I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

When he rushed towards me with the momentum to crush me, I did not choose to dodge.

I'm...waiting.

It's a familiar feeling...as if it was like this before...there was a guy who always called out to me when I was in danger...

"Yanzi, pick up the lantern quickly!"

"Yanzi, come here quickly, I have treatment!"

"Yanzi, there's a blood bag here..."

"Yanzi..."

That's right...that guy...he always shows up.

This time will be no exception.

It's not a risk, nor is it an attempt... This is the theorem, which is more effective than what is in the book... If we are all insignificant scum... Then when we fight together, we will definitely create miracles!

"Yanzi!"

coming...

"Shout with me!"

Oh, I don't know what you want to do, but I will do it anyway.

"【Luoketa oleshier！】"

Lockta God of War Fist!

Although this is what I heard, I...didn't shout out immediately.

By the time I reacted, the devil's fist was already in front of me.

"Ah..." I seemed to realize something, "l..."

【Jiyoke sitiyalama】

Shattered. Violent Cloud

The sky suddenly became stormy, and then a dark cloud fell from the sky at a high speed, tearing the demon into it.

"Uhhhhhhhhh! This... is... you..."

He seemed to realize something, but he couldn't speak clearly because his body was being torn apart by the cloud.

"Ahahahaha..."

He laughed wildly in despair.

"You win...but..."

Then, only a broken body was left.

"..."

I stared blankly at everything in front of me.

He is special

I'm a great explorer named Igor Philip. I'm traveling around to map the Saffi continent. So far, I've seen many countries with different customs... and met many people with different personalities. I believe everyone is familiar with my name.

This time, I'm changing the direction of my travels again, planning to explore Western countries that few people want to visit. If you want to learn more about my previous explorations of Eastern countries, then buy a copy of "The Travels of Igor"; it should be available in major bookstores.

"Adventurer, what are you writing?"

When I was concentrating on writing in my diary, a voice suddenly appeared beside me... I recognized this voice. It was the guide I knew in this country. His name was Gar Rush. He was a very strong-looking man. It seemed that this country was a country that advocated the use of force.

So, it's quite lucky to meet this reasonable person... Maybe it has something to do with his injured leg.

"It's just a travel diary... By the way, has the traffic been evacuated?"

I looked out of the car.

"No, it will take some time before we can get into the city." He was standing outside the car, facing the sun, so he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

It’s not that I don’t let him come in, but he is too big and there is no way he can fit into the carriage.

"How could this happen... Does this happen every day?" I used to think that not many people wanted to come to this country because of its tough people.

"No, it's just these few days... In a sense, you're lucky, adventurer." He looked at me, "because all these people came here just for these few days."

"........"

He is special

.................

The country called Skida has the bravest soldiers.

Males born in the war zone begin training at the age of four and enter the barracks at the age of twelve, but they are not used in military operations. Instead, they receive training in combat techniques.

When they reach the age of sixteen, they will have an "coming-of-age ceremony". Because the locals call this activity "Di Ke Ao", and it is difficult to find similar activities in their own language, so... since local sixteen-year-old men can be regarded as adults, this activity is called "coming-of-age ceremony".

Trained men would gather in large numbers in a duel arena called "Lucende" to fight against each other in order to select outstanding warriors. Those who were successfully selected as national soldiers would not only receive official positions and money, but their families would also live a good life.

It's a significant event in a family's life, so of course there will be exciting duels. That's why there are so many visitors... these guys, seemingly dressed in fancy clothes and well-mannered, actually love the spectacle of blood and gore at heart.

What a disgusting fellow.

“How many days has this event been going on?”

Walking in the city center, I asked Gal who was standing beside me.

"It just started yesterday. Since there are so many people participating, it will probably last for four or five days..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed me away.

I was caught off guard and almost fell down. I don't know where the notebook in my hand fell... What is this for...

Just when I was about to lose my temper, I suddenly heard a muffled sound in my ears, which seemed to fall right where I was.

When I looked over there, I found that it was... a person, who looked strong but was covered in scars.

At this time, he had no signs of life and blood was constantly flowing out from his body.

Seeing this scene, I seemed to smell a bloody smell in my nose. I suddenly felt nauseous... I had never seen such a tragic scene, so...

To divert my attention, I looked around.

What surprised me was that the passers-by around didn't seem to care. They didn't even stop and walked past the man as if they didn't see him.

"Are you okay..." He came over and helped me pick up the notebook that I didn't know where it fell.

"...He...does this...why?"

I don't know if I was frightened, but I became a little incoherent.

He took a look at the man's body, sighed, and explained to me:

"It's normal... Because he had too much to bear and had suffered a defeat in the duel, he couldn't face his family and chose suicide." He patted my back. "Can you still stand up?"

"...ah..."

I felt my strength slowly returning to my body.

"Take it away, take it away..." "It will really cause trouble..."

The guards who arrived after hearing the news carried the poor guy away...and were going to carry me away too.

"Is it common? This kind of thing."

"...Of course, after all...this country doesn't need cowards."

Is this the meaning of their sixteen years of life? Either to achieve success or to die for their country?

From that moment on, I began to hate this country.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

"Just sit here, the view is great."

Gar took me into the audience seats of the duel arena and chose a seat for me.

Actually, I am very disgusted by this kind of thing... But out of responsibility for the biography, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and read it, and record what I saw in my own notebook.

"It's about to begin..."

Gar told me, so I looked towards the huge arena.

Many strong men in armor were divided into two teams and went on stage one by one according to the soldiers' instructions.

"Is it just a one-on-one fight, and the winner can become an official?" I asked him.

"It's not that simple. Of course there will be a rematch. There are only so many positions available, so multiple rounds of selection are needed. But as long as you win this round, you basically won't have to worry about food for your family anymore."

"..."

So, no wonder...

The scene reappeared before my eyes, and I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach again.

"here we go..."

Gar whispered something to me and looked towards the ring.

...............

The more primitive it is, the faster people's enthusiasm is aroused.

A wild atmosphere quickly spread among the crowd, and accompanied by everyone's cheers, the two men began to fight.

The sound of clashing shields, weapons striking each other, and blood spurting out from scratches.

I can already imagine the pain that person must have felt when he jumped off the building.

They have clearly put in more than ten years of effort...but are not getting the desired returns.

It's so... unfair.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

The course of the battle was surprisingly consistent.

Almost all of the two people are equally strong. When they meet, they fight to the death, and then they are covered with wounds. It just depends on which side can't hold on first and reveals a flaw.

It’s said to be strength, but actually it’s luck.

Just when I was about to ask Gar to take me somewhere else because this kind of fight was boring, I suddenly noticed something different.

Among the group of people, there was a figure who looked very thin.

That's right, all the participants so far are tall and strong, and look like they can fight, but he is the only one who is half a head shorter than the others, and he doesn't look strong. Although his muscles look strong, I don't think he can compete with the others in strength.

"..."

I suddenly had a reason to keep reading.

I want to see what will happen to that person.

....................

Finally, the little guy I had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared. At the same time, the people around him booed in unison, as if they disliked the little guy.

"Can he really do it? I see he'll be down in a second, right?"

“Nothing to see~”

"This has to be the most boring game ever."

The spectators behind him were talking about it.

"..."

I started to worry about him, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"here we go."

Gar reminded me calmly.

. . . . . . . . . .

Seeing the smaller man, his opponent sneered and gestured toward the stands.

That is a gesture symbolizing victory.