[Wild Surge] increased the user's threat level when used.

However, this level of threat did not provoke humans, unlike monsters. As Dvalki once told me:

"Hmmm... It was a very strange feeling. It was as if my mind knew that there was nothing dangerous, but my body was telling me to run..."

Timid people cower with fear, while brave people, on the contrary, show a sense of competition. Then what about this guy?

"Hah!

The answer was the last one. He flinched at the scream I threw in his face, but soon came to his senses and finished brandishing his sword. If I had a shield in my left hand as usual, I could have simply deflected it.

However, even so, there will not be much difference.

Everything was the same in any case. The body of the tank existed solely to block enemy attacks.

*Colic*

The hand I had removed from the axe moved towards the trajectory of the sword. A dull sound followed.

*Klang!*

In the eyes of the bastard who thought he had won, the question froze. He must have been curious. A sharp blade and a bare hand; When else will you hear that sound coming from the collision of these two things? His eyes began to move, searching for an answer, and soon reached the target.

"Don't you understand what's going on?"

When I asked, he just nodded his head. Why did his sword cut through the skin but not the bone? There were many reasons for this: Bone Strength, Physical Resistance, my innately large and strong skeleton, the increase in body stats due to the [Wild Splash], and so on. It would have been even more absurd if he had cut off my wrist in one fell swoop.

No verbal explanation is required.

"You're just a weakling.

Since I was a barbarian, that was enough.

It was a rather unpleasant phrase, but the effect was significant. As if he had received the greatest insult, he pulled out the sword that was stuck in my hand. It was a bad decision.

*Spray!*

Fresh blood spurted as the blade was pulled out.

*Shh!*

The next sounds were the sounds of corrosion and a moan of pain.

"Ahhhh What a dirty trick!

What do you mean? I was just standing here.

It was clear that something was wrong with his head, so I reached out and grabbed his neck. He will have a headache if he runs away. When the blood flow was cut off from the brain, this one, as it was, began to jerk his legs. It was already a done deal. One turn of the neck and he would die.

[You have removed equipment. Item level -495].

However, I lowered the weapon in my hand. The reason was simple.

*Kakakkang!*

According to the butler, the double-edged battle axe was bought for a lot of money only today. If I had brought it down on this guy's head, I wouldn't have been able to use "I didn't want to kill" as an excuse.

Besides, I promised.

I promised the three knights that the next time we met, I would get rid of the problems in their heads.

*Clenching fist*

With a fist the size of a watermelon, I hit him in the temple with all my strength.

*Smack!*

'Behellaaa

If there was a problem in your head, it just needed to be fixed. Yes, the barbarian probably thinks so.

Or not.

Silence: A state in which there is little to no sound in the surrounding space. This condition dragged on.

It was a very anomalous sight. In a place where so many people had gathered, even in the midst of a holiday, how could a crowd of a hundred people create silence in silent agreement?

"Where is the priest?"

The silence came to an end when the knight carried out of the amphitheater this half-shattered head.

I approached the judge.

"Shouldn't you declare the winner?"

The judge looked at my question in surprise, and then shouted to the crowd:

"The winner is Bjorn Yandel of the house of Baron Martoan!"

At first, I wondered if he was discriminating against me for being a barbarian. However, judging by the reaction of the crowd that followed, this was not the case.

"Uhhh!"

"Barbarian!" He is the best!

"I've never seen such an exciting duel!" How refreshing!

"But isn't that knight dead?"

"Uh... It's too terrible. Feel it. Can you feel my heart pounding?

"Oh... I think so...

"This isn't the first time someone has died in a duel. And an injury of this level can be cured by a priest.

The reaction was quite hot than after the first duel.

'Behella

I let out another shout to the crowd and walked across the arena towards the tent. Not to the place where the baron was waiting, but to the tent, where he was transferred to be treated.

"Y-you!" How dare you come here?! As soon as I entered the tent, the remaining two of the three knights let out a cry of rage.

Without replying, I approached the priest who was administering the treatment.

"Is he dead?"

— ... It's not fatal," the priest even answered me, looking at me with a displeased look. "Couldn't you have been more restrained?"

When I heard such words from a follower of God, I shuddered a little, but I had my excuses.

"I didn't know it would turn out this way. He's a knight! I even put down my axe and used my fist! How could I have known that he would pass out from a single blow?

To my confident answer, both pigs blushed with shame, and the priest opened his mouth as if it were absurd.

"He'll lose... consciousness? It was a serious injury, because of which the brain leaked out of the head, but in your opinion it was fainting-..

"If he's alive, he's unconscious!"

It was a choice of words that even Einar, who taught me the life of a barbarian, would have put together. At the same time, the priest pursed his lips. He decided that further talk was pointless.

—…

An awkward silence hung in the tent. I wondered if I should just leave when that bastard woke up just in time.

"Where... I...? He muttered with empty eyes. The divine power of the high-ranking priest had flawlessly healed the shattered head, but it was not a universal cheat. "I remember going up to the arena...

After a moment's hesitation, the priest explained the situation.

There was a tournament, and he received a serious head injury. However, the treatment has just ended, and the memory will recover over time.

"I--I understand. Thank you for yours-...

When the bastard, who was thanking the priest for his kind help, saw me in the room, he tensed.

"S-Why are you...?"

His gaze was closer to fear than bewilderment. It was a little doubtful. If he had lost his memory during the duel, how could he react like that?

"Hmph, you really don't remember anything?"

"I don't remember. So go away.

It doesn't look like it was a lie...

However, I have to confirm everything while I'm here.

"If you do one thing for me, I'll leave right away."

He looked at me in bewilderment.

