The tension between both sides exploded into open hostility.
Bella Tad's insults didn't just target Alberto Sean—they slammed nearly everyone from the Capital City's inner circle.
Alberto Sean's cold stare fixed on Bella Tad. "You're begging for death. Mason Raymond is gone, so what's left for you to act tough about?"
Bella Tad roared back, "Think I'm scared of you! Some first-rate fighter—nothing but hot air!"
"Fool!" Alberto Sean's rage boiled over. His palm shot up, sending powerful energy straight at Bella Tad!
"Bring it on!" Bella Tad didn't flinch. His red aura burst out as he met the attack head-on!
"Clang!"
The massive crash rang through the entire Great Hall!
Bella Tad stumbled back three steps, his fist throbbing with pain.
"Not bad for a kid who should still be drinking milk!" Bella Tad flexed his aching fist, voice dripping with scorn.
Alberto Sean's eyes narrowed. "Trash with a dirty mouth needs a lesson in respect!"
Alberto Sean moved forward again.
