[98] Just One Move!

Spectators continuously noticed the commotion here and, like migratory birds, began to move towards this area.

Among them, there was no doubt that the majority were women, and most of them were dressed in very revealing clothes, with skin mostly a healthy wheat colour.

Each of them very naturally exposed parts like their chests, abdomens, and legs, with their clothes only covering the essential areas, exuding an astonishing allure.

These women all had gleaming eyes, like fierce wolves eyeing their prey, eager to rush up and snatch the man away on the spot.

"Please do not approach the ring!"

The guards around the ring immediately panicked, hurriedly shouting warnings, but the Amazons completely ignored what they were saying, just charging towards the ring.

"All of you, back off!"

The figure of the blue-haired beauty soon appeared below the ring, her icy expression like a stabilizing force that calmed the scene outside.

Seeing this woman appear, the Amazons all changed their expressions, showing gritted teeth and faces full of unwillingness.

But no matter how unwilling they were, they could only give up on storming the ring and obediently sit back in their seats, allowing the disturbance to gradually dissipate.

"Damn you, Shakti!"

"Lv.5, titled 'Ankusha', leader of the Ganesha Familia...!"

"Wait a bit, no rush."

The Amazons, dressed so revealingly as if they had no concept of shame, stared at the boy on the stage like hawks, as if they would tie him up and carry him away the moment he stepped down.

The Amazon tribe is one of the five major races in DanMachi.

For some reason, this race consists only of women, with not a single man to be found in the entire tribe, and no matter what race they mate with, they only give birth to girls.

This peculiar gene makes the entire Amazon race very open; if they fancy a man, they can share a bed with him without hesitation.

"As expected of Amazons, not a shred of shame!"

"Trying every way to sleep with the man they fancy... damn, why don't they fancy me!"

"Suggest looking in a mirror."

Eiji had been paying attention to the movements below the stage.

He was quite satisfied with the current disturbance.

In every sense, bring more of it!

"The match begins!"

The announcer below, while guarding Eiji's luggage, declared the official start of the match.

"Ha—!"

As the announcement sounded, the dwarf warrior immediately raised his shield in front of him, hid his iron axe behind the shield, and strode towards Eiji.

Although his legs were short, his stride frequency was high, making his running speed very fast. At the same time, his eyes were exceptionally sharp, closely watching Eiji, wary of any reactions he might make, showing no carelessness.

Dwarves are generally born with great strength.

It's not an exaggeration to say they are the most suitable race to become warriors.

Moreover, those who can hold the fort on the ring are usually the best in their field; this dwarf adventurer must be among the elite of Lv.1 adventurers.

"Another victory for that dwarf."

"That makes it seven wins in a row."

"That dwarf better be smart; if he hurts that beautiful boy, I'll make sure he regrets it!"

No one had high hopes for Eiji.

The spectators seemed to have already predicted the outcome, making seemingly precise comments, as the gap was just too large.

The Amazons began to stir, ready to rush onto the stage to snatch the man as soon as the match ended.

At the same time, each of them was also wary of their fellow tribesmen; among peers, all are competitors, the quick have it, the slow do not.

"Without the blessing of a God, how do you plan to win?"

Shakti crossed her arms, her calm eyes focused on the stage.

She did not follow the crowd in thinking Eiji couldn't win; someone who could withstand her aura without flinching was definitely no ordinary person.

But with the gap there, she was more interested in how Eiji planned to win.

"Hmm..."

Eiji tapped his shoulder with the back of his sword, lightly pondering.

In a breath, the two figures had already crossed paths.

"Dodged!"

The dwarf's gaze was sharp.

His opponent's reaction was as he expected.

A normal person, when facing the mighty charge of a dwarf, would never choose to withstand it head-on but would dodge to the side, attempting to attack from behind.

He saw clearly that the boy lifted his foot, then—actually dodged to his right??

The dwarf warrior was slightly stunned.

He held the shield in his left hand and the axe in his right.

If one dodged to his left, they could avoid the charge, at most being hit by his shield, but dodging to his right, wasn't that running right into his axe?

Indeed a rookie.

Though quick to react, severely lacking in combat experience.

Don't think he would let this opportunity slip!

Clang—!

Without hesitation, he swung the iron axe in his right hand, aiming to slash across the boy's waist.

In an instant, axe and sword clashed, sparks flying.

But the dwarf felt uncomfortable.

Because in this clash, his feeling was very off, as if he had struck cotton, a sensation of striking without force.

"Was it the angle?"

His gaze focused on the point where the sword and axe met, his mind racing to think of the reason.

The boy opposite had pressed the blade of his sword as close as possible to the edge of the axe, causing the angle between the blade and the axe edge to be pressed to the limit, almost parallel.

Thus, this strike seemed like his axe hitting the sword, but in reality, his axe slid off the boy's blade.

"What exquisite technique!"

The dwarf was greatly shocked.

He had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship; he had hidden the axe behind his shield, yet this boy could instantly see through his attack trajectory and precisely catch his axe with his sword?!

Clang—!

Under the force of his arm, the axe blade quickly slid off the sword.

At the same time, the sword, having been blocked by the axe, used the force of his arm to, in the moment of passing by, sweep towards his neck from his right side.

In an instant.

The dwarf, Hawks, felt a chill on his neck, goosebumps rising all over his body.

The boy had dodged to his right not because of a lack of experience but to attack from his less defended right side... and to decide the match in one move!

Couldn't block.

The shield in his left arm couldn't block the attack from the right, and the axe in his right hand had just passed by, too late to retract; this strike he definitely couldn't block.

In that split second, he could already foresee the scene of his neck being cut, collapsing to the ground, convulsing until death.

Whoosh—!

After a breath.

The two passed by each other.

Hawks felt cold all over, his gaze stunned and horrified, his body breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he had just walked through hell.

He subconsciously touched his neck, the rough skin oozing a bit of blood, but the artery wasn't cut.

He turned to look again.

The boy opposite still stood there holding his sword, his expression extremely calm.

Unlike the previous disdain, at this moment, the boy appeared to him as unfathomably deep.

"...I lost."

The dwarf smiled bitterly, and dropped the shield and axe, looking as if he had aged another ten years.

Just one move!

The elite of the strongest warrior race, the dwarf among Lv.1, chose to concede.

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