Roy vs. Silva × "Four Arms"-Roy Shows His Strength for the First Time (4.2K)

He dug his toes into the ground, Zeno not to hear the old man's sarcastic remarks...

As usual, he came up behind Maha and massaged the old man's shoulders. "Grandpa, Father is still alive, right?"

"What do you want to say? Spit it out if you have something to say, or get lost." Maha didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to rock in his rocking chair.

"It was Roy who reminded me." Zeno wasn't annoyed at being scolded. He smoothly walked down Maha's shoulders, spine, and back, saying, "I didn't tell you everything on the phone. The timing of the ' Curse ' on the back of that child's hand is a bit subtle."

With his white hair flowing freely and the inscription "One Kill A Day" on his chest swaying in the wind, the former head of the Zoldyck family frowned deeply. After a pause, he said in a rather heavy tone, "As you know, Silva and I both delved into Father's memories, and... nothing happened."

"But Roy was targeted the moment he entered the Game. I've been thinking about it these past few days... maybe it's his father... who favors that kid..."

Maha closed his eyes and remained silent.

Zeno massaged the old man's head, starting from his neck, carefully choosing his words: "As you can see, that ' Curse ' is quite unusual. Besides ' Nen,' it also contains other 'things'..."

Maha impatiently interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense, just say ' Faith '!"

The old man grumbled irritably, "This is Zoldyck, not the Dark Continent. No matter how long those 'guys' reach is, they can't possibly cover this!"

"Grandpa is right." Zeno squatted down, showing his forehead, adopting a posture of accepting punishment...

Maha raised his hand, then lowered it again. After a moment, he sighed listlessly, "Alright, I understand... [The book] is in the right drawer, take it to him..."

"Yes."

At that moment, as night faded, a faint ray of light tore through the darkness, announcing to the world that dawn was about to Daybreak.

A long silence fell over the dimly lit room...

Leaving the Ancient Castle, Roy continued downhill, through dense forest, past the Butler Villa, when he unexpectedly encountered a "Pig-Head" at the mountain pass... Hearing the noise, the "Pig-Head" bowed and said, "Good morning, Young Master."

A twitch at the corner of his mouth aggravated the injuries on his face, causing him to wince in pain... Clearly, he had been badly beaten up yesterday!

"Hmm." Roy glanced at Kastro, brushed past him and ran downstairs, then returned the way he came to his bedroom. He took a quick shower, and Gotoh, as always, faithfully performed her duties on the first day she arrived home, pushing the food cart to deliver the meals on time.

What happened to your face?

The young butler had bruises scattered across her face and a cut near her eye. Although she tried her best to cover them up with makeup, Roy saw through her disguise at a glance.

"I taught a monkey a lesson, it's nothing serious." Gotoh didn't mention the battle with Kastro yesterday.

Since he was unwilling to say more, Roy didn't ask any further questions. He sat quietly at the table eating his breakfast and listened to Roy's report on the arrangements for Kurajing.

"As per the Young Master's instructions, I have arranged for someone to give her 'physical' training. Once she has adapted to the rhythm, we will begin to teach her."

"No rush." Roy took a bite of his bacon sandwich, thinking of Kurapika... The Kurta Clan, with its "Scarlet Eyes," has a high potential; he could try focusing on nurturing it. He said, "We'll open the two Testing Gate for her when she's able to push them open."

"Yes."

Gotoh deftly handed him a tissue... Roy took it, looked up at him, and asked, "And you?"

The young butler adjusted his glasses. "The knife is ready, just waiting for you, Young Master."

The "Breathing Secret Technique" that can enhance physical fitness and boost combat power was something Gotoh had heard Roy mention to him on the airship. He figured that after learning it... he wouldn't be as pathetic as he was yesterday, even if...

He was the ultimate victor.

"Wait for me by the pond at five o'clock in the evening."

After leisurely wiping his mouth, the Sun-Earring Boy pushed back his chair, stood up, and with a wave of his hand, there was a "whoosh..."

Whoosh...

"Snow Walk" and "Cane Sword" flew in one after the other, but he caught them firmly in his hands.

At this moment, the red sun leaps out, pouring out its morning glow, which shines through the bright glass window onto the Sun-Earring Boy, draping him in a Rosy Garment.

Gotoh bowed respectfully and said, "Young Master... good luck..."

Roy, without turning his head, said, "Thanks for your kind words."

A swamp immediately appeared beneath his feet, and to the butler's astonished gaze, he sank into the ground... When he reappeared, he was already outside the door...

"Whoosh~" A mountain breeze blew by, Gotoh's gaze became somewhat dazed. He subconsciously glanced outside again. Roy disappeared and reappeared like a ghost, completely unpredictable... from which corner would he appear next?

