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Chapter 21: Big Bang Impact
As the match approached, Ronin saw his promotional posters plastered all over Heaven's Arena.
"The Cold-Blooded Supernova, Ronin vs. The Ugly Galleg."
That was the tagline. A poster that, if Galleg saw it, would make him want to swallow Ronin whole.
Milia had certainly done her job of drawing maximum aggro.
However, during the five days of waiting, Ronin also witnessed Milia's supreme efficiency and powerful connections.
She brought him the news he had been anticipating most: information on the Scarlet Eyes.
"I received word that someone possesses a pair of Scarlet Eyes. If you can offer a high enough price, they are willing to consider selling," Milia said, handing the intelligence file to Ronin.
The photo in the file showed a pair of Scarlet Eyes preserved in a glass jar.
Ronin recognized the jar immediately. It was identical to the one he had snatched from Uvogin containing his father's eyes.
This forced Ronin to consider the possibility that the seller might be the Phantom Troupe.
"Price?" Ronin asked, frowning.
"In recent years, the price of Scarlet Eyes has hovered around 1 billion Jenny. But this time, the seller is asking for over 1.8 billion, possibly even reaching 2 billion!"
The price seemed reasonable to Ronin. In the canon, Kurapika paid 2.9 billion, but that was largely due to a bidding war.
What truly worried Ronin was the authenticity. If the Phantom Troupe was selling, he had to worry about buying a fake created by Kortopi.
"I need to hide my identity and conduct the transaction personally," Ronin stated his demand.
There was only one reason for this: to avoid buying a counterfeit.
With his Sharingan, he could easily judge whether the eyes were genuine by the unique resonance they caused.
He didn't believe a fake created by Kortopi could trigger his evolution. If it could, that would be even better—he'd just kidnap Kortopi and evolve his eyes to the Rinnegan or beyond.
But that was unlikely.
As for hiding his identity, given his relationship with the Troupe, a face-to-face meeting would inevitably lead to a fight. Without sufficient strength, he chose avoidance.
Once he had the strength, however, he would slaughter them.
Milia didn't object. She could guess his reasons.
After a moment of thought, she nodded. "Fine. The earnings from your match with Galleg should be just enough to cover the cost of the eyes."
"Partnering with you was the right choice," Ronin smiled with satisfaction.
If he had relied on himself, earning 2 billion Jenny in such a short time would have been difficult.
But if one match could net him 2 billion, that meant the match generated a net profit of over 4 billion under Milia's operation.
Truly a Gold Medal Agent.
Then again, considering a win on the 190th floor yielded 200 million, a highly publicized 200th-floor match making 4 billion wasn't impossible.
In any industry, reaching the top made making money easy. Compared to ordinary people, Nen users were "beyond top-tier" in combat.
"Actually, if you aren't in a rush, we could probably push the price down," Milia said, unable to hold back her nature.
"How so?"
In his interactions with Milia, Ronin discovered she had a unique philosophy regarding money. She was like a squirrel—she loved earning and hoarding. Spending money pained her, though she wouldn't hesitate when necessary. She would just mutter, "Money spent now is just to earn more later."
"Since the news of the Kurta Clan massacre broke, people have been secretly selling Scarlet Eyes. There are at least a dozen pairs in the hands of private collectors. I even heard several pairs will appear at this year's Yorknew City Auction. If you wait, you could definitely get them cheaper. My estimate is they won't exceed 1.5 billion."
A look of physical pain crossed Milia's cool, beautiful face as she spoke, as if Ronin were spending her money.
Ronin smiled. "No need to wait. I'll be going to the Yorknew Auction too."
"Fine. It's your money, you make the call. I'm just the agent," Milia said, reverting to her cool, professional persona.
The 25th arrived quickly amidst Ronin's training.
Stepping onto the ring, Ronin saw support banners raised in the front rows. Fans were cheering in organized waves.
Opposite him, "Ugly Galleg" looked even worse than before. His face was so twisted with rage he looked like a one-eyed squash.
"Damn you! I'm going to tear you to shreds!"
Before the referee could even announce the start, Galleg was already cursing.
"I heard you, Mr. Squash," Ronin replied with a smile, giving him a fitting nickname.
"AAAAHH!" Galleg's rage peaked, his face turning purple.
The referee's mouth twitched. He avoided looking at Galleg for fear of laughing unprofessionally. He quickly stepped back and shouted, "Fight!"
The moment the voice dropped, Galleg exploded forward with his maximum speed.
Ronin's expression turned serious. He focused Nen into his eyes—Gyo—allowing him to see every flow of aura on Galleg's body.
Simultaneously, he flared his Ren, adopting a counter-attacking stance.
But when Galleg got within three meters, a brick suddenly appeared in his raised hand.
Using the momentum of his charge, Galleg smashed the brick toward Ronin's head.
Ronin slapped the brick away. But as he did, Galleg's other hand, hidden behind his back, threw a massive cloud of lime powder straight at Ronin's face.
This guy really doesn't care about martial ethics!
Ronin, however, had his left fist chambered at his waist.
In that instant, his eyes flashed red. A terrifying wind pressure exploded from his fist, blowing the lime powder right back into Galleg's face.
It was exactly like Uvogin blasting away the Fireball on the airship.
And this move was none other than Uvogin's signature ability: Big Bang Impact!
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