After getting slightly accustomed to his new weapon, Yuriel once again stood before Longinus and invited him, "Powerful warrior from the sea, let us continue our previous duel!"
"Of course. What would you like to compete in?"
He asked this because Giandor had told Longinus that giant contests included many events: weightlifting, swimming, archery, wrestling, and countless others.
As for pure combat, unless there was an outside enemy invasion, it would only take place during the most sacred ceremonies.
They believed that combat was sacred and could not be profaned. Once it began, it absolutely could not stop until the winner had been decided.
"Then let's compete in weightlifting... wrestling..." Looking at Longinus's height, which did not even reach his knee, Yuriel was troubled. He did not want others to call him a despicable giant.
"You decide the way we compete!"
Hearing the commotion, the surrounding giants also gathered around, each of them shouting excitedly.
"How about drinking? ...No, that won't do. Yuriel still has too much of an advantage!"
"What about running? ...That won't do either. One step from Yuriel is worth ten of his!"
"How about swimming?"
"Forget it. There are many dangerous Sea Kings in the ocean!"
"This is terrible! Is there really no reasonable way to compete?"
"It can't be helped. We giants are natural-born warriors. No matter what we choose, it'll be too unfair!"
Longinus knew that these giants were not proclaiming their own strength, but hearing it still made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Let's not make things so complicated. We'll choose the simplest kind of competition—arm wrestling!"
The giants froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Powerful warrior of the sea, don't tell me you don't know that we giants are the strongest race in the world when it comes to strength!"
"Yuriel