"Come again...you are really daddy's beloved son..."
Hisoka's laugh was twisted and crazy. After his mask was broken by Xingyan, he put on a clown face and let Xingyan continue.
Many people couldn't help but frown when seeing his expression of becoming happier the more he got beaten.
But he didn't just passively take the beating. He caught the trajectory of Xingyan several times.
But the energy around Xingyan was too strange. It would always distort when he grabbed it, directly blocking the attack.
"Dad, do you want to experience the attack of that knife yourself?"
Xing Yan suddenly said something when he passed by someone, and then instantly stepped back a distance.
“Hehehe…hehehehahahahaha…”
Hisoka also stopped, laughed twistedly and crazily, raised his hands and grabbed his waist-length red hair with both hands.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, he simply pulled his hands and broke his long hair into two pieces. The red hair was lifted up and scattered all over the ring.
...
...
The longest hair left was only shoulder-length, after Hisoka combed it upwards with both hands.
The casual suit on his body was torn to pieces, and the familiar clown Hisoka stood on the ring.
"Dad, his name is Huan Wu!"
A black long sword suddenly appeared in Xingyan's hand. At the age of seven, he still hadn't grown very tall.
But in his hand, the knife magically shrank automatically, becoming the best shape that best suited his current body shape.
"Come on, let Daddy take a good look at how strong my baby son is!"
It seemed that Hisoka had laughed enough and suddenly he turned cold. A twisted and sticky telekinesis area formed with him as the center.
The area covered by the mental power was spreading rapidly, starting with the hair he had thrown out before, and soon covered the entire arena.
Xing Yan did not dodge at this time. When he felt the mental power coming, his first feeling was that the mental power was too sticky.
"First move, Moon Wheel!"
In Xingyan's hand, the long sword shattered as he spoke, and the fragments turned into three crescent blades, cutting off the surrounding telekinesis lines that were growing densely like seaweed.
But Hisoka's thoughts were too sticky, and even if they were cut off many times, they would still attack again.
"Type 2, Star Mark!"
Shaking his head, Xingyan shattered several crescent blades.
Starlight filled the surroundings, traveling in straight lines, clearing the mental energy around him.
"That's the move. The next step should be..."
In the private room, Silva Zoldyke clenched his fists nervously. This time he could finally see clearly the attack method of the knife.
"Brother, if Hisoka dies and then comes back to life, can you still inherit his legacy?"
Killua suddenly turned around and looked at Illumi.
He knew how money-obsessed his eldest brother was, so at this time, would his eldest brother want the inheritance?
"No, Xingyan will not let Hisoka really die. Even though he hasn't been back for a year and a half, Xingyan's favorite father is still Hisoka..."
When Ilmi talked about this fact, he felt inexplicably aggrieved in his heart.
When he has no missions, he always comes to the Sky Arena to accompany his son. He has been trying to change himself and let his child feel his love...
But I still can't compare to that guy who has been away for a year and a half and hasn't come back once.
"Brother, I think that if the person on the field was you, Xing Yan would not kill you."
Killua suddenly felt that his elder brother was a little miserable, and after thinking about it, he decided to comfort him.
However, considering his eldest brother's emotional intelligence, it is already a very good development that he is not disliked by children.
"That's the one..."
Silva Zoldyck has no time to care about his eldest son's mood. Even if he finds out, he will only say that it was Illumi's fault.
All his attention was on the ring, and when he saw the entire ring surrounded by stars, his excited murderous intent and mental power were boiling.
If it weren't for Zeno's Zoldyck suppressing him, it would probably have affected the people outside.
As a killer, especially the patriarch of a killer family, Silva Zoldyke should not be so excited, nor would he lose his composure.
However, he had been traumatized by the beating from Grimmjow before, and the six months of recuperation afterwards had become the biggest nightmare of his life.
On the stage, with stars twinkling everywhere, Xingyan was looking at Hisoka with a smug smile.
“Yes, very good...”
Hisoka looked at the galaxy chains around him and smiled silently, waiting for the real killing move of this attack to appear.
He was trapped. His mental power could not be transmitted wherever the Galaxy Chain touched.
His son did not disappoint him!
This feeling of being unable to resist is so comfortable. He finally found it!
Keep going, keep attacking!
Let him truly experience the feeling of death!
"Third Style... Afterglow!"
Under Hisoka's crazy gaze, Xingyan slowly raised his hands, closed his eyes and said the last move.
The diffuse starlight was gathered and all wrapped around Hisoka, like a huge cocoon of light.
"Xingyan, don't!"
In the VIP room, Ilmi screamed, and then jumped out of the window with a burst of telekinesis.
But even if he was anxious, it was too late.
The cocoon of starlight exploded from the inside, a huge roar sounded, and the entire venue began to shake.
The arena was breaking apart and cracks appeared in the audience seats. Some people still stayed here in the chaos waiting for the final result, but most of the audience still knew that they had to save their lives.
In the chaos, Sky Arena employees quickly appeared and took away the audience who wanted to leave, and those who did not want to leave were also protected.
After all, this is the last game, and the audience who can come here today are either rich or noble.
"Irmi Dad, this is the result Dad wants most."
Xingyan raised his head and looked at Ilmi who jumped in front of him, and gave a pure smile.
"You will be sad..."
Illumi looked at the light cocoon that had not yet completely broken, and observed with telekinesis, and found that he could no longer sense Hisoka's life breath.
He didn't blame Xingyan for being so cruel, he just felt a little distressed that his son had lost a father and would forever lack the fatherly love from Hisoka.
"Irmi father, no one will snatch your son from you anymore..."
Xingyan smiled with his eyes curved and stretched out his hand to Ilmi.
All this time, Illumi had always felt that Hisoka was a hindrance.
In this situation now, Hisoka is dead, so why is he unhappy?
"Whether he is alive or dead, it does not affect the fact that you are my son."
Ilmi stretched out his hand and pressed it on Xingyan's little head.
At this moment, he felt the sadness in his heart, and suddenly understood why Hisoka agreed to his joining.
Their son was not a target for robbery.
A father who doesn't understand family affection at all cannot give enough fatherly love, so Hisoka thinks that if one is not enough, then get two, and if the quality is insufficient, then make up for it with quantity.
But now, Hisoka is dead...
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