The Duel

The Duel

As soon as Locke finished speaking, Shilke, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bark mat all this time, finally rose to his feet.

Sain, who had originally been looking down at him from above, was instantly surpassed by half a head. Combined with the imposing physique accentuated by his armor, Shilke looked even more burly, causing Sain's momentum to falter.

But at this point, it was impossible for him to simply admit defeat.

[So what if you're taller and bigger? That doesn't necessarily mean you can fight.]

Putting the differences in physique aside, Sain was still quite confident in his own strength.

As they spoke, they had already moved to the open space in the village.

Ever since this outsider, Shilke, had entered the village, the commotion here had already received a great deal of attention.

Now that they had come out, news that Shilke was going to spar with Sain quickly spread throughout the village.

In just that short while, a large circle of Wood Elves had already gathered around the village square.

What did this mean?

They had nothing better to do!

He understood all too well just how lax the daily lives of ordinary Elf race were.

Shilke felt speechless as he watched the scene, but he did not say anything.

During this time, faced with the gazes of so many clansmen, Sain stood with his hands on his hips, looking rather pleased with himself, as if his imposing presence had returned all at once.

"Go on, how do you want to compete?"

"Using weapons makes it easy to get hurt, and I didn't bring any weapons either. Let's just compare fists and feet. I see you don't have any protective gear, so I won't take advantage of you. Someone come help me take