Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

Chapter 85 Musketeers X Father and Son Hiding Their Secrets

"Looks like you're ready."

In the restaurant, a sumptuous lunch has been laid out at both ends of a huge long table.

Today, only Silva and Sean lightly stomped their feet a couple of times to shake off the snow clinging to their boots.

Sean pushed open the door and walked in, immediately meeting Silva's sharp gaze.

The current head of the Zoldyck family clasped his hands together, watching quietly as Sean pulled out a chair, sat down with an air of authority, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"We're not fully prepared, so we can't let Mr. Du down, can we?" He rolled up his sleeves, forked a piece of steak, and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, Sean spat it out with a "pui" sound.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"

"It's not that it's not very raw, it's just a little unripe."

“Zibo Nian,” Silpa said calmly. “Replace the young master’s plate.”

"If I lost the match because of diarrhea, people would say that my victory was unfair."

"Heh~ No need for that!" Sean waved his hand to stop Ziponian, opened his mouth and blew on the plate. "Puff~" A ball of flame flashed by~

The steak sizzled and released oil, perfectly cooked medium-rare. This level of control over the flames didn't seem like someone who had only recently discovered this technique.

Silva's eyes flashed almost imperceptibly as he looked intently at Sean and asked, "You've mastered the fire attribute?"

Two years to master the wind attribute, one year to master the fire attribute. Zi Po Nian stood aside, unable to resist adjusting the glasses on his nose. His old eyes, hidden by the lenses, were fixed on Sean, in disbelief!

"Hey~" Sean chuckled lightly, "How could that be?"

He tore off a piece of steak and chewed it heartily: "Hmm, I'm sure Mr. Do doesn't know how difficult it is to cultivate natural attributes."

"Well, all I know how to do now is play a little fire-breathing trick, like grilling steak."

Is that so? Unlike Zipanian, who visibly breathed a sigh of relief, Silva flicked his wrist and threw a flying fork, which shot towards Sean's face!

The speed of the action and the suddenness of the decision completely caught everyone present off guard!

"Whoosh!" The steel fork, carrying surging psychic power, arrived in the blink of an eye!

Before he'd even swallowed a piece of steak, Sean glanced sideways at Silva and sneered, "I don't think it's time yet, do you, Mr. Sean?"

He flicked his wrist, aimed at the steel fork, and made a hand gesture as if shooting a gun. Then, "biu~"

Musket!

A fireball, fired after the initial strike, instantly melted the steel fork and continued its rapid trajectory toward Silva!

The current head of the Zoldyck family chuckled softly, suppressing his voice, "Son, this doesn't seem like some kind of fire-breathing trick."

He tilted his head to avoid the fireball, but unfortunately, the wall behind him didn't have legs and was forced to take the hit. Overwhelmed, he let out a mournful cry. A huge bullet hole pierced through his front and back, almost breaking the old man's heart!

"I said, let's eat, who told you to lay a hand on me?!" The wind and snow poured into the restaurant through the bullet holes. Maha, who had just returned from the foot of the mountain, was still savoring the memory of last night's passion when he suddenly heard the "gunshot." He stormed in furiously and, without saying a word, swung his hand and shoved one of them in the buttocks.

"Hey~ I'm telling you, this isn't my fault." *Smack!* Big Buckle slapped Sean straight on the forehead. With a "plop," the boy turned into a log and rolled down to Maha's feet.

Unbeknownst to the others, he had already flown out of the window and landed lightly on the top of a pine tree in the yard.

"Substitute technique?!"

"You brat, don't run away if you've got the guts!"

"I'll beat the shit out of you!"

His sleeves were about to be rolled up when Silva, having taken a blow from Maha, reached out and grabbed him.

“Grandpa, I’d better take care of the matter of ‘the father is to blame for the son’s misbehavior’.”

As he spoke, Silva squinted at Sean: "Six days from now, by the small lake in the mountains, I'll be waiting for you."

Sean clicked his tongue, then shoved his hands into his pockets and vanished in an instant, riding the wind and snow.