As expected, all I can say is... "It still has to be the Young Master!"

Having witnessed too many "strange things" happening to Roy, the young butler quickly adjusted his mindset, cleared away the dishes, pushed the food cart out of the room, and headed towards the storeroom... Since the Young Master had said he would wait for him by the pool deep in the mountains at dusk, he wouldn't break his promise and would surely... return safely.

Before that, all he had to do was prepare the knife and wait quietly.

"Thump... thump..." The master and servant parted ways.

From a corner of the wall, Roy peeked out again, now outside the dimly lit room. He saw two old men, having finished breakfast, leaning against the windowsill with their hands behind their backs, basking in the sun... He approached slowly and called out to each, "Grandpa... Great-Grandpa..."

Zeno accompanied Maha, who nodded slightly to him. As the sun rose fully, turning white, Maha lazily said, "Go."

7:54 in the morning.

The door to the training room was open, revealing a tall, imposing man.

He placed one foot on each of the two stone pillars, his back to the open doorway, in a split position.

Roy walked past Zeno and Maha in silence, then suddenly transformed... his body shrank, his skin wrinkled, his back slightly hunched, and his once black hair turned white with frost, becoming Jager. He looked at Silva from afar, as if to say, "Your grandpa's here! Aren't you getting over here?"

Maha, Zeno:

They exchanged a glance, then the former laughed and scolded, "You brat, trying to fool your dad!"

A pair of old eyes were fixed on the Sun-Earring Boy, filled with longing and memories...

"Grandpa misses Father... Roy really knows how to manipulate people..." Zeno noticed Maha's unusual behavior, and watched Roy, now transformed into Jager, walk unhurriedly towards the training room. In an instant, he understood Roy's intention...

Building momentum!

As the old saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt, and exhaust it completely after a third." Knowing there is a gap in strength, yet still moving forward without fear, that is true courage!

The Sun-Earring Boy, "borrowing the tiger's might," imitated Jager's appearance to embolden himself!

The distance of a hundred paces gradually shrank to fifty paces... thirty paces... twenty paces... ten paces... until—

Standing at the door, I looked up and saw a pair of sharp eyes that were indifferent yet contained a hint of surprise... and then...

It was a sudden, explosive burst of killing intent!

It suddenly pressed down on him!

Silva suddenly looked back; what was originally just a test... now it seemed he didn't need to hold back!

"Crackling and popping~"

Father and son stared at each other, and it seemed as if an electric arc exploded in the air.

In the garden next to the training room, the butler chased after Milluki, trying to stop him from urinating... but the chubby boy wouldn't listen. He straightened up and aimed at Illumi, who was hanging upside down from a tree, and spit it out...

The result was that he transformed into a shooting star in the sky, rolling out of Illumi's sight... The Sun-Earring Boy flipped down, pulled his feet back, crossed his arms, and leaned against the thick willow tree, wisely not approaching. His empty, lifeless eyes reflected the two figures, one large and one small, as he quietly watched... At a certain moment, a bright flash of light pierced the sky... Clang!

"Snow Walk" and "Cane Sword" were drawn simultaneously!

The Sun-Earring Boy's silver hair flew wildly upside down, his aura reaching its peak, and his slightly bent back straightened at that moment...

"Sizzle~" The killing intent and momentum collided... creating distorted ripples in the air.

Silva watched Roy: "Your grandpa Jager doesn't know how to use a knife."

Roy's twin swords, now red and ignited... two bursts of flame erupted, followed by a flourish of his swords, spreading waves of heat. "So, does he know how to play with fire?"

"Smack~"

With a loud bang, the floorboards cracked!

Silva twisted the thread into a strand, then into a whip... Nen Whip in his hand, he looked down at Roy, a slight upward smirk playing on his lips...

"He, I don't know, but... you..."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Playing with fire!"

Roy nodded in deep agreement, then looked up and suddenly two fiery Sword Qi, each forty meters long, crossed and slashed towards Silva...

"Sizzle~" Crevice appears, heat wave erupts... its sharp edge is fully revealed.

Before it even Silva, it forced Silva's waist-length silver hair to scramble backward to avoid danger!

[Firm]?

The flames solidified, their surface an orange-red, their center a terrifying white... Silva had killed countless people, his life spent either on missions or on his way to missions. Even without using [Condensation], he could tell with his naked eyes... that his eldest son had gained skill and learned [Firmness]!

"Crack... Crack..." Two loud bangs resounded, so loud they ruptured eardrums!

[Firm] against [Firm], Silva flipped his wrist, and the "Nen Whip" on his armor instantly doubled in size!

