On the deck, under the blue sky, Kate, with a long sword at his waist, had already leapt onto the mast, leaning against the sails to observe the battle.
Both Roy and Pariston gave him a strong sense of danger!
Especially Roy... Kate pressed down the brim of his hat, watching clearly as the blade tip ignited from the friction with the air. This was true ignition in the physical sense, not the result of "Nen" attached to the blade surface to create an illusion of fire,
which means... Roy Zoldyck is not only exceptional in swordsmanship, but his physical prowess far surpasses his own...
Coupled with that bizarre "Oppression" and "Suction"... "What an unfathomable guy."
"Hehehehe...."
Hooves trampled down with immense force!
The spear that Roy had previously sliced apart was instantly restored by Pariston expending Nen, extending once more, aiming for him alongside the hooves!
Roy remained unfazed, casually slapping the air with his left hand!
[Magnetic Force·Oppression]
"Pop~" The air solidified into a wall, immobilizing the spear and hooves, then with a wave of Roy's big hand, they were sent flying backwards, unable to get close to him...
"Here it comes, another 'Oppression'." Kate squinted his eyes, noticing Roy's initiating motion, his right hand enveloped in milky white "Nen," as if wrapping a magnet capable of reversing its poles at will, deciding on "repelling" or "attracting," using this to manipulate the magnetic field, achieving the purpose of repelling or attracting others.
"Hahaha... splendid Roy Zoldyck," The horse was overturned, the knight fell, some even plunged into the sea... yet Pariston didn't mind in the slightest, snapping his fingers again: "The elephant, come!"
"Moo kaaa——" A powerful, resonant elephant trumpet blasted——
making everyone's eardrums ache!
Some were bewildered, some terrified and oblivious, clutching their ears not knowing what transpired, then they saw——
The black and white chessboard suddenly opened a vortex, revealing faintly a massive, sharp tusk, then the trunk, body, tail... they finally saw....
It was a war elephant clad in thick scales and metal-capped horns!
"Boom!" The war elephant raised its trunk, its four feet trampling... the entire "Sea God" seemed to quiver as if in response, the deck visibly cracking under its weight,
In the captain's cabin, everyone was stunned, mouths agape, unable to find words to describe the awe-inspiring scene before them.
Not a few even forgot that they were still in the "Point Acquisition Battle," needing to snatch others' number plates to gather points and improve their ranking.
But... they forgot... they damn well forgot... even the old captain couldn't remember, dumbly watching his beloved ship get wrecked, unable to utter a single syllable.
Recalling the day he received the order from higher-ups, he had pounded his chest confidently assuring them—— even if the candidates lost their heads this year, his "Sea God" would hold strong, and if it even got a scratch, that would mean the candidates had some skill.
Now... Maxim had given up thinking, starting to pray... just to ensure the ship doesn't sink before reaching Doli Island, he'd be grateful enough to offer incense.
"Hehehe... little Hill, trample him for me!" Clark, dealing with incessant Nen Nails, wrapped his fist with [Ten], exchanging blows with Illumi, both stepping back two paces, briefly widening the gap.
Illumi shook his hand, casting a worried glance towards Roy... the war elephant, seemingly able to understand human speech, charged as Pariston pointed at Roy: "Go!"
Its four feet stomped on the deck, each step causing pits, driving up wood fragments, thundering forth... nearer, its metal-capped tusks aimed to impale Roy front and back!
"Young master!" Wutong flicked a coin towards the war elephant, but the elephant, with its tough hide, seemed indifferent to the coin embedded in its body, charging forth heedlessly, closing in on Roy in a second!
"Did no one tell you, don't get distracted in battle?" Gol took advantage as Wutong was off guard, touching the cross and releasing a wisp of gray mist that, if inhaled, would plunge a person into hallucination, sapping enthusiasm for everything, making them desire nothing but death.
Hence, Wutong remained vigilant, and even as Gol's [Ten]-infused punch struck him flying, he dared not touch even a speck of that mist...
"Bang~" As Wutong's figure was sent flying, Roy finally made a move... he drove his Staff Blade into the ground, not retreating but advancing, rolling up his sleeves, seizing the opportunity to grasp the tusk... under the astonished gazes of Pariston, Kate, Illumi, Clark, Gol, Maxim, Kurajing, and others——
He calmly said: "Rise!"
Just to see....
The enormous war elephant, occupying half the deck, was lifted into the air by the boy, feet skyward, wailing in terror as it was hurled into the sea!
"Splash~", the massive form hit the water, sending up a huge splash....
The boy clapped his hands, lifting his eyes again: "Is that all?"
Pariston's face paled, signs of disrupted breathing appeared....
"Conjuration" isn't "fantasy," it relies on the basis of "consuming Nen" to fabricate tangible objects.
[Yorubian's Black and White Chess] is exactly Pariston's Nen ability. As the name suggests, it is a chess game popular on the Yorubian continent, which Pariston has loved playing since childhood, even once earning accolades in international tournaments, so, when he was tested to be a "Conjuration" type through the Water Divination,....
he conceived the idea of developing a corresponding "Nen ability" using "chess" as the "visualization object".
It turned out the idea was correct, the development process was very smooth... "Eight Soldiers," "Eight Horses," "Four Elephants," "Two Dragons," "One King," "One Queen" were successively created, becoming his means of traversing the world.
Now "Elephant" clearly wasn't effective... Pariston took a deep breath, decisively abandoning the war elephant, clutching his face, peering through his fingers, watching Roy pull out the Staff Blade again, gradually pressing towards him, never had he been driven to such a sorry state by anyone....
It can only be said... truly worthy of being the eldest of the Zoldyck Family!
The young man shook his shoulders, holding back a chuckle....
"Hehehe... honestly, I never thought I'd see such a day."
Pariston rasping dryly, earnestly told Roy: "Thank you for the reminder, next time I encounter someone like you, I will plan more thoroughly in advance,"
Roy said nothing, continuing to approach, holding his Staff Blade....
The evening was approaching, the setting sun painted a vivid sunset, draping a red cape over him, the young man halted, raised the Staff Blade level, and said: "Are you done?"
Pariston: "..."
His face flushed, and for the first time, he showed signs of anger!
With a clap of his hands,
he shouted low: "Possession of the Silver Dragon!"
"Roar!"