He Can Really Take a Beating

"Ha! What a joke. Teacher Tony, how much does it cost to get a haircut from you?"

"And you say that riding a Magic Beast horse is desecrating the royal family. Then everyone else rides warhorses too—does that mean they're also desecrating their own liege lords? Why not have everyone fight on foot, then? What are they riding warhorses for?" Nalant was so angered by Tony that he laughed.

"Brat, you're courting death! A mere little baron dares speak so insolently before me? Watch how I teach you a proper lesson today!" Though Tony did not know why Nalant had asked how much he charged for a haircut.

He could tell from Nalant's disdainful gaze that it was surely an insult, and he immediately flew into a rage.

Since Nalant refused to submit, then Tony would beat him until he did.

Nalant was only a high-level Bronze Knight, while he was a peak Bronze Knight, just one step away from becoming a Silver Knight.

"Just you? Then come and try! I wasn't even afraid of your father, Rakoff—why would I be afraid of you?" Nalant sneered.

"Courting death!" Tony flew into a fury and charged straight at Nalant with a raised fist, brown Battle Qi swirling around his body.

"Ah! They're fighting!"

As Tony made his move, cries of alarm immediately rose from the surrounding crowd. No one had expected things to escalate so quickly.

Seeing Tony attack, Nalant's expression turned cold. Paying no heed to his status as an earl's son, he likewise swung his fist to meet Tony head-on.

Bang!

Wrapped in Battle Qi, the two collided directly in the middle of the room with a muffled impact.

"This isn't the strength of a high-level Bronze Knight!" Tony's face changed. The instant their fists met, he felt that