"This kid actually mastered fire attribute?" With his white hair swaying wildly, Zeno appeared with his hands behind his back, looking quite nonchalant. The bastard, pressed against the wall, touched the bullet hole; the wall, scorched by flames, was still faintly hot. One could imagine that if Silva hadn't had a flash of inspiration and tested this move, he might have been tricked by this kid Sean when the fight actually started!

"That brat, he must have secretly learned all the Fire Release ninjutsu!" Maha snorted. "With a thought, flames instantly erupt. Last time, he was the one who secretly burned my butt!"

"So, Father, Grandpa, isn't that what makes it interesting?" Silva chuckled as he watched Sean leave. "To be honest, if it weren't for fulfilling our promise, I'd be impatiently waiting right now!"

"Crackling sounds" as his joints snapped, and a surge of power suddenly burst forth from Silva's body, even blowing back the wind and snow that had been flying in through the bullet holes!

"Triple breakthrough?!" Maha and Zeno exchanged a glance. The latter circled Silva once, then couldn't help but nod: "It really is a triple breakthrough. Looks like you haven't wasted these past three years, Silva."

"With the last weakness addressed, our chances of winning against that kid Sean have undoubtedly increased!"

"Win my ass!!" Zeno cried out in pain, having just circled Silva once, when Maha suddenly grabbed one of his ears: "You dog, now the Zoldyck family only has you left as a piece of trash!"

"Tell me, in two years, how are you going to fight Sean?!"

"Grandpa...it hurts...it hurts..." Zeno felt utterly humiliated, especially in front of Silva, and wished he could just smash his head against a wall. He barely managed to escape from Maha's clutches, and gave the old man a resentful look, saying, "With Silva around, why would I need to lift a finger?"

"What if Silva loses?" Maha glared at Zeno with exasperation. "You bastard, you're not going to just surrender then, are you?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I can't possibly lose!" Before Zeno could speak, Silva said calmly, "Three years ago, Sean was able to snatch the bell from my hands. Three years later, as a father, I'll have to get my revenge."

"Let him live!"

"Then it's up to you." Maha glared at Zeno one last time, then turned and stormed off with his hands behind his back.

"You can't count on that bastard anymore, Silva~ give him a good beating! This old man never expected to end up like this, at his age, forced to fight with people."

The door slammed shut with a creak.

Only the father and son remained in the restaurant, silently facing each other.

After a moment, Zeno rubbed his ear, which was aching from Maha's pinch, and glanced at Silva, asking, "Are you confident?"

“Breaking the limits of natural attributes is not so easy to deal with, especially since this kid Sean seems to have broken through twice in a row.”

"But so what?" Silva turned his head and glanced at Zeno indifferently: "If I can't, does Father have to be?"

"You know, I'm much stronger than you now!"

Geno: "."

Damn it!

Sorry for the late update.

Chapter 86 Riding the Wind and wielding the sword X Attention from Kim Fu-ri

Chapter 86 Riding the Wind and Controlling the Sword X Attention from Kim Fu Li Shi

Six days is but a blink of an eye

The winter snow had been falling for almost a month. As usual, Sean rolled out of bed, immediately grabbed his paintbrush, and drew a big X on the calendar. The day had arrived, and the boy suddenly remembered his favorite movie from his past life, *Fearless*.

The beggar Sun Wuji asked Huo Yuanjia with a smile, "Huo Yuanjia~ Huo Yuanjia~ When will you be the number one in Tianjin?"

Huo Yuanjia smiled and said, "Today!"

That's right, today is the day I'm going to give myself a grand coming-of-age ceremony as I turn fourteen!

Sean's lips curled upwards, his smile transcending time and space, seemingly overlapping with that of Huo Yuanjia back then—both exuding the same spiritedness, confidence, and arrogance.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready." "Squeak~" At this moment, the door opened and Wutong pushed the food cart in.

The young butler shook off the snow and lifted the lid of the plate, releasing steam and a fragrant aroma for today's breakfast: bacon, soft-boiled eggs, a buttered croissant, and a drink made with fresh milk from a Zoldyck ranch—emphasizing a balanced diet.

"You've worked hard." Sean picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying his meal. Wutong watched silently, finding it hard to believe that in just three years, the young master had grown to the point where he could challenge the master!

