Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Denton Gunther hates weak things.

His father, Count Gunther, taught him since he was young: If someone takes your things, you should take them back. If you are provoked, you should become stronger than him and fight back fiercely.

Denton, who deeply imprinted his father's teachings in his heart, gradually grew up in an environment centered on him.

Accustomed to drinking potions, accustomed to ordering others around, and also accustomed to one-way thinking.

As the servants were busy cleaning, he stood upstairs and watched, wondering - why are these people so thin? Is it because they didn't have enough food? How pitiful.

When the new tutor accidentally tripped over the steps, he remained seated, thinking - how could this man trip over the steps? Can he really teach me? It's a bit ridiculous.

Later, when he entered Wangjia Academy, the people and things around him changed. When a classmate in physical education class was knocked to the ground by him, he looked at the other person's face twisted in pain and thought to himself - I just touched him lightly, why did he fall to the ground? Will I meet people like this in the future? So boring.

Later, he found an interesting person.

The man always kept to himself. He was shorter and thinner than his peers, his face was covered by black hair, and he always carried heavy books and an ornate sword with him. These features combined made him very eye-catching.

When this person suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked his attack for others, his breathing suddenly stagnated, he felt the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and an indescribable feeling quickly spread throughout his body.

He looked at the person who fell to the ground silently, staring at him with a pair of gloomy light brown eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, revealing an excited look. He thought - it doesn't matter which family he is from, without the magic spring, he is just a waste, right?

Denton Gunther hates weak things.

No, it's extreme disgust. I'll feel impatient just by looking at it for one more moment.

Because they are fragile and vulnerable, they have no value in existence at all.

So it would be reasonable for this person to remain a weak person until he dies.

Back to the present, Scallop Arena, Venue No. 4.

Denton raised his chin, crossed his arms over his chest, and scanned his opponent from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze. Suddenly he sneered and said, "I was wondering why I felt that you looked familiar the other day. It turns out to be the famous Moshe Mackintosh!"

Mo Xie was not angry even though he looked down upon her. He responded with a smile, "Hello." From the sound of it, it seemed that they must have met a few times before.

"What? This disgusting smile." A look of disgust instantly appeared on Denton's face.

But then, he raised the corner of his mouth, showing his sharp teeth, and said: "If I were you, I would have already taken the initiative to leave the family. After all, a useless person who has no magic spring and is causing trouble everywhere will only leave a stain on the family, right? I don't know what Marquis Mackintosh is thinking."

Moshe listened calmly, then silently took out the pen from his handkerchief. Could he understand that Denton Gunther was completely denying the existence of Moshe Mackintosh?

"Denton is crazy...what is he talking about?"

"What did he say? Tell me quickly! I didn't hear it clearly just now."

"In short, Denton scolded Moshe and asked him to leave the McIntosh family."

"Ah? This is too arrogant! Isn't he afraid of being sued by Mo Xie for serious insults... His grandfather is the chief of the trial court, he really has nothing to be afraid of."

Colin Collicotte, the president of the Student Union, who was leaning against the wall of the passage, no longer had a smile on his face. Behind his smooth lenses, his pair of golden eyes were terrifyingly bright.

Rude guy. He stared at Denton's back expressionlessly, magic power surging around him, and a cold breath gradually spread in the air.

Denton is not an ordinary person. He has received formal and systematic training, so he can naturally sense hostility.

He turned around suddenly, his round eyes moving rapidly, but he only saw the yellowed walls outside the venue and nothing else.

So he turned back slowly, maintaining a skeptical look, squinting his eyes as if he was thinking.

The other contestants have already got ready for the showdown, the sounds of metal colliding are heard one after another, and now only their group has not made any moves.

Denton quickly gave up thinking, shook his wrist vigorously, held the weapon, the broad-bladed axe, and said in a condescending manner: "It's almost time to start. Don't ask for mercy, Mo Xie."

"You too." Mo Xie restrained his smile, looked back at him without any fear, and started writing at the same time.

The magic lightsaber emitted a bright green light, causing the fluid in the air to vibrate.

Since the other party was rude first, there is no need to treat him with courtesy.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep being stubborn!" Denton's eyes were fierce, his muscles bulged, ready to strike.

In his opinion, the so-called "Mackintosh's secret weapon" was just a thin stick made of magic power and was nothing to be afraid of.

The showdown begins.

Denton rushed up to Moshe, wielding an axe, and was about to chop him on the head.

He was large in stature and moved clumsily. This speed seemed like slow motion to Mo Xie, so he took a step back to dodge and thrust his palm forward at the same time.

Mo's elementary self-defense technique, attack first, capture the wind.

From a purely strength perspective, it is almost impossible to confront Denton head-on.

Sure enough, Denton stood there motionless, looking at his thin palm pressing on his abdomen, and laughed contemptuously.

"Aiming at vital points every time? This is not for winning, but for taking lives!"

"I don't dare to watch it anymore. How can this be called a fair fight? The two men have such a huge difference in physique. It feels like Denton can knock Moshe away with just one punch."

Moshe raised his lightsaber and took Denton's blow, which was so powerful that he stepped on it and created a shallow pit.

"Don't you eat well? Why are you like an ant?" Denton pulled the corner of his mouth, gripped the broad-bladed axe tightly, leaned down, and bent Moshe's legs with his brute force.

As if he had heard something interesting, Mo Xie showed a subtle smile, then suddenly released the strength in his hands and jumped back a step to create some distance.

The axe hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound and stirring up a circle of dust.

"Thank you for the compliment." Moshe turned his wrist, and the lightsaber drew a graceful trajectory in the air, shortening to half of its original length, and now its appearance was closer to a dagger.

Denton drooped his lips and stared at him fiercely. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I said you're like a tiny ant, so you should be angry, right?"

And what does that weapon mean?

"Hey, are you looking down on me?" Denton's face turned a little gloomy.

Mo Xie looked calm and did not respond. As the pen increased its magic output, his aura suddenly changed. His light brown eyes were as bright as torches, like a predator ready to attack.

"Stop pretending, you're really an eyesore!" Denton gripped the broad-bladed axe tightly, veins bulging on his two sturdy arms, and he was ready to attack.

What can you do with that short blade? I'll chop it in two with one blow of my axe!

"I can already feel the aura emanating from Denton..."

"I hope Moshe Mackintosh can hold on a little longer. I want to see Denton go crazy."

On the circular stage, young audiences started a discussion.

"I don't like either of these two people. It doesn't matter who wins or loses."

"Who asked you?"

"He has a mouth and can talk. If he can't win, he will admit defeat."

"What if, I mean what if, he doesn't have time to admit defeat?"

"Don't worry, that person is here."