The Crocodile King Descends: Triple Spinning Stone

The Three-Hundred-Year Crocodile King slowly crawled ashore.

He was enormous.

Standing at the water's edge, he looked like a small mountain.

His dark purple scales gleamed like metal in the sunlight, each one as thick as a palm.

His yellow, lantern-sized slit eyes swept coldly over the people on the shore.

As if they were ants.

The moment he came ashore,

all the ordinary Kaira Giant Crocodiles in the lake cowered underwater, too frightened to surface.

He did not even bother glancing at the ordinary giant crocodile that had just died.

It was sheer dominance.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath.

Leorio swallowed, his voice trembling a little.

"He's... he's huge..."

Kurapika frowned, his Chain already sliding down to his wrist.

"Be careful," he said. "He's in a completely different league from the last one."

Killua crouched into a fighting stance.

The Nen Blades at his fingertips glinted coldly.

But his expression was more grave than ever.

He could sense it.

The life energy coursing through the Crocodile King was absurdly powerful.

Stronger than that of any human he had ever met.

Gon stood at the front, fists clenched.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only excitement.

And... a trace of reverence.

Reverence for the ingredients.

A prey animal this big, this strong—

its meat had to be delicious.

The Crocodile King moved.

He did not attack right away.

Instead, he opened his massive jaws and let out a deep roar.

Humm—

It was not loud, yet it struck everyone in the chest like a sledgehammer.

Leorio staggered back two steps, his face pale.

Gon and Killua frowned too.

That was no ordinary roar.

It was a display of dominance.

The raw pressure of a predator at the top of the food chain.

A lower-ranked creature