Chapter 630: One Word...

"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.

"5--50-win streak, and you are an Iron League warrior still?! Are you kidding me? Dark Rose, why am I matched together with this Iron League ant? Quickly sent me out!" Lord Club roared loudly but couldn't fully hide his fear behind his loud voice.

Although he was an arrogant and malevolent pity person, he wasn't a fool. Since Jacob was able to win fifty straight fights without losing even once, it was quite clear that he was an expert who had recently joined the Dark Battle Arena.

So, he was sure that Jacob was at least a Beyond Unique Rank expert, and he seemed to be someone at the perfect stage as well, or even an Inception Legend Rank.

Lord Club himself was a Beyond Unique Rank expert, but he was only at the initial stage and has been stuck there for a few hundred years now. He wasn't afraid of dying here since it didn't mean he would die in reality.

It wasn't that Lord Club didn't know what it meant to be matched with someone of a lower league, especially with that kind of rare streak, but what he was afraid of was the extremely harsh losing penalty of the Bronze League Warrior to an Iron League Warrior.

Furthermore, he knew this match would most likely be live on the prestige display once it started. Once he loses this fight, he'll become the laughingstock of the entire twelve galaxies and Jacob's stepping stone to glory.

That's why he wanted to quickly talk out of it while venting his frustration by throwing more insults at Jacob; this was just part of his vile character.

But Lord Club met with Dark Rose's silence and Jacob's icy cold eyes, sending a shiver down his spine. Resigning to his face, his expression twisted as he looked at Jacob as if he wanted to eat him alive.

He roared furiously while holding his huge club, "Bastard! No matter how much you bully the lowly ants, you will never be able to pass through this lord's club easily! Let me show you; you can't muddle thought into the bronze league with your lowly tricks!"

Jacob didn't say anything and just coldly glared at Lord Club as if he were already dead. The silence was the perfect counterpoint for people like Lord Club, who become more overbearing after someone pays them more attention.

"Nyx, I want you to make sure before leaving this guy, give me nightmares that he remembered till he dies!" Jacob coldly ordered as he had already gripped his swords.

"Hehe, leave it to me!" Nyx's jolly voice sounded in affirmation.

At this moment, the ten seconds were finally over, and the match started.

Within the Dark Battle Arena's lobby, one of the displays suddenly lights up, showing Jacob and Lord Club match.

When myriad Dark City members saw the match details, their first thought was to ignore it since it was only an Iron League rank promotion match.

However, someone else quickly noticed the battle record over Jacob's head and Lord Club's bronze color name.

"Whaooo... that guy has a 50-win streak! He's probably the fourth to achieve it 200 years after Death Claw when he first appeared in the arena!"

"F*ck my life; just a single Death Claw was enough to give everyone a run for their money, and now this giant freak has appeared!"

"No matter what, I'm going to bet on this guy! Since he was matched with a bronze league fighter at his 51st match, then this means he had no match in his own league! It's a sure win profit!"

Many gamblers' eyes shone with greed when they comprehended just how big this opportunity was. They all knew that if Jacob ended up losing after this streak, there would be a huge profit.

But since he managed to pull up this streak, this means he wasn't an easy target. This kind of existence was extremely rare, and right about now, almost every famous person would etch Jacob's appearance and his name, 'Dictator,' in their hearts.

This was especially true for those Silver League level existences because there hadn't been any addition in the Silver League for over fifty years because to enter the Silver League, you have to defeat a monster in the Silver League!

That's why someone like Jacob was going to enter this league sooner, and that match was a huge opportunity to understand his strength! Moreover, if Jacob could make his streak a 100-

win streak, it would be a legendary achievement that hadn't been achieved since the birth of the Dark Battle Arena.

But now, no one bothers to think of it being possible since if Jacob's streak continues up to 80, he'll enter a promotion match at his 81st match. Everyone knows this because it has happened in the past!

This fact brought a huge audience to Dark Prestige Display no.

8, as everyone wanted to see the future Silver League warrior's strength and the moment of his unstoppable rise or laughable pitfall.

Many opened the betting platform to place the bets, and when they saw the betting rations, they were all surprised.

"Betting Platform

"Current Fight on Dark Prestige Display No.8: Dictator VS Lord Club (Promotion Match & Streak Match)

"Betting Odds:Dictator 0.01: Lord Club 100

"Place Bet?"

This winning rate was simply too ridiculous, which made people think that the Dark Rose wanted to tell people that Lord Club had no snowball chance of winning against Jacob.

Just as the people were skeptical about these betting odds, Lord Club finally moved as green winds suddenly released from his, and like a blurry figure, he appeared in front of Jacob and smashed his club on his head with a sneering glare.

'I'll make you pay the price for ignoring me!' He thought as he released all the mana in his body in one signal strike to kill Jacob quickly without giving him a chance to attack.

But Jacob didn't move, and he didn't seem to be panicking. In fact, there was naked ridicule in his eyes as he suddenly moved, his swords shimmering in fiery green mana.

'Deceptive Swords Style, Anti-Clockwise; Pandemonium!'

Lord Club, including the audience, saw only two extremely thin green streaks suddenly appear in his vision, and all he felt was a tingle of pain before his body started to turn into particles.

There was a deadly silence in both the arena and the lobby. At this moment, everyone heard Jacob's single dismissive word, which would make him extremely famous and Lord Club the laughingstock of legends in the future.

"Boring!"