The dueling hall was packed. More than 20,000 people were probably in there.
　Some of the people involved are clearly relieved to be there.

　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with them.　Even though it was built, it was just a request to the city's wizards and guilds, and a nearby hill was dug out and hardened, and it looks almost like a soccer field. However, there are no underground passages or waiting rooms, so some of the seating areas are fenced off and tents inside are used as waiting rooms.

　There is also an arena in Gunjo City, but the capacity of the arena was 5,000 people for 50,000 citizens. Therefore, a resolution was passed by the council to build a venue outside so that the citizens could see it as much as possible.
　This resolution was proposed and passed the next day after the Duke came to the city of Gunjo, because the Duke had his hand in the back of the house.
　Moreover, with the help of the guild, the venue was completed in three days, an unusually rapid process.

　Since the duel was not scheduled to take place until after noon and they were to enter the venue in person, Tenma woke up and took his time.
　Since we had nearly three hours until noon, we decided to do some light combat training against Shiroumaru in the playground of the Knights' headquarters.

　Me and Shiroumaru were facing each other at a distance of about fifty meters. The moment Primera gave the signal, Shiroumaru closed the distance between us in an instant.
　He opened his mouth wide and jumped at me, but I quickly got under Shiroumaru's chin and grabbed his left paw with my left hand. At the same time, I grab the hair at the throat area and pull it down.
　Shiroumaru was hit with a technique similar to a judo throw (albeit quite anomalous), but as soon as he could, he kicked the ground with his back foot and jumped forward. But I had read Shiroumaru's actions and was quickly closing in on the landing spot.
　Shiroumaru seemed to be ready and put his body into a defensive position.
　I released the bottom of my right palm almost at the same time as my right foot stepped into the ground. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the comments below.
　As it was, Shiroumaru flew about five meters and landed on his feet as if nothing had happened. Probably Shiroumaru flew on purpose. As proof, Shiroumaru jumped on me as soon as he landed and swung his left and right paws at me in turn.
　While I was momentarily distracted by the paws, Shiroumaru's face approached right in front of me, and he head-butted me in the chest area. This time I was sent flying about ten meters away, but since I was also halfway through the flight, I landed cleanly as well, losing to Shiroumaru.
　The Primera and the rest of the crowd cheered when I landed, but it didn't take long for them to stop cheering. I released my stance and began to move closer to Shiroumaru. Ahead of me, Shiroumaru was cowering, holding his head down at the point where he had been headbutted.

'What! Oh, I'm done.

　Primera finishes with a look that says, "I don't know why.

'Shiroumaru, are you okay?'

Squeak, squeak.

　Shiroumaru responds to my voice and lets out a weak squeal. Then the Primera approaches.

'Mr Temma. What happened?

　He asked. I was casting a recovery spell on Shiroumaru while

He countered with a head kick that knocked Shiroumaru's head off.

　See," he said, showing his reddened right hand to Primera. I had punched Shiroumaru in the head at the moment Shiroumaru's head butt was hit.
　I had also cast a recovery spell on my own hand after Shiroumar. The time I fought Shiroumaru actually didn't take five minutes, but I was more tired than I was when I dealt with Banza and the others.

　I began to do some organizing exercises, despite the stunned Primera. After wiping off the sweat, I had a light meal and took a nap to pass the time.

　When I woke up after about an hour, I lightly relieved myself, washed my face and decided to leave the Knights' headquarters. It doesn't take less than thirty minutes to get to the venue, so I walk at a leisurely pace.
　Along the way, I was approached by several people. Most of them were related to betting, but surprisingly, they were also supported by those who were betting on the quasi-baron. Well, some of them seriously made fun of me, but they were all the ones who would shut up with a single glare and were later laughed at by others.

　When I arrived at the venue, the guild official who was working at the reception desk led me to the waiting tent. My tent was separated from the audience by about 10 meters, and my tent was surrounded by a dozen knight guards who kept everyone but the officials away.

　It seems that acquaintances and supporters have gathered around my tent. By the time I got into the tent, I was given quite a few words of support.

　For some reason, Lily and her friends and Mr. Flute were waiting for me inside the tent.

