Fane's memory was impeccable. The bald man had shown off his fortune at that moment, saying that he managed to accumulate that many spirit crystals in all his years, confident that he would double it if he bet it all on the beasts.
It was impossible for him to even get back what he put in at that point, let alone double it. In just one turn, he was reduced to a mere beggar, so he was already mentally destroyed.
After the bald man heard that, he suddenly looked at Fane with a complicated gaze. His lips twitched as he was filled with regret.
He had planned on betting everything on the warrior, but after hearing everyone’s discussions as well as what Arne said, he changed his mind. If he had put his whole fortune on Fane, he would have made over five million!
Just thinking about that filled his eyes with hatred.
He suddenly stood up and walked toward Arne. The bald man's inner rage had completely exploded. He focused all that anger on him.
If Arne was not there, he would not have lost everything. He had to start all over! How could he not hate the guy?!
The bald man's eyes were red as he stared at Arne. He pointed at Arne and said, "You cowardly piece of trash! You were bragging so much, but now you're just trying to hide! Don't you think you're a joke?
"Since you had the gall to say that someone else loved to brag and that someone else was a clown who just wanted to stand out, then can you just look at yourself in the mirror? Who's the clown? Who's the coward?!"
The bald man was about to lose himself to his anger.
Seeing this. Fane nodded happily.
This was what he wanted to happen. Arne had constantly insulted him before, even saying that they would have him begging for mercy. Fane remembered everything they did and said, so he would never let them off the hook that easily.
Arne's lips twitched. His face was completely pale as he felt like he was about to go crazy. The feeling of wanting to beg for mercy...he was already feeling it before Fane did!
Arne knew very well that there was no taking back a black iron bet. He would have to do what Lucius had done and win three matches in a row to get the black iron medal.
Arne did not have the confidence to win three in a row, nor did he trust in his own skills. If he happened to choose a stronger beast, he might end up like Lesley!
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