"Don't you agree, Young Master Augustus?"
After refuting the words of the female students around him, the red-faced warrior turned around and looked at Augustus, who was hugging his shoulders, dressed in black clothes and black gloves. He had been acting arrogantly since the beginning.
"Shut up. Do you know how noisy you are?"
Augustus raised his head and looked around with his scarlet eyes. The killing intent in his eyes was so strong that both the youth and the girls who worshipped Watson kept their mouths shut and kept quiet.
They had watched Augustus' match against Watson. Even though Augustus lost in the end, the strength he displayed on the battlefield was shocking; otherwise, the youth would not have said that Augustus was better than Watson. At least, with Augustus' strength, crushing them was as easy as crushing a bug.
"Augustus, we are all classmates. Don't be so rude." Christina frowned and interrupted him.
