On the deck, under the blue sky, Kite, with a long sword at his waist, had already leaped up and climbed the mast, leaning against the sail to observe the battle.
Both Roy and Pariston Hill gave him an intense sense of danger!
Especially Roy... Kite pressed down the brim of his hat. He had seen it clearly. The tip of the sword rubbing against the air to ignite was physically igniting, not relying on "Nen" attached to the blade to create the illusion of fire.
In other words... besides being skilled in swordsmanship, Roy Zoldyck's physical constitution was far superior to his own...
Adding to that the strange "pressure" and "suction"... 'He's really a hard guy to read.'
"Hee-hee-hee..." The horse hooves stomped down with immense force!
The lances that had been previously cut by Roy's sword were instantly repaired by Pariston Hill's expenditure of Nen, and they seized the opportunity to stab at him along with the hooves!
Roy's expression didn't change. He freed his left hand and casually slapped the air!
[Magnetism · Oppression]
"Bo!" The air froze into a wall, instantly stopping the hooves and lances. Then, with a wave of Roy's large hand, the men and horses were sent tumbling backward, unable to get near him at all...
'Here it is again, the "oppression."' Kite narrowed his eyes, noticing Roy's preparatory motion. 'His right hand is enveloped in a milky-white "Nen," as if bound to a magnet, able to switch polarity at will, deciding between "repulsion" and "attraction," thereby controlling the magnetic field to achieve the goal of sending others flying or pulling them in.'
"Hehehe... wonderful, Roy Zoldyck," The horses were overturned, the knights fell, some even plunging into the sea... Pariston Hill, however, didn't mind at all. He reached out and snapped his fingers again. "Elephant, come!"
"Moo-Awooo—" A powerful, resounding trumpet blast exploded, making everyone's eardrums ache!
Some people were at a loss, some were terrified and dazed, some covered their ears, not knowing what had happened. Then, they saw the black and white chessboard suddenly open a vortex. A pair of enormous, sharp tusks were faintly visible, followed by a trunk, a body, and a tail... The full view was revealed, and they finally saw...
It was a war elephant, draped in thick scale armor and metal tusk covers!
"Boom!" The war elephant raised its trunk, its four feet trampling... The entire "Poseidon" seemed to tremble with it. The deck could be seen groaning under the weight, beginning to crack.
In the captain's room, everyone's mouths were wide open in shock, already at a loss for words to describe the stunning scene before them.
Many people had even forgotten that they were still in the "point scramble," needing to snatch others' number plates, collect points, and increase their ranking.
But... they forgot... they fucking forgot everything... Even the old captain couldn't remember. He stared blankly as his beloved treasure ship was ravaged, unable to utter a single syllable.
He still remembered, on the day he received the order from his superiors, he had pounded his chest and confidently guaranteed them that even if this year's candidates beat each other's brains out, his "Poseidon" was tough enough. If it even got a single scratch, it would mean those candidates were really something.
Now... Maxim had given up thinking and started praying... As long as it didn't sink before reaching Dolle Island, he would count it as a blessing.
"Heeheehee... Little Hill, stomp him to death!" Clark, dealing with the incoming Nen needles, wrapped his fists in [Shu] and traded a few hard blows with Illumi. Both retreated two steps, creating temporary distance.
Illumi shook his hand, sparing a sliver of his attention to look worriedly at Roy... The war elephant seemed to understand human speech. As Pariston Hill pointed at Roy: "Go!"
Its four feet stomped hard on the deck, leaving a crater with every step, sending wood chips flying as it rumbled over... It was close. It thrust its metal-covered tusks, intending to run Roy through!
"Young Master!" Gotoh flicked a coin, shooting it at the war elephant. Unfortunately, the elephant's hide was thick. Although the coin embedded itself in its body, it felt nothing and continued its dull-witted charge. In a second, it was right in front of Roy!
"Didn't anyone tell you not to get distracted during a fight?" Gore, catching Gotoh off guard, touched his cross and released a wisp of gray mist. Once inhaled, it would cause hallucinations, making one feel depressed, lose interest in everything, and only want to commit suicide.
Therefore, Gotoh had been on guard. This time, even though he took a [Shu]-enhanced punch from Gore and was sent flying, he didn't dare touch even a speck of that mist...
"Bang!" As Gotoh's figure was sent flying, Roy finally moved... He stabbed his cane-sword into the ground, and instead of retreating, he advanced. He rolled up his sleeves, and, judging the timing, he grabbed the elephant's tusks... Under the astonished gazes of Pariston Hill, Kite, Illumi, Clark, Gore, Maxim, Kurajing, and the others, he calmly said: "Up!"
And they saw...
The incomparably huge war elephant, which had occupied half the deck, was lifted into the air by the young man's arms. Its four feet pointed to the sky as it howled in terror, and it was thrown into the sea!
"Plop!" The massive object hit the water, sending up a huge splash...
The young man clapped his hands, then looked up again. "Is that all?"
Pariston Hill's face paled, and his breathing began to show signs of disorder....
"Conjuration" is not "imagination." It relies on the "consumption of Nen" as a foundation to create tangible objects.
[Yorbian Chess] was precisely Pariston Hill's Nen ability. As the name implied, it was a chess game popular on the Yorbian continent. Because Pariston Hill had loved playing it since childhood, even winning prizes in international tournaments, the moment he tested as a "Conjurer" via the "Water Divination"...
...he had the idea to develop a corresponding "Nen ability" using "chess" as the "visualization object."
As it turned out, his line of thinking was correct, and the development process was extremely smooth... "Eight Pawns," "Eight Knights," "Four Elephants," "Two Dragons," "One King," and "One Queen" successively came into being, becoming his reliance for navigating the world.
Now, the "Elephant" was clearly useless... Pariston Hill took a deep breath, simply gave up on the war elephant, and covered his face. Peeking through his fingers, he watched Roy pull out his cane-sword again and approach him step by step. He had never been forced into such a pathetic situation before...
One could only say... as expected of the Zoldyck family's eldest son!
The young man's shoulders shook, and he laughed with a suppressed voice.—
"Hehehe... seriously, I never thought I'd see a day like this."
Pariston Hill, with a dry, hoarse throat, looked at Roy seriously and said, "Thank you for the reminder. In the future, if I encounter someone like you, I will plan more meticulously in advance."
Roy said nothing, merely walking forward with his cane-sword.
It was evening, and the setting sun cast a brilliant afterglow, draping him in a red cloak. The young man stopped his steps, leveled his cane-sword, and said, "Are you done?"
Pariston Hill:
His face flushed red, and for the first time, an expression of anger appeared!
He clapped his hands together,
And shouted in a low voice, "Silver Dragon Possession!"
"Roar!"
(Correct chapter... right?)