Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Alphonse had already seen the minotaur who had brought the news run to the other side of the square, where he whispered to a black minotaur of unusually large build and laughed sinisterly.

Needless to say, they must have devised this conspiracy to lure the enemy away from their stronghold.

I thought minotaurs were all honest and simple, but I didn't expect them to be so cunning and treacherous.

Tsk!

This minor disturbance in the square naturally did not escape Ganges's notice.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Leo is even more impatient than I expected. She actually fell for such a little trick."

Takoz snorted. "If she can't even handle the slightest difficulty or obstacle, she's not fit to be the chieftain of the Minotaur tribe!"

Despite saying that, Takoz breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't interfere with Leo winning the victory in front of all her people.

Although Newman's methods were somewhat underhanded, he was strong enough to be considered a capable male minotaur.

To be the leader of a clan, one cannot be too simple-minded, so he is still a good candidate.

As the war drums subsided, the first duel soon began.

Two minotaurs stepped into the arena, unleashing their power and instantly becoming much larger.

The fighting style was unpretentious, with no feints or tricks; it was all straightforward, head-on confrontation.

The loud "Boom boom boom boom!" sounds continued incessantly.

Alphonse found this technique utterly devoid of any finesse; it was purely a contest of strength, and the kind of fighting where injuries were exchanged for injuries held little appeal for him.

But it also made one thing clear: minotaurs are quite resilient. They can be injured but not killed even if they are hit on the top of the head with that heavy metal club. If an ordinary person were hit like that, their brains would probably splatter and they would die a violent death.

It looked quite exciting, drawing loud cheers and encouragement from many minotaur girls.

The two minotaurs were evenly matched and remained locked in a stalemate for a while before one of them was defeated. The victor did not seem to have gained much advantage; his head was covered in bumps and lumps, and his body was covered in bruises and wounds.

The referee, a Minotaur, shouted, "The second match: Neumann versus Alphonse from the mountain Minotaur tribe!"

He pointed out that Alphonse was an outsider, but the rules did not prohibit outsider minotaurs from participating.

All the minotaurs watching were simply amazed by Alphonse's size.

Unfortunately, compared to the Minotaur race who dwell in the labyrinthine ruins, Alphonse was indeed rather short. Many female Minotaur were taller than him, and Alphonse also looked quite thin.

How should we play?

Leo told me to stall for time.

Can you fight for a while just by relying on your agility?

As Alphonse pondered, he lightly gripped the metal rod and walked into the arena.

Suddenly, they discovered that the burly black bull who had orchestrated Leo's departure had also strode forward.

Is he Newmant?

Before the referee could even speak, Newmant grinned maliciously, "Now that Leo has disappeared, I have no enemies left! Linna's husband, the next clan chief, is none other than me, Lord Newmant!"

"You followed Leo to Labyrinth Town because you've fallen for that ugly monster woman? Hahaha, a skinny minotaur like you might actually have a stronger minotaur with Leo, improving the height of your offspring!"

Alphonse really couldn't comment on the Tauren's aesthetic sense. Leo wasn't ugly at all; she was definitely a great beauty, just a bit on the larger side.

As Numant spoke, he raised the metal rod in his hand and pointed it directly at Alphonse. "Although you are a bit thin, I do not dislike compatriots from outside. If you submit to me now, I can make you my direct subordinate."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, revealing his dark hooves. "Now, here, in front of everyone, kneel down and lick my hooves as proof of your submission!"

His behavior seemed to be unpopular, with the tauren watching looking at him with disgust, and many tauren girls looking at Alphonse with pity.

By all accounts, the small and thin Alphonse had no chance of winning.

Alphonse curled his lip in annoyance, glancing at the referee to the side. "Can we begin?"

"Alright!" The referee nodded, then chopped down with his hand. "The duel begins!"

They then quickly retreated.

Alphonse's nonchalant attitude had already angered Newman, who let out a deafening roar, and instantly his entire body swelled up as if inflated, becoming even larger.

His normal size was already around 2.78 meters, surpassing that of an average minotaur. With this power release, he surpassed Leo even further, exceeding three meters in height, like a small mountain.

The roar still echoed in his ears when Newmant, wielding a metal club with both hands, brought it down heavily on Alphonse's head.

clang!

Alphonse raised the stick with lightning speed, blocking the blow squarely.

The immense force caused both metal rods to bend momentarily, revealing their remarkable flexibility despite being made of an unknown metal.

Newmant was very strong. After just one exchange, Alphonse felt his arm go slightly numb, but he recovered as soon as he circulated his inner energy.

In terms of sheer strength, humans are no match for minotaurs. Even among orcs, only elephant-men can surpass minotaurs.

However, Alphonse is different because he has internal energy.

Originally, I intended to fight for a while to buy some time, but now I've changed my mind.

Without holding back, taking advantage of the opportunity when Newman's stick was shaken back, he thrust the stick forward, aiming straight for Newman's waist and abdomen.

Newman was also shocked by Alphonse's strength. He never expected that such a short and weak minotaur would have such formidable power.

Seeing the swift and powerful blow coming straight at him, he was secretly delighted.

It only pokes the abdominal muscles and doesn't cause any real harm.

Without even blocking, he swung the stick down on Alphonse's head again.

If that blow lands squarely, Alphonse will be either dead or completely disoriented.

Pong!

A single blow is like defeating a leather blade.

But this seemingly ordinary blow had already drained Newmant's full strength, and his entire body bent like a shrimp. The blow that was meant to hit Alphonse was completely deflected and crashed to the ground.

Newman's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but bend over, drool dripping from his open mouth.

pain!

Indescribable, excruciating pain!

He felt as if his internal organs were being shredded by a knife, and it was still being violently cut open.

Alphonse didn't just poke him with a stick; he used a technique that involved striking from a distance, his true strength penetrating deep inside and damaging his internal organs.

Before Newman could recover, a barrage of powerful staff strikes rained down. (End of Chapter)