Three years ago, he was just a novice who was inferior to me. But three years later, he has grown into someone I can't even look up to!

"Young Master, can you win?" Wutong suddenly asked.

"What do you think?" Sean downed a large glass of milk in one gulp and didn't eat any more. He was content with being about 70% full; eating more would inevitably cause bloating when they started cooking.

"I think the young master will definitely win!" Wutong raised his fist at Sean.

Sean laughed heartily, patted him on the shoulder, his gaze lingering on his glasses for a moment before he said meaningfully, "Let me give you a piece of advice: these old fogies are remnants of the old era."

In other words, the new era has no ship capable of carrying them!

"Hey~ that brat is indirectly insulting us, Jaeger." In the cabin behind the mountain, Maha was crunching on a baguette, like a bald old hamster, occasionally glancing sideways at Sean in the scene and pouting in annoyance.

Jag poured the old man a cup of hand-ground coffee, chuckling, "The boy is right. Father, you, me, and Aro—aren't we all remnants of the old era, destined to be eliminated by the times?"

"Bullshit! That's you." Maha winked smugly at Jege, "Your old man here is no less capable than the young men. Let me tell you a secret, all the girls down the mountain adore me, calling me 'geigei' all the time, it's so sweet!"

Jaeger: "."

Is that someone who likes you? Or is it someone who likes your money?

"Don't be shameless, you old man!" Jugger rolled his eyes discreetly, adjusted the surveillance glasses on his face, and looked closely.

After bidding farewell to Wutong, Sean swiftly flew into the mountains and forests. The mountains and forests were densely covered with cameras, and no matter how well they were hidden, they could not escape Sean's detection.

Sean, a faint sneer playing on his lips, ignored it all, grabbed a large tree, quietly crept up, and with a quick grab, placed one hand on each of Illumi and Killua's foreheads: "What are you looking at? Count me in?"

Illumi and Killua froze abruptly, one to the left and one to the right, one using a Nen Nail and the other a hand chop, instinctively slashing towards them—but alas—

"My silly little brother~ How can you treat your brother like this~ It really hurts~"

Each of them landed a "big brother version of loving iron fist" on Illumi and Killua's foreheads. Even though Illumi had already broken through one level, the pain almost brought tears to his eyes. He and Killua crouched down, clutching their heads.

"Ugh, that brat doesn't know his own strength. Don't really hurt them." The small lake in the mountains was not far away, right in the center of the lake. Silva stood on the lake with his arms crossed, casting a glance from afar.

The murderous aura was like swords, solid and tangible, piercing towards his face. Sean's black hair flew back, and his face stung slightly!

"One kill a day, active throughout my career. How many kills a day do you get? And when are you planning to retire?"

With a gust of wind, Silva's murderous aura dissipated. Two balls of divine fire ignited from Sean's pupils with a "whoosh." The young man chuckled, summoned the Kusanagi sword, and tossed it into the air. The sword grew with the wind, carrying Sean across the water, rushing towards Silva with unparalleled elegance!

"Trying to be cool? Watch out, you might fall in and drown!" Without Sean's interference, Illumi rubbed his aching forehead and stood up. His stoic, grumpy younger brother's eyes were practically red with jealousy when he suddenly heard Killua mutter, "I want to be cool too~"

His face turned black, and he almost fell off the tree.

"Hey~ In the words of today's young people, whether you can fight or not doesn't matter, being handsome is a lifelong thing." In the cabin behind the mountain, Maha finished his breakfast, lay down in the rocking chair, and comfortably fiddled with the surveillance glasses on his face. He clicked his tongue and secretly praised Sean's skill of riding the wind and controlling the sword, which had a bit of his own glory back then.

"Hehe~ I thought you only knew how to use fists back in the day, but I didn't expect you to be good with knives too?"

"Who? What kind of bastard is talking bad about the old man?!" Maha glared at Jag, who was holding a cell phone; the voice was coming from the phone.

"Hehehe~ Grandpa, don't bother looking, it's me, Netero!" In the Hunter Association's chairman's office, Netero, wearing a pair of surveillance glasses on his nose, took a sip of the fresh lemon tea that Beanman had just brewed, and breathed out a warm puff of air in the cold weather.