At the Tribal Assembly's contests, Longinus showed no intention of holding back. Aside from restraining himself enough not to kill anyone, he spent the rest of the time beating those giant warriors half to death.
The effect was remarkable. The giants, who all had masochistic tendencies, loved this sort of thing.
The harder he beat them, the stronger it proved his opponent was—and the more seriously he took the battle.
Because of this, Longinus naturally earned the respect of most of the giants after the Tribal Assembly, and even won back the title of Great Warrior.
Even Giandor couldn't help sighing. He, too, had once been such an innocent giant.
After the Tribal Assembly came the sacred festival of the Giant Race, a day when the giants prayed to the God of Elbaf and settled their disputes.
Although Longinus did not participate, he watched from the sidelines.
The result was exactly as he had expected. Most of the giants' so-called disputes arose because neither side could win a decisive victory in a duel, leaving the Giant Royal Court no choice but to step in and arbitrate.
Of course, the way the Giant Royal Court handled matters also made Longinus's eyebrows twitch wildly.
First, they had both sides fight another match under the gaze of the God of Elbaf. If even they could not determine the winner, the Giant King would come forward and hammer both sides into the ground, ultimately declaring them both losers.
Such a savage method actually left both sides satisfied. Even Longinus could only admit that he truly couldn't understand these giants' bizarre antics.
Under the Giant King's savage methods, the grudges Elbaf had accumulated over ten years were completely wiped away in just two days.
The third day.
Inside the Giant Royal Court, which was so