The Strongest Assassin of the Zoldyck Family!

That old man's entire upper body and arm were covered in eyes.

Scarlet blood trickled down from those Scarlet Eyes embedded in his body.

His aura grew weaker and weaker.

Even so, the old man's outburst posed a huge threat to the outsiders.

One after another, they fell under his abilities.

A member of the Heil-Ly Family grew anxious.

"Everyone, attack together!"

"Whoever kills this old man will receive a reward of ten billion Jenny!"

He was inciting the hired combatants, plainly wanting to use them as cannon fodder again.

Yet people still charged forward.

Ten billion Jenny was too great a temptation.

They knew they were cannon fodder, but each nursed a slim hope: that the old man would be at his limit just as they struck, letting them land the finishing blow and claim the reward.

Not many were willing to risk it, but for the three major factions, that was enough.

Already, many had died at the old man's hands.

But there were even more still waiting outside.

Hatred flashed in the old man's eyes.

"All of you will pay for this!"

"What you've done to my Kurta Clan will happen to you one day!"

"I curse you, for all eternity!"

"You will never take this Nen Spirit!"

Suddenly, Ron noticed a familiar figure.

It was Monde.

He lay on the ground, his lower body horribly mangled.

He had been unconscious for a long time, only awakening now after sensing the great tremors all around him.

"Ron?"

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

Seeing Ron was like grabbing a lifeline.

Ron stepped over.

"Monde, I'm sorry."

After checking Monde's condition, Ron shook his head.

Monde's face went ashen, and he let out a bitter laugh.

"So that's it…"

"There's really no saving me?"

"I never should have come."

Regret consumed him.

As a Floor Master in Heaven's Arena, Monde had enjoyed a lofty position. There were only so many Floor Masters, and he wasn't among the weakest, so his life had been very comfortable. 

He wasn't challenged all that often. 

Although strong fighters and talented newcomers did show up at intervals, there were never too many. 

Monde had been living well, but his greed was insatiable. 

He came to the Kurta Clan's hidden refuge in search of greater profit. 

In the end, he gained nothing, only this dreadful fate.

Ron hesitated.

"Monde, let me tell you something—it might cheer you up."

"What is it?"

"Xinjili died before you did."

Monde fell silent. 

Honestly, that didn't do much to comfort him, but it did brighten his mood a little.

"Ron, I have one request. Of course, I won't ask you to do it for nothing."

Monde said, "I'll give you access to my account. I want you to take care of my child until he comes of age. Then just give him one-tenth of what's in my account. The remaining nine-tenths is yours."

"My child is at Heaven's Arena right now."

"When I die, I'll lose my status as a Floor Master."

"He doesn't have any other relatives."

"Ron, please!"

Ron thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Sorry, Monde, I don't have the time. But if there's someone you trust, I can deliver your child to them."

Disappointment flickered across Monde's face.

"Alright."

"Then please entrust him to Mitian Doppo."

"Let him become Mitian Doppo's disciple."

Ron nodded.

"Thank you, Ron."

Having fulfilled his last wish, Monde's body finally reached its limit. 

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and in the next second his life slipped away.

Another violent tremor rumbled.

Ron looked up, startled.

He realized the old man was now staring in his direction.

"What…?"

"I was only watching. I never lifted a hand against the Kurta Clan."

"No reason to target me, right?"

But Ron soon understood he was mistaken.

The old man wasn't looking directly at him— 

He was looking at the woman beside him.

She met the old man's gaze unflinchingly.

The old man's eyes filled with even deeper hatred.

"It's all because of you!"

Lajin's voice rang out.

"Everyone, push harder—this old fool's finished."

"Kill him!"

Countless Nen attacks blasted toward the old man yet again.

This time, the old man neither dodged nor blocked but took them all head-on. 

He had no intention of continuing the fight; all the aura he had left was channeled into the Nen Spirit sphere.

In the next instant, he vanished.

The sphere streaked toward Sheila at incredible speed.

A powerful suction enveloped the surrounding area.

Ron felt that force on himself and his face fell.

"Baki!"

In that moment, an entire section of the area vanished—taking Sheila, Ron, and the Nen Spirit sphere with it.

Silence descended.

Everyone stared at the spot where the sphere had vanished, especially the three major factions. They had organized this entire operation to obtain that Nen Spirit.

But now it was gone.

The Kurta Clan had been annihilated.

And their goal had failed, too.

All they got were a few pairs of Scarlet Eyes.

But what good were those?

Aside from certain collectors with particular tastes, they held little value for most.

"It's over."

"You can all leave now."

The three factions paid the hired combatants as promised, and those mercenaries departed in turn.

The major factions stayed behind.

None of them could accept that the Nen Spirit had simply disappeared. 

They decided to search the area thoroughly—even digging deep underground—to find it.

"Search!"

"We have to find it!"

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