"What… did you say to me?" Donner asked, his voice shivering, his entire body trembling with anger.
All his life, no one had dared cross him.
After all, not only were people outclassed in terms of background, but they were also outmatched in talent.
The select few who even hinted at resistance got the electrifying punch treatment from him, and Hal would've been among them if they hadn't been in a tournament and Donner hadn't been at risk of disqualification for it.
He had never met someone like Hal before.
According to what the bastard had said earlier, he was a bumpkin from a border village.
This was why Donner couldn't understand how he even found the courage to talk back to him.
"Aihh… you can't even understand something so simple?" Hal answered, continuing to shake his head. "In simpler terms, no one's scared of you here, you're like an eight-year-old child, and you're dumb. If you still can't understand after that, then I have no more words."
