Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Without sufficient strength, one cannot afford to be ruthless in the face of a powerful enemy.

But once you have enough strength, you can endure for a moment and lose your reputation, or take a step back and die with resentment.

How can one always swallow one's anger and resentment? How can one's thoughts be clear if one always suffers in silence?

The batons rained down like a storm, and Newmant only had time to block one before his thick arms were struck countless times!

With a "whoosh," everyone watching erupted into a frenzy.

I was stunned.

At that moment, the metal rod in Alphonse's hand had turned into countless black afterimages.

It's obvious to everyone that Newman is in trouble!

This thin, short mountain minotaur managed to subdue him without even using his strength.

Besides Leo, Newman is the most popular candidate to win the championship in this tournament. Although his arrogant behavior is not well-liked, his strength is truly formidable.

After Leo left, the position of clan chief was practically his for the taking.

At this moment, he was being pounded into the hard ground by a hail of sticks, as if being whack-a-mole.

Everyone stared blankly at what was happening before them. Before the duel began, they had imagined countless possible outcomes, and many even felt sympathy for Alphonse, the mountain minotaur. But the current situation was something they had never even dreamed of.

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!"

"That'll teach you to play dirty tricks!"

"Today I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

Alphonse shouted at them while swinging his stick and hitting them hard.

Newman was too weak to answer. His head had become like Buddha's, covered in bumps and uneven surfaces, with the tumors being particularly large, and blood and foam were oozing from his mouth.

Rock fragments had almost reached his chest, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

The Minotaur chieftain, Takoz, was stunned. The rocks in this square were extremely hard, comparable to metal. Otherwise, why would they be used as a fighting arena? The strength of the Minotaur race was immense.

Newman was actually smashed into the rock, which shows how much force he endured.

Newman's strength is not much worse than his, otherwise he would not have regarded Newman as a candidate for the future clan leader.

Then came another surge of joy. This outsider mountain minotaur was extremely powerful, far beyond what he appeared to be. He had not yet unleashed his full power. Although he was short and thin, he was incredibly strong!

He is more suitable than Newman to be the patriarch of the Minotaur tribe!

Alphonse stopped hitting the ball, turned to the referee, and said, "Shouldn't this count as a win?"

The outcome is already quite clear, there's no point in bullying this guy any further.

The referee was about to announce the result when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

A chorus of exclamations erupted, with Mahaya's exclamation being particularly piercing.

Everyone thought he had passed out and was no longer able to fight, but at this moment, Newman suddenly sprang up, jumped up, and swung his club at the back of Alphonse's head.

The act of sneak attack is despicable, but at this moment no one can stop Newman.

However, Alphonse was faster. With a sudden spin, the metal staff in his hand struck first, a flash of silver light like lightning, slamming heavily onto Newmant's head and sending him flying.

Newman flew through the air, crashed to the ground, and still carried away by the force of the impact, leaving a long trail in the rocky ground before finally coming to a stop.

At this point, he completely lost consciousness.

The situation was even more horrific; one of its horns was broken off, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices.

"Idiot!" Alphonse cursed.

Seeing that her owner was alright, Mahaya stopped after running a distance, overjoyed.

At this moment, the group of minotaurs watching the battle realized that Alphonse had not used his full strength at all; if he had fought with all his might, he could have defeated Newmant with a single blow.

The minotaur acting as referee quickly raised one hand, "The match is over! Alphonse wins!"

Then he smiled kindly at Alphonse and said, "You can rest on the sidelines and wait for the next match."

Alphonse easily defeated Newmant, and if Leo hadn't returned in time, it would have been a foregone conclusion that he would have taken the position of chieftain of the Minotaur.

The referee was obviously trying to curry favor beforehand.

Then, the referee announced again, "Match three, Leo vs. Sagan!"

The minotaur named Sagan grinned widely, his face beaming with joy, and strode into the arena, club in hand.

Even if he wasn't aiming to win, going into the martial arts competition would still allow him to show off to the villagers and let the girls in the tribe see his bravery, making it easier for them to find a spouse in the future.

He had already decided to forfeit his first match because he saw that his opponent was Leo; he didn't want to face Leo, that violent woman who was like a monster.

Unexpectedly, good fortune fell from the sky, and Leo suddenly left, meaning he could win this battle without a fight.

The referee shouted, "Leo is absent, the winner is here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Alphonse interrupted him.

"etc!"

The match schedule was set up right there at the registration point, so how could Alphonse not see it?

Alphonse didn't even step onto the stage; it was all for this reason. He declared loudly, "I came here to fight the strong Minotaur. Leo temporarily left because of some fool's schemes. To declare her a loser just because of that is unfair to her! I cannot accept that!"

With that, he brandished the metal staff in his hand, "Forget about the match schedule. Anyone who wants to participate in this tournament can come at me all at once. I will defeat you all, and then I'll wait for Leo to return so I can challenge her!"

Upon hearing this, Sagan's face fell, looking as if he had lost his parents. His spirits vanished instantly. He was no match for Newmant, let alone Alphonse. Alphonse would be knocked unconscious with a single blow.

He had seen Newman's miserable state.

"This is against the rules," the referee couldn't help but turn to look at the clan chief.

Takoz also frowned. He hadn't expected Alphonse to bring this up. Deep down, he really didn't want Leo to participate in the competition for the clan leader.

But Ganges, the fox clan chieftain sitting to the side, seemed to enjoy the spectacle and burst into laughter. "I think Alphonse makes a good point. The position of chieftain of the Minotaur clan should be held by the strongest. It's unfair to treat Leo as a loser. How about we do as Alphonse suggests and let him face each of the participants in the duel one by one to determine the winner? If Leo hasn't returned by then, we can consider her a forfeit."

After saying that, she looked at Takoz with a smile, "Chief Takoz, what do you think?"

He genuinely wanted to speak up for Alphonse, but cleverly evaded the point. Alphonse intended for all contestants to fight together, but he only suggested that Alphonse fight each opponent one by one, thus avoiding the risk of Alphonse being attacked by a group. (End of Chapter)