"Noble Lord Vian! This couldn't be! He's taking part too! It looks like we already know who would be winning the competition!"
A loud cheer came from the spectators as they heard the name of Noble Lord Vian, who was called to the arena.
"Man, his enemy is that foreigner. What a disappointment! These people already surrender against even the weakest of enemies. How can they even face a Noble Lord?"
"Matching a Noble Lord against those cowards is an Insult!"
"That's right! These cowards should've been matched against real ants and insects! They're worthy to face them only! They aren't even worthy to stand before our Noble Lord!"
"Hah! Facing insects? I think these cowards can't even face insects! They'll surrender even before tiny insects!"
"Hahaha, that's true!"
Salazar lazily stood up, hearing all the insults. There wasn't any anger on his face. Instead, he seemed completely calm and serene.
