Psycho Blake.

Blake was strolling along the sides of the sparring area, but he soon sighted a noble pounding a commoner with his fist even though he had admitted defeat.

The problem was that sparring matches weren't monitored by the school authority because the students outnumbered the staff and they had their hands full with the rank matches let alone spars.

'I should be minding my own business, I just came out to clear my head.' Blake said to himself as he looked away from the battle and continued moving, but that was when he heard what the noble was saying with his advanced senses.

"This should take away their attention from that peasant." The noble said as his hand was covered in blood, but he kept on pounding the commoner's face.

'Why do people like this even exist?' Blake thought with a frown as he activated lightning reinforcement and appeared at the battleground in midair before giving the noble a roundhouse kick that sent him flying.