Those who had originally wanted to mock Lybia instantly fell silent when they saw Iskhan place his bet.
They might not have cared about a Dark Knight ranked eleventh in the sequence, but they did not dare ignore or ridicule Iskhan, who was about to become one of the Ten Lords of the Dark Realm.
The people of the Fistfighter Guild were a bunch of battle-crazed lunatics to begin with, and Iskhan was the most unhinged among them. There was absolutely no need to get targeted by him over such a trivial matter.
"Iskhan thinks highly of that brat too? Do they know each other? Is that kid actually hiding his true abilities?"
"Idiot, do you really think that's possible? That brat obviously just came over from the Human Realm.
"How could those worthless weaklings over there possibly have someone with hidden talents?"
"Exactly. Even if, by some remote chance, that brat really does have something going for him, so what?
"Does he think he's the reincarnation of the Dark God? Even one of the Ten Lords of the Dark Realm couldn't possibly defeat five adult man-eating ghouls at his age."
The onlookers did not think highly of Seiya, but Seiya paid them no mind. He gripped his sword with both hands, already calculating how much stronger he would become after killing these five man-eating ghouls.
"Hehehehe, brat, you brought this on yourself, so you can't blame us.
"You little tender-skinned runt from the Human Realm—I've been starving just from smelling the meat on you.
"Now that you no longer have that stinking bitch protecting you, let's see how I swallow you alive and tear you apart!
"Don't worry, I'll save your brain for last. That way, you can stay alive and watch me eat you bit by bit!"
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