Killua followed behind him, staring at the staggering price tag, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Lin Yan, are you seriously buying this thing? The owner let it slip last time-even a furnace can't melt it. It's just a ridiculously hard chunk of scrap iron!"
"What would you even do with it? It's too hard to use as a pillow!"
"Scrap iron?"
The owner behind the counter pricked up his ears. He didn't want to bother with these penniless kids, but his professional pride as a merchant and instinct to defend his merchandise compelled him to retort:
"What do you know, brat!
That's called 'divine material concealing its brilliance'!
Current technology might not be able to smelt it, but its hardness is unmatched anywhere in the world! Buy it as a shield, and it'd be invincible!"
"Who'd spend almost eight hundred million on a shield?"
Killua shot back without hesitation.
Lin Yan ignored their argument.
Through his Qi Observation Technique, he could still see the wild, razor-sharp, golden Geng Metal Qi surging violently inside the black iron.
He had to have it.
"Sir."
Lin Yan turned, took a black bank card from his pocket, and gently placed it on the counter.
The crisp tap sounded especially pleasant in the quiet shop.
"I'll take it."
The owner's languid gaze fell on the card, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
Having spent years doing business in Heavens Arena, he naturally recognized it-a card available only to VIP clients whose deposits had reached a certain threshold.
"Are... are you serious?"
The owner sprang to his feet. His shrewd eyes blazed with renewed enthusiasm, and his face once again filled with that signature, slightly oily smile.
"Ah! I knew a young man with your bearing was destined for greatness! It's only been half a