship... he could vaguely sense that pressure being amplified infinitely.

Roy held the Cane Sword, raising it with no intention of putting it down; this had nothing to Zoldyck, nor with ordinary people.

"If you choose to take action, you must be prepared to be retaliated against."

It's too late to say all this now!

[Magnetism, Compression, Gravity Blade!]

"Buzz—" The air coiled around the hands and feet of Pariston, Gore, and Clark in thin lines!

The three of them suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if a huge rock had hit them on the head. Their feet "cracked" as they were pressed into the deck!

Then... a bright flash of light appeared, along with a "Nen Needle" and several "coins," which, taking advantage of the moment they were immobilized, were aimed at their vital points and struck.

"I told you, I didn't need your help!" Illumi flashed towards Clark, he was as stubborn as a mule, and beside him was Gotoh, who was even faster than him!

The young butler pushed up his glasses, brushed past Roy's shoulder as he ran towards Gore, coins raining down from his hand like bullets...

"I'm sorry, Young Master, I can't bear to just watch from the sidelines. Please understand..."

"One... two..." They're really making things difficult for me... The slash flew out, faster than "Nen Needle" and "Coin." Roy strolled leisurely towards Pariston. "Crack... crack..." Several muffled sounds rang out as the deck was lifted up. Wood chips flew everywhere, blocking "Nen Needle" and "Coin," but not the slash. It grazed Pariston's ear and flew into the sea, taking a strand of his blond hair with it.

"Boom!" The sea surface exploded, forming a Uzumaki Clan.

Pariston's eyebrows twitched; he could clearly feel the sharpness of the blow. He unbuttoned his suit Button, revealing a white shirt underneath. "To be honest, I really dislike fighting, but... since you won't listen..."

"Clark, Gore, don't hold back, start the killing!"

The person who will become the vice president of the Hunter Association in the future is not without decisiveness!

When reason overwhelms the mind, then force must be placed on the high ground to completely knock the enemy unconscious and inflict pain!

Clark and Gore received their orders, and with a fierce determination, they decided to kill the Zoldyck first, regardless of who they were!

Amidst the flurry of Nen Qi, they clashed with Gotoh and Illumi respectively.

"Bang bang bang..." The sounds of clashing weapons echoed incessantly. Mark Sim was so distressed he almost fainted... He kept shouting, "Be gentle... my ship... my ship..."

Surrounding him were crew members and examinees who had rushed into the captain's cabin, all cowering and not one daring to try to break up the fight...

Roy twirled his sword, imbuing it with his Nen Qi, causing it to gleam with a cold light. He then sliced through a wooden plank flying towards him with a single stroke. With another glance, he used his fully mastered "Shadow Step" to thrust at Pariston.

"Sun Breathing - Seventh Form - Sun Flower Thrust!"

The blade sparked as it rubbed against the air. With a boost of over a hundred points in constitution, Roy's strike was so fast that it produced a sharp whistling sound, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to Pariston's heart.

The Blonde Boy narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers lightly, "Come out, Chessboard!"

The black and white Chessboard expanded outwards from him in an instant, followed by the neighing of several horses, "Hee-ho, hee-ho..."

Eight magnificent horses suddenly leaped out from the white empty space, fully armored, carrying knights on their backs and wielding long spears, blocking Roy's path!

"Chessboard... cavalry... Master of the Situation... a game-strategy-like ' Nen Ability,' I must say, it's very much like your style, Pariston..." Eight spears thrust forward, Roy changed his move halfway, switching from "thrust" to "pick," and then another... "Circle Slash"...

The slash, wreathed in flames and accompanied by flashes of cold light, severed the lance and the knight's hand holding it... Then came several raised hooves, which the knight pulled on the reins to trample over Roy!

"Good heavens... what did I just see?"

Why can a knife catch fire?

Why does my body feel heavy?

"And what are those armored horses... armored knights...?"

The Light Sword were incessant, and occasionally a burst of "Sword Qi" would cleave through a window and burst into the captain's cabin... Everyone except Mark Sim shuddered and huddled together.

so..

"Is this the real Hunter Exam?"

Kurajing, in a deserted corner, stared blankly... her beautiful pupils filled with the image of Sun-Earring Boy wielding Cane Sword, unleashing a flurry of Sword Qi.