Thunder suddenly boomed on flat ground!
A roar far surpassing an elephant's trumpet blasted through everyone's heart, sending sound waves that could cause the soul to tremble radiating outwards...
It swept past seabirds, causing them to faint, and tore through the sea breeze, even though its volume wasn't loud, it connected to people's emotions, turning them towards terror... Roy watched Pariston, who was undergoing some kind of mutation, and couldn't help but admire him. In the future Zodiac Twelve, Pariston's talent was unmatched.
No less than Ging and Botobai.
"Manifestation," the more realistic the "imagination," the stronger the "manifested entity."
The year Pariston first awakened his Nenryoku, based on the "Eurubian Chess," he quickly manifested a series of "pieces" like "Armored Warhorse," "Armored Knight," and "War Elephant."
After all, these were real things in reality; once unable to imagine them, he could simulate and borrow from real objects... like going to the zoo for field research, eventually restoring them from imagination.
But "Dragon," especially the "Silver Dragon" in the chess, not only was its size enormous but it was also very hard to find in reality. Even...most families wouldn't imagine that such demons existed in the world till they died.
So, Pariston could only rely on his imagination, consulting some materials, and visiting museums to observe dragon bloodline relics - ancient fossils of two-winged lizards, constructing in his mind... the appearance of the "Silver Dragon" he imagined....
Even so, with his current "Manifested Nen Amount," he still could not fully manifest a complete "Silver Dragon," only constructing a "phony dragon" by transforming himself as the seed!
"Whoosh~" A great wind rose, vaguely suggesting it might evolve into a gale... with Pariston as the center, the "Nen" surged like a torrent, gradually manifesting a phantom dragon-shaped creature... It had the head of a horse, the body of a lion, a lizard's tail, crocodile scales, wings on its back resembling those of a bat, and it roared to the heavens!
Unleashing "Dragon's Might"!
"Roar—" This roar far surpassed the previous one... Pariston flapped his wings, flying straight up, waves emanating from him and sweeping across....
"Thud... Thud... Thud...." Including Kurajing, Sakamato Days, Snakekeeper, Dagger Man, First Mate Gus... and other crew members and candidates, all felt their vision go black, their brains crashing on the spot, landing on the ground as if they were dumplings, all fainted one by one.
"Hehe... it's the Silver Dragon of young Hillary!"
How long has it been... so long that two or three years have passed without seeing this form of him, Clark performed {Ten} and exchanged punches with Illumi, his obese body showing many sharp cuts, upon closer inspection, all were due to "Snake Life."
Illumi spared a glance to keep an eye on the battlefield, also noticing the dragon and hearing the power, discovering the anomaly of other people fainting on the ship... In his mind floated an early image heard from Grandpa Zeno who said their family also kept a dragon and would take him to see it when he grew up,
Unexpectedly encountering it here early, his gaze drifted down, fixing on Roy.
His brother's face was serene, not showing any expression, letting the fierce wind tousle his bangs, looking up at the sky, as if the "Silver Dragon" would shade the last bit of sunlight!
Immediately, he was displeased... stomping his foot, rushing up, the Staff Blade in his hand, as the height increased, started to emit faint red spots, then connecting into a red line, then spreading over the whole blade, flickering with a scorching red glow, just a glance would make one's eyes ache as if burned.
"Young Master..." Wutong's hands turned into machine guns, chasing Gol with gunfire, the coins in his pocket had long been used up, and now it was purely Nen Bullet output... He recalled the scene where his eyes were injured... As the sun set, the supposed setting sun seemed to reappear in the young master's pupils in a twist.
Extravagantly shining with brilliance!
"The sky is the dragon's domain, you shouldn't have come up..." Pariston noted Roy rushing up, transforming into the "Silver Dragon," aloft and clawing down with head-on momentum, faster than any racing giant, reaching Roy in the blink of an eye.
With no pause in rushing, being in mid-air without a foothold, unable to dodge, it would be inevitable to end up being smashed into a pulp by a claw, much like Donovan turned into paste by a single slap from Clark... Gol dashed away desperately under the Nen Bullet, aiming to provoke Wutong's nerve paths:
"Don't make futile struggles anymore... I admit your young master is strong, but in front of the 'Silver Dragon'..."
"To this day, I have never seen anyone survive Pariston's strike!"
"Even if he only showed it once..."
Is that so?
Wutong said nothing, continuing to rapidly fire with ten fingers... The young butler didn't look at Roy, concentrating on capturing Gol's movements, always believing in the young master... Not allowing the opponent to showcase a second time!
[True Meaning of the Sun: Eye of Truth]
Closer... two suns climbed onto the pupils...
Roy's pupils suddenly brightened... The world unfolded in linear form, without concealment before his eyes...
The weeping gale paused in that instant, noise extinguished... In the young man's eyes, only the claw slowed infinitely and its owner Pariston remained, not rushing to reveal the Staff Blade, stabbing towards the heart of the "Silver Dragon," aiming at the heart of the golden-haired youth....
Pariston's clear eyes, from initial confidence, slowly... slowly... turned to shock... terror... anxiety... until realizing he could no longer move, watching helplessly as Roy pierced him with the blade at his chest, breaking open his ribcage, piercing through his back, finally despairing to the point of losing all color.....
"Cough... cough... Is this your true Nenryoku?"
There was no pain at the heart, not even any sensation, merely a slight chill followed by a slight warmth, the Staff Blade withdrawn... [Ending the 0.1-second Transparent World] released....
The "Silver Dragon" faded, revealing Pariston's true body.
He touched his own heart, raised his eyes to see Roy... like a kite with a broken string falling from the sky...
"Thud~" The deck got a shallow pit from the impact...
After a moment of silence, two panicked "splashing sounds" followed!
"Lost... young Hillary actually lost... damn Zoldyck, I'm not playing with you anymore!" Clark narrowly avoided another "Hand Blade" wrapped in Nenryoku from Illumi, lost the will instantly as he faced the nearby sea, and turned to leap into the water,
Gol was even faster than him!
The skinny bodyguard couldn't believe what unfolded before him, yet he couldn't deny the bloody reality. The moment Pariston's heart was pierced, he unhesitatingly jumped down, desperately swimming to the distance, chased by Wutong's pouring "Nen Bullet"!
"Too slow..." Stepping on the gentle breeze, Roy landed on the deck, not even glancing back, casually added two slashes!
A massive strike followed through, brushing past Illumi and Wutong, like fitted with a tracker, diving into the sea, slicing after Clark and Gol, in merely a breath's time, two screams could be heard, with some blood surfacing on the sea.......