Starting with the goblin extermination

The owner of the hand was a scruffy old man.

Logan stared at him for a few seconds, his lewd face overlapping with a figure from his memory.

He remembered; this was the old man he had found in the sewers when he first arrived in Riverwood, Kosca.

"What do you want, Koska?" Boss Vant stared coldly at the old man.

"Calm down, calm down, my dear Mr. Vant."

Koska rubbed his hands together and gave a fawning smile.

"These two are so angry. Even if you throw this orc out by brute force, it won't quell their resentment, and besides..."

The old man looked around at the adventurers whose eyes were shining with excitement.

"...You've ruined the fun; the guys around here won't be happy tonight!"

"That's right! Crush those green-skinned eggs!"

"Blood! I want to see that woman bleed!"

As Koska finished speaking, the surrounding crowd erupted in a frenzied roar, making Elsa frown.

Some people even banged their wine glasses on the wooden table like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood.

"Therefore, why not resolve this in a more civilized way that is more in line with the customs of our Bailang Province?"

Koska lowered his voice and winked at Boss Vant.

A cold smile crept across the boss's lips; he seemed to know what the old man was up to.

However, his large hand remained firmly gripping the orc's face. No matter how the orc Haug struggled in humiliation, that hand did not budge.

Seeing this, Kosca tiptoed and whispered a few words in the ear of Boss Vante, who then nodded slightly.

"Damn it! Let me go! Let me go—" Haug lost his patience and started cursing.

"Okay, okay."

Vante casually waved his arm.

The orc Haug's massive body was forcefully pushed several meters away from the chair, spun around several times, and only managed to regain his balance.

At the same time, Koska nimbly jumped onto a table.

He spread his arms wide.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Listen to me! I have an extremely important proposal!"

He looked at the crowd that was gradually quieting down and shouted:

"Since these two have excess energy with nowhere to vent, why not let them solve their problems in a real man's way? Gentlemen! Tell me loudly, what are the men of White Wave Province supposed to do in a tavern?!"

"Where the hell is this real man? Is this guy with the chest?"

"Of course, it's about fucking each other's assholes! Hahahaha!"

"Bullshit! Stop being disgusting!"

Thorin's voice tore through the cacophony of drunken laughter.

"Of course, it's the 'iron fist'!!"

Followed by.

Tap! Tap!

Amidst a deafening roar, two daggers, thrown by an unknown person, became embedded in a table next to the two men.

The blade gleamed coldly in the furnace fire.

Logan looked thoughtfully at the two daggers.

So that's what it is.

【iron hand】

As a province of the White Eagle Kingdom close to North Nordland, the White Wave Province has inevitably been influenced by the fierce customs of the North, becoming warlike and barbaric.

This custom originated in the Starland region of North Nordland.

I never expected to see it in person in the South.

When adventurers have a serious conflict, but it doesn't escalate to the point of drawing their swords and fighting to the death, they will use this special arm-wrestling method to duel.

The duelists must sit on opposite sides of a table, hands clasped tightly. A dagger, blade facing upwards, is embedded in the table directly beneath the back of each hand.

The blade is cleverly designed to expose its tip.

Whoever's strength is suppressed will have their hand pierced directly by a sharp dagger.

The loser not only has to completely surrender their dignity, but also has to leave a bloody hole in their hand.

No bloodshed, no end.

"Whoever is stronger wins! There's no cheap brawling! Only the purest, most primal clashes!!"

Koska yelled at the top of his lungs on the table.

"roar--!!"

The tavern roof was almost blown off by the group of drinkers.

Haug the Orc was initially stunned by the frenzied atmosphere outside the arena, but he then looked at Ellis's Adam's apple-less chin and then at his own arms, which were thicker than Ellis's thighs.

Strength is his proudest asset. That freak must have just gotten lucky.

What a load of bull! He's going to make sure this bastard never clenches his fist again.

"Sure!"

Haug suddenly spat on the ground and stomped on it hard.

"I accept! If this beast loses, I'll make her kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes clean!"

Ellis crossed her arms and looked at Haug as if he were a corpse.

"I hope your hands are tougher than your mouth," the woman said coldly. "If you lose, you'll crawl out of here tonight. Do you dare?"

Just as the two were about to fight again, Koska suddenly shouted.

He magically produced a tattered hat from his pocket and twirled it in his hand.

"Wait! Such a spectacular duel can't be without a prize!"

The old man jumped off the table, grabbed a plate from the bar, and started wandering through the crowd, calling out for bets.

Although Steel Fist Ellis is infamous, most people still see her as a woman, and the differences in gender and physique are undeniable.

Haug, the orc, was a seasoned adventurer who had been around for many years. Moreover, orcs were stronger than humans. In an arm-wrestling match, which relied purely on strength, it was not something a woman without testicles could possibly win.

Kosca quickly offered the odds.

"Haug the Orc, a 1.2% payout, a sure-fire way to make a profit!"

"Our female Tyrannosaurus Rex, Iris, 1 to 2 odds! Any guys want to bet on her muscles?"

Upon hearing Ellis's odds, laughter erupted in the tavern.

"I fucking want to grope her ass! Forget about betting!"

"I'm betting on Hauge! Why not take free money?"

The odds were vastly different.

Apart from a few people who wanted to gamble on an unexpected outcome, most people still placed their bets on Hauge without hesitation.

Prejudice against female adventurers in terms of strength is not so easy to change.

Koska, carrying a plate, squeezed in front of Logan with a smile.

Logan looked at the two men facing off.

Haug was arrogant and flamboyant, but his steps were unsteady. Ellis, on the other hand, walked with a steady gait and appeared relaxed. Clearly, Ellis was more confident.

In addition to the previous fight.

Many people in the tavern thought that Haug was too drunk and unsteady, which is why Ellis was lucky enough to kick him away.

But that's not right.

Logan could see the difference between the two in terms of strength and technique.

That woman was far more terrifying than she appeared.

Clang.

Logan didn't hesitate to pull out two gold coins and bet on Ellis.

Koska's eyes lit up instantly.

Before the old man could even flatter her, Elsa pulled out two gold coins right next to Logan's and placed them on Ellis as well.

Logan glanced at her with some surprise, and Elsa smiled.

She trusted Logan's judgment.

Thorin, standing to the side, grinned as he watched Logan's extravagant gesture.

"You little rascal, I was just about to warn you, but I didn't expect you to have such a good eye," the old dwarf said in a low voice. "Those fools who bet on Haug are going to lose everything."

"How so?"

"Actually, there's been a rumor among the guild's higher-ups that the reason Iris doesn't fight with weapons is because she obtained..."

The shouts of the drunkards around him were so loud that they drowned out the rest of Thorin's sentence.

"What did you gain?"

Thorin moved closer.

"【Protection】"