Combat Duel

"Come on, let's go have some fun!" Allen said to Bart.

Yang Bo chuckled as he looked at Dead Fatty before him. Bart, Allen, and Hartney had been thrown out for disrupting the order of the Noble Council meeting.

Hartney was jumping around in the distance, cursing furiously. "I never thought the Empire had such trash! You don't dare accept someone else's challenge? Bart, weren't you so good at fighting just now? If you've got the guts, accept my challenge!"

"I know my own limits. I'm no good at swordsmanship, so I'd never compete with someone in swordplay, make others lose money, and earn myself the title of the Empire's number one idiot in the process," Yang Bo said loudly without even looking at the hopping Hartney.

Quite a few people nearby were holding back their laughter. They were guards, butlers, and the like who served the Great Nobles.

"Are you even a man?" Hartney's face had returned to normal, but after being humiliated like this, he felt as though the whole world was laughing at him.

"Why don't you send your fiancée over and let me find out? I hear your fiancée is pretty famous," Yang Bo said with a lewd chuckle.

"Bart, have you got your eye on Hartney's fiancée? How much do you know about her? Want me to gather some information for you?" Allen's small eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Bart, you shameless bastard! You trash from Devon Star, and you dare covet my fiancée? You're just like that Dead Fatty beside you—when you can't get women, you resort to snatching them!" Hartney cursed as he jumped around in the distance.

"You were the one who asked whether I was a man. I'm not interested in men," Yang Bo said helplessly.

"Bart! Mecha, horsemanship, combat, boxing—pick whatever