"Nothing special, just repeat what I say.

After telling him exactly what he had said to me earlier, I asked him to repeat it.

"If I say that, will you leave...?"

— Of course.

When I nodded, this one swallowed and then repeated what I had said.

"I heard that he got his nickname primarily because he... Ugh...

Suddenly he trembled like an aspen tree and clutched his head.

"Ah...!" I--I remember!

It seemed as if the memories that had been temporarily lost had come back while he was remembering the past.

"Good. Go on.

At my insistence, this one, as it was, froze like a statue, and then began to break out.

"S-stop... I was wrong. So please...

Apologizes?

I never expected such an attitude from his past. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the problem in your head seems to have disappeared.

— Yes. So please leave. The patient needs to rest.

— Of course.

Obeying the priest, I left the tent without regret.

"I... I'm leaving here. I need to leave quickly!

Outside the tent there was a faint noise. Listening closely, I was able to understand. I was neither a doctor nor a priest with divine powers, just a barbarian living in this savage world. But so what?

As I thought, barbarians are cheaters.

Only today I solved a problem that even a priest could not solve.

When I returned to the tent, the baron greeted me.

"Good job. I really didn't expect it to end so quickly... But where have you been?

When I told him that I had gone to see him and his staff, the baron grinned.

"You're an unusual guy. Did you attack him so mercilessly, and yet care about such a thing?

Ruthlessly? It's a bit rough.

"If it were a labyrinth, I'd hack it down with an axe."

"Well, yes...

"To be honest, I didn't know that he would be so weak. I thought it would at least be sturdy, since it's slow.

This was the answer that I had prepared in advance in case of problems.

For some reason, the baron burst out laughing.

"Yes, who can blame you?" It's their fault that they didn't train well.

"But how can we go on like this?" They may be apprentice knights, but aren't they nobles?

"Ha, are you really worried about the future?" Don't worry about it. This happened during a duel.

"But aren't knights the property of the family?" What if the nobleman to whom he swore allegiance harmed me?

"I said, don't worry!" Why do you think apprentice knights should participate in such entertainment, and not official knights? Because there won't be a big problem even if they die.

The baron gave a firm answer, saying that no one would try to punch me in the face over such a trifle, and that he would stop it even if it happened. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

"So you just focus on winning. Everyone's reaction to you was positive. The more you wreak havoc, the more satisfied the Count will be.

Well, in that case. I thought I could smash all heads without worrying. Apparently, the priest's abilities are no joke either.

"The winner is Sir Tillen of the house of Viscount Henslevania!"

After that, I watched the duels with the baron and waited for my turn. It was quite funny at first, but I soon lost interest. The fighting techniques were the same. I understood why everyone was so furious during my turn.

Even if they are wealthy, they are still aristocrats. There is no spectacle here.

I was a little tired, so with the baron's permission, I went to take a nap in the corner. How much time has passed since then?

The butler very carefully woke me up.

— ... Hey, hey, you, someone's looking for you.

"Is he looking for me?"

It was somehow unexpected, but before I could ask, the butler said only what he had to say and disappeared.

Then I went and checked.

What's this time? Three pigs?

Two of the three of them were standing there. Before I could ask what they wanted, one of them reached out to grab my collar. I didn't know his name, but it was the one who slandered me with the Little Clown.

"You're killing-...!

When I stepped back and avoided his hand, the Little Clown froze in embarrassment and continued.

"Ahhhh You will! What did you do to Sir Sylvania?!

"Sir Sylvania?"

When I lifted my ear and tilted my head, the guy was furious.

"You don't even know the name of the person you duel with!"

So that was his name.

"Strength... mania...

"Sir Sylvania!"

"Yes, he is. Did something happen to him?

At my question, both shook with anger.

"Are you kidding?" Every time your name is heard, he loses his mind and goes into a rage!

"How can you be so evil?" No matter how many grievances you hold, to bring a person to such a state... Do you have neither mercy nor honor?

Mercy and honor? This is not what the bastard who said he would slit my throat in 10 seconds should have said. I made a final diagnosis.

— ... I never thought the situation would be so serious.

A quick solution to the problem was required.

***

"What are you doing here?"

The commotion ended when Baron Martoan poked his head out of the tent.

Startled, the duo left as soon as they saw his face.

— ... Who are these people?

"Nobody.

"Well, anyway, come here. I have a great idea, and I want to know if it's actually possible.

After that, I returned to the tent and started a trifling conversation with the baron to kill time. Before I knew it, the first round was over and the quarterfinals of the tournament began. Is this really the very "fate of the hero" that the shaman spoke about?

"Sir Quartean of the house of Baron Serpius and Bjorn Yandel of the house of Baron Martoan, take your positions!"

Surprisingly, in the 2nd round, I faced another of the three knights. He was a bastard, prone to bluffing.

"Don't expect everything to be the same as before.

Even though the duel had already begun, this bastard began to chatter.

"I don't want to say it with my own lips, but Sir Sylvania is the weakest of-...

Rather, it was easier than the first duel. Taking advantage of the pause caused by his muttering, I rushed forward.

"Ugh, huh...?"

Regardless of whether he swung his sword in surprise or not, I stretched out my hand, grabbed him by the neck and struck him heartily in the temple.

*Smack!*

Soon, the flesh and bones of his head were shattered, and he fell helplessly to the ground. This happened within 3 seconds after the start of the fight.

"Uhhh!"

"Please crush him the same way next time!"

"Knight Crusher!" He's a knight crusher!

Even though the duel ended in an instant, the crowd erupted in cheers. It was a real irony.

I can't believe they enjoy watching people get their heads smashed so much.

At that moment I did not know who the savage was.

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