Chapter 111 – I, a Zoldyck, Can't Beat Yamcha, But You Small Fries Think You Can Stand a Chance?
The battle between Yamcha and Silva was nearing its end. The moment Silva exhausted all his abilities without being able to injure Yamcha, the outcome became clear.
After one final head-on clash, both fighters retreated. Yamcha spoke up:
"Mr. Silva, it seems you've still got one final trick up your sleeve."
During the fight, Yamcha had vaguely sensed Silva was holding something back, though he couldn't tell exactly what it was.
"I've already used everything I have. Even then, I couldn't land a scratch on you. Given that, whether I use that last move or not wouldn't make a difference,"
Silva replied, clearly wanting to end the battle. Despite giving it his all, he couldn't harm Yamcha in the slightest, while Yamcha remained composed and in control. Silva's heart sank.
He truly is a terrifying opponent.
Yamcha nodded in understanding.
You can't expect an assassin to reveal all their cards. That would be far too dangerous.
If you're allowed to hold something back, then so is your opponent. This isn't the Dragon Ball world, where even villains are straightforward.
But if you won't make a move, don't blame others when they do.
Yamcha smiled and said lightly:
"Well then, Mr. Silva… Round three begins now."
At those words, Silva immediately heightened his alertness, activating Ken to boost his defense to the maximum.
Now the real fight was beginning!
What he hadn't expected was just how terrifying Yamcha's power truly was. In the next moment, Yamcha vanished from his sight.
His speed had more than doubled from earlier.
And it wasn't just speed that had increased...
A whoosh of air sounded from the side. Silva didn't even have time to think—his body reacted instinctively to defend itself.
The strongest defense technique—Ko (Gyo + Ken = Ko)!
This was a high-level application combining Ten, Zetsu, Ren, Hatsu, and Gyo, concentrating Nen into a single point or limb for 100% efficiency.
The technique was complex and came with risk—leaving the rest of the body undefended—so most Nen users wouldn't use it unless they were completely confident.
But Silva was different. After years of refining the move, his muscle memory allowed perfect focus.
Boom!
A dull thud rang out as fist met body. The ground beneath Silva cracked, one foot deeply embedded in the soil while the other dropped to a knee. He barely withstood the punch.
As he pulled his foot free, he realized the spot where Yamcha had struck him was now completely numb.
Such terrifying power... If I hadn't used Ken Hardened just now, that one punch would've knocked me out cold.
And that was just one punch.
Interesting...
Seeing Silva endure the blow, Yamcha raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
Since he can take a hit, let's go with ten punches—just right to match ten billion.
If Silva had barely held his own before, now he was being utterly overwhelmed. He could only rely on his instincts to endure.
Chest, right arm, thigh, calf...
All within Yamcha's striking range.
Fortunately, Yamcha refrained from using assassination techniques, sparing Silva from complete humiliation in front of his family.
"Mr. Silva, let's stop here."
After ten punches, Yamcha finally withdrew.
To help Silva survive all ten hits, Yamcha had held back compared to the first punch.
Still, if it weren't for his family watching, Silva might have collapsed already.
He was only standing through sheer willpower. Upon hearing Yamcha's words, he exhaled in relief—only to wince as even that made his entire body ache.
He was covered in wounds. Ten distinct fist marks remained on his body.
Those watching had mixed reactions. Zeno nodded repeatedly. The butlers, including Gotoh, looked at Yamcha with increasing respect—and a tinge of fear. Kikyo remained emotionless as always, her attitude unchanged toward everyone except Killua. Perhaps she even believed her precious son could one day achieve the same. Her earlier surprise had been a rare exception. Of course, if dressing up her "girly" son Kalluto were involved, she'd definitely show other expressions.
Milluki and Kalluto went from disbelief, to shock, to feeling utterly crushed.
Milluki took it better—he was naturally weak and more suited to computers and explosives than combat.
But Kalluto was different. He had immense natural talent and had been confident in his strength—so much so that he thought he could rank among the top members of the Phantom Troupe.
Reality just slapped him hard.
He now understood what "there's always someone better" really meant.
He couldn't even follow the movements in the fight between Yamcha and his father.
Even worse—his father, whom he saw as godlike, was completely overpowered.
The difference in power wasn't just large—it was dimensional.
Yes, he was a genius, but he wasn't the genius. The world would never run out of geniuses.
Originally, this was a lesson he was supposed to learn after facing the Phantom Troupe.
Now it wasn't even certain the Troupe would still exist.
One day later, Yamcha and DarkWarGreymon left Kukuroo Mountain.
Standing atop the Testing Gate, Silva watched them disappear into the distance before finally speaking.
"It's hard to imagine someone that strong at his age."
"I couldn't follow his attacks at all."
Zeno stood slightly hunched, the sash reading "One Kill a Day" fluttering on his chest. Tilting his head toward his son, he said:
"Even while fighting you, he was still holding back."
"The good news is he's let off some steam, and Illumi's debt is now repaid."
Though even Zeno couldn't follow Yamcha's final moves, his seasoned instincts told him Yamcha was hiding something. What he didn't realize was Yamcha was hiding far more than one thing.
"What worries me more is the one who never showed himself... He didn't seem human."
Silva, arms crossed and wrapped in countless bandages like a mummy, added:
"He gave off a presence so intense it made even me shudder. The only time I've felt something like that... was from the Patriarch."
Maha Zoldyck, the head of the Zoldyck family.
Zeno nodded. "Whether monster or demon lord, it doesn't matter to us. As long as we don't provoke them, we'll be fine."
Silva asked, "Are we still going to accept assassination contracts involving them?"
"Of course we are. Why not?" Zeno replied casually. "We'll just kill the client afterward. We need to vent somehow, after all."
If it weren't for those idiot clients, the Zoldycks never would've gotten involved with someone like that.
I, a Zoldyck, may not be able to beat Yamcha,
but you nobodies think I can't handle you?
(End of Chapter)