Like a serpent, flicking its tongue, it coiled towards the fiery Sword Qi... With a "boom," the "Nen Qi" exploded!

It grazed Roy and Silva, pouring out recklessly... tearing through walls, piercing windows, as if someone had been firing a heavy machine gun, leaving a scene of utter devastation, not a single spot untouched...

"Go outside and fight." Just then, a chilling "command" came... Maha winced in pain, then flicked Zeno's forehead. "You brat, you've learned [Firm], why didn't you say so sooner?"

You're wasting money! Plastering, touch-up painting, flooring installation—you think it's free?

Zeno, having taken this blow, was speechless with bitterness... "You're already angry with me, who would dare say another word?"

Inside the training room.

Silva remained silent, then darted out through the broken window...

Roy followed closely behind, a swamp appearing beneath his feet. He traversed the ground beneath the surface, unleashing [Circle] to pinpoint Silva's location... A burst of Nen Qi silently spread out from him... like Mist Fluff, passing Illumi, passing Silva, drifting and swirling until it enveloped Maha and Zeno... the range reaching over a hundred meters.

"Here we go again!" Illumi, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly felt a jolt in his "mind," and immediately recalled that night in Zaban City... the same "Nen Qi," the same familiarity, the same "spying"... "So it's my dear brother..."

The foolish little brother finally understood, showing no anger or frustration at having his "inner thoughts" exposed. Instead, he surprisingly calmly watched as Roy suddenly burst from underground, circled behind Silva, and launched a lightning-fast thrust towards his heart...

He thought to himself, "Now you know how much I care about you."

"Sizzle~" The blade tip pierced the air with a piercing shriek!

Zeno, with his hands behind his back, glanced at Maha and said, "Let me state upfront, I don't know when Roy learned [circles] either."

Maha carefully savored the "Mist Fluff" Nen Qi, his old eyes reflecting the sword light. With a shudder, he dispersed the "Mist Fluff" and chuckled, "Not just [Yuan], you little rascal, trying to eavesdrop on this old man's 'thoughts'! You deserve a beating!"

"Snap!" The "Nen Whip" seemed to have eyes; although Silva held it in his hand, it suddenly veered backward, striking Silva. Then...

Roy felt his hand sink, and was immediately pulled away, grazing Silva's shoulder as he flew past!

[Circle] Combined with a spatial Nen Ability resembling a swamp... The man lashed out and chased after him with another whip, turning the tables and taking advantage of Roy's missed thrust to lash out at his back. He had to admit... the Sun-Earring Boy had indeed grown stronger during his time away from home!

At least... that bizarre "Swamp Space -type Nen Ability" caught his eye!

"Three lashes... Father, this is your third lash, isn't it?"

A whooshing sound came from behind, and an alarm blared in his mind... With his back to the "Nen Whip," which was as solid as a physical object and as thick as a forearm, the Sun-Earring Boy remained calm and threw it with a backhand!

"Snow Walk" and "Cane Sword" flew out of his hand!

With a thought, he lashed out at the Nen Whip... Silva glanced at him unexpectedly and recognized him as [Zhou]!

[Zhou][Jian][Yuan]... The Sun-Earring Boy learned three of the five applied techniques... Silva flicked his hand, driving the "Nen Whip" to sweep away the twin swords, his eyes burning as he looked intently at Roy and said, "You've improved faster than I expected."

Even so... Roy raised his hand and used [Magnetism Attraction] to instantly pull "Snow Walk" and "Cane Sword" back into his hand. He then looked at Silva and calmly said, "Even so, Father, you must continue, won't you?"

Silva neither admitted nor refuted, but instead lashed out with his whip again at Roy, demonstrating his answer through his actions.

"That was just a warm-up; now comes the real test..."

As Silva spoke, the "Nen Whip" wrapped in [Firmness] was even more ferocious than a steel whip. Not only was its strength immense, but its agility far surpassed that of a steel whip... highlighting the characteristics of an "Emission" Nen user: "Great Aura, Bricks Flying!"

"Silva is serious." In the corridor, Zeno squinted, watching clearly. "Three lashes weren't enough to bring Roy down; he's angry."

"What if three more lashes and he still hasn't fallen?" Maha said.

Zeno was taken aback, and before he could think about the question, he saw...

With a "whoosh" sound...

Faced with his father's violent Nen Whip, the Sun-Earring Boy neither dodged nor avoided it. Two "wings" sprouted from his ribs, and two more arms emerged from beneath his two arms. One hand condensed a magnetic field and raised a [Magnetic Field Shield], while the other hand materialized a "Short Blade" suddenly.

It went from "two swords" to "three swords"!