True Self Amateur sighed helplessly. After Nameless said that, how could they possibly have a proper conversation?
Sure enough, Bairangpu's expression changed the next moment. His eyes filled with hostility as he looked at the three of them, and he sneered. "I've met plenty of wizards. You think that just because you've gained a little power, you can stand as equals with those of us born with noble bloodlines? Have a proper talk? Do you even have the right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged at Nameless at incredible speed, intending to teach him an unforgettable lesson.
But the moment he got close, Nameless punched him in the head. Before he could react, one punch after another crashed into his wolf nose.
Bairangpu was a Ghost Werewolf. His body passed straight through the city wall, and he tumbled through the air several times before finally landing on the ground. He sat there with his back against a tree, only belatedly realizing that Nameless had just beaten him senseless.
Ripples faintly appeared in the space ahead. Nameless pierced through them and appeared before Bairangpu, looking down at him as he asked, "Do you have the right to talk now?"
Bairangpu let out an enraged roar and sprang up from the ground in defiance of all reason. His hands immediately clawed toward Nameless, but Nameless moved faster. Before his sharp claws could fall, Nameless slammed another fist into his nose, then drove a kick into his abdomen, sending him flying again.
This time, Bairangpu tumbled several hundred meters, rolling all the way from Wolf Fort to the rear mountain before finally coming to a stop inside a massive boulder.
Before he could catch his breath, the boulder exploded. Nameless slowly walked over from outside and stopped in front of him.