Notion Of Victory

The fat boy and his friends looked at Jung with confusion. All they wanted was to intimidate and push him around.

Yet, what they expected was far from reality.

Jung didn't care about their emotions and repeated himself. "I know what type of kiddos you are. Words won't cut it with you, so I might as well beat your ass."

Clearly, the boy wasn't great at handling his emotions, proving that Jung's provocation worked.

He spoke. "Arena is this way. Come with me."

Since Jung reincarnated on Maskera, he had only fought with Baki, players, and monsters. Children his age had never been his opponents, nor were they interested in battling him.

However, it was in Inbox City, the place he left behind.

Now he was in the world's greatest academy, facing a guy with talent and experience.

Following them, Jung arrived before the metal cube.

The entire space was covered with see-through alloy carcasses, radiating an imposing and cold aura.