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"Bahahaha, they say 'the road of enemies is narrow,' and I finally believed it today. You piece of shit, let's see where you can run today!" 

Lord Club viciously laughed, as he still hadn't forgotten about the giant he met over two weeks ago. When he tried to vent by trash-taking, the other guy simply ignored him and entered the battle arena, which made him even more vexed and furious. 

But even he had never thought that he would encounter that guy again in such a manner, and now he could toy with him and pay for that humiliation. 

However, Lord Club suddenly found something wasn't right because this arena didn't look like the Bronze League arena. When he finally looked around, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he instantly looked beside Jacob's name, which he forgot to look in his gloating. 

The moment he saw a battle record of 50 wins/ 0 losses beside the Dictator's iron-colored name, Lord Club's eyes almost popped out of his socket.