More and more spectators noticed the commotion and began moving toward this area like migrating birds.
Among them, there was no doubt that the majority were women, and most of them were wearing very revealing clothes, with skin the healthy color of wheat.
Each of them naturally exposed parts of their bodies like their chests, abdomens, and legs, with their clothes only covering the essential areas, exuding an astonishing allure.
These women all had shining eyes, like Vanargand stalking their prey, itching to rush up and snatch the man away on the spot.
"Please do not approach the stage!"
The guards around the stage panicked and quickly issued loud warnings, but the Amazons completely ignored what they were saying, only charging toward the stage with all their might.
"All of you, step back!"
The figure of the blue-haired beauty soon appeared below the stage, her cold expression like a stabilizing force that calmed the chaos outside.
Seeing this woman appear, the Amazons all changed their expressions, gritting their teeth with faces full of unwillingness.
But no matter how unwilling they were, they could only give up on storming the stage and obediently return to their seats, allowing the commotion to gradually subside.
"Damn that Shakti Varma!"
"Lv.5, titled "Ankusha", Captain of the Ganesha Familia...!"
"Wait a bit, no rush."
The Amazons, dressed so revealingly that it seemed they had no concept of shame, stared at the young man on the stage like hawks, as if they would tie him up and carry him away the moment he stepped off.
The Amazon race is one of the five major Demi-Human races.
For some reason, this race consists only of women, with not a single man to be found in the entire race. Moreover, no matter what race they mate with, they will only give birth to girls.
This peculiar gene has led the entire Amazon race to be very open-minded. If they take a liking to a man, they can share a bed with him without hesitation.
"As expected of the Amazons, with no sense of shame at all!"
"Finding ways to sleep with the men they fancy... damn, why don't they fancy me?"
"I suggest you look in the mirror."
Ryoji had been paying attention to the commotion below the stage.
He was quite satisfied with the current uproar.
In every sense, bring on more of it!
"The match begins!"
The host below the stage, while guarding Ryoji's belongings, announced the official start of the match.
"Haah——!"
As the announcement sounded, the Dwarf warrior immediately raised his shield in front of him, hiding his iron axe behind it, and charged toward Ryoji with large strides.
Although his legs were short, his stride frequency was high, and his running speed was extremely fast. At the same time, his eyes were exceptionally sharp, fixed on Ryoji, wary of any reaction he might make, showing no carelessness.
The Dwarf race is generally born with Divine Power.
It's not an exaggeration to say they are the most suitable race to become warriors.
Moreover, those who can hold the stage in the arena are usually the best in their field. This Dwarf Adventurer must be an elite among Lv.1 Adventurers.
"He's about to become another victory for that Dwarf."
"That'll make it seven consecutive wins, right?"
"That Dwarf better be smart. If he hurts that beautiful boy, I'll make sure he regrets it!"
No one had high hopes for Ryoji.
The spectators seemed to have already predicted the outcome, making seemingly precise comments, as the gap was just too large.
The Amazons, on the other hand, began to stir, ready to rush onto the stage and snatch the man as soon as the match ended.
At the same time, each of them was also wary of their fellow tribesmen, as they were all competitors in this race to grab the prize.
"How will you win as an outsider without Falna?"
Shakti crossed her arms, her calm eyes focused on the stage.
She didn't blindly follow the crowd in thinking Ryoji couldn't win. Someone who could face her imposing manner without flinching was definitely no ordinary person.
But the gap was there, and she was more interested in how Ryoji planned to win.
"Hmm..."
Ryoji tapped the back of the sword on his shoulder, letting out a light hum.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures had crossed paths.
"He dodged it!"
The Dwarf's gaze was sharp.
His opponent's reaction was as he had expected.
A normal person, when faced with a Dwarf's powerful charge, would never choose to take it head-on but would instead dodge to the side, attempting to attack from behind.
His eyes saw clearly as the young man lifted his foot and, he actually dodged to his right side?!
The Dwarf warrior was momentarily taken aback.
He held his shield in his left hand and his axe in his right.
If the boy had dodged to his left, he could have avoided the charge, at most getting bumped by the shield. But dodging to the right meant he was heading straight into the path of the axe!
This kid is definitely a novice.
Although his reaction was quick, he severely lacked combat experience.
He wouldn't let this opportunity slip by!
"Clang—!"
Without hesitation, he swung his iron axe horizontally at the boy.
In an instant, the axe and the sword clashed, sending sparks flying.
But the Dwarf felt something was off.
In that collision, he felt an unusual sensation, as if his axe had struck cotton, lacking any resistance.
"Is it the angle?"
His gaze focused on the point of contact between the sword and axe, and a lightning bolt of realization struck him.
The boy had pressed the blade as close to his axe edge as possible, causing the angle between the blade and axe to be pushed to the limit, nearly parallel.
Thus, this strike seemed like his axe had collided with the blade, but in reality, it had slid past the boy's sword.
"Very wise technique!" The Dwarf was greatly shocked.
He had never seen such a brilliant sword technique. He had hidden his axe behind the shield, yet this boy could instantly read his attack trajectory and precisely catch his axe with the sword?!
"Clang—!"
With the force of his arm, the axe blade quickly slid off the sword.
At the same time, the blade, having deflected the axe, used the Dwarf's own strength to slice from his right side toward his neck in a swift motion.
In that moment.
The Dwarf Hawks felt a chill at his neck, and countless goosebumps erupted all over his body.
The reason the boy dodged to his right was not due to a lack of experience but rather to launch an attack from the less defended right side of his body... and end the match with a single move!
He couldn't stop it.
The shield in his left arm couldn't block the attack from the right, and his right hand's axe had just missed its target, leaving him unable to recover in time. He would definitely not be able to defend against this strike.
In that instant, he could even foresee himself collapsing to the ground, convulsing to death after having his throat cut.
"Whoosh—!"
A breath later.
The two figures passed each other.
Hawks felt a chill run through his body, his eyes wide with shock and horror, cold sweat pouring from him as if he had walked through hell.
He instinctively touched his neck, feeling rough skin with a few drops of blood, but his artery had not been severed.
He turned to look back.
The boy was still standing there, holding the sword, his expression calm to the extreme.
Unlike the previous disdain, at this moment, the boy appeared unfathomably deep in his eyes.
"...I lost."
The Dwarf let out a bitter laugh, dropping his shield and axe, looking as if he had aged ten years.
Just one move!
The strongest warrior race, known as the elite among Lv.1, chose to concede.
(End of Chapter)
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