'Ah, here we are at last.'
'You're late! Temma.
I've been waiting for about an hour!

　and followed by Lily and the others.

'Mr Temma, we're here to support you today.

　Flute said. 'They each have towels, drinks and wound medicines.

''Aside from Lily and the others, why is it even guild staff member Flute-san?

　I didn't understand why Flute (guild staff), who was supposed to be in a neutral position, was here.

''Normally, I shouldn't be here, but the quasi-baronet's side has complained (accused), so I was able to come here.

A complaint?

　I'd tilt my head back.

The other side says that if I, who is on good terms with Tenma-san, were to be a neutral (guild), they would never know what kind of injustice they could do to me. So I was temporarily put on leave from the guild. So, I decided to put my back to Tenma-san with all my might.

　I'm a civilian now," he said smilingly, but behind him, I could see his Hannya mask with an aura of black anger. He seems to be storing up quite a bit of anger. Lily and the others are also quite frightened.

I see. I'd like to thank you for your help today. And so are the Lillies!''

""Yeah!"
Yes!

　All four of them replied in unison.

　Shortly thereafter, a cheer went up from around the tent on the other side. The quasi-baronet must have arrived.
　Then I chatted with the four of them and relaxed, biding my time.

　As it approached noon, the murmur in the audience grew louder. Just when I thought it was time to go.

'It's almost time to start. Please get ready and come to the center of the hall.

　The guild official in charge came to inform me. I took my sword out of my bag and walked out of the tent. At that moment, a loud cheer erupted from the audience.
　With that cheer in the background, we walked to the center. In the center of the ground stood a man I hadn't seen in a long time.

'Pledge over here, please.'

Yes, Guild Master.

　This slightly reluctant man is the head of the Gunjo City branch of the guild union. His name is Max Belcap.

His name is Max Belcap.
Age...41
Race... human race.
Title: Guild Chapter Leader and former A-rank adventurer

　The guild leader is usually lazy and lazy at work, but in an emergency, he becomes a very smart man.......apparently.

''Yes, indeed.''

　Shortly afterwards, the quasi-baron comes along and gives the same pledge. The quasi-baronet was accompanied by thirty rattling men, who looked like guards.
　I used an appraisal and found that there were thirteen C-ranked, sixteen B-ranked, and one A-ranked.

''The pledge has been confirmed. Both sides should leave their representatives and step back to the wall.''

　At those words, Lily and the others and Mr. Flute said good luck and backed off, but the quasi-baronet's side all stayed behind.

'Quasi-Baron Regil? Please hurry up and get your guards back.

　The guild leader urged him to do so, but Regil laughed.

What do you say, Guild Master? This is your representative, the Vend Squad. I didn't say there had to be one representative.

　He made a ridiculous quibble.

'But it's a duel. Even if it were, I wondered how it would be for a nobleman.

"You are fooling me! I'm just following the rules of the pledge! Now, why don't we signal the duel to begin!

　Regil is a bit confused. The guild leader looks at me to see what's going on. Then.

Then we'll join you!
Temma and I will have it easy!
Yeah, yeah, yeah! No, I'm not going to let some kid's quibble with me like that!

　The three of them, who must have been pretty pissed off, excitedly offered to join us.

''I'll help in some small way!

　And even Mr. Flute said something outrageous.

'Give me a break...'

　The Guild Chief has his head in his hands. Regil saw that.

'I don't think the addition of three or four of the lasses will help, though.

　And a lowly smile on his face. The crowd started booing loudly. In some parts of the auditorium, the fan club guys are killing it.

'Guys, no pressure!'

　I sighed and spoke to the ladies.

'It's okay, just step back,'

　I said to reassure them, but the four of them didn't nod. So this time, in a voice filled with magic.

First of all, do you really think I can't beat those guys?

　I said a little more forcefully. The four of them trembled and then walked over to the wall, feeling reluctant to do so.

''Come on, Guild Master. Let's get on with it. We have to get rid of the vermin now, so we need to finish this quickly.''

　I said lightly. Regil and the others have red faces.
　Incidentally, our voices have reached the auditorium through the loudspeaker-type magic item held by the guild leader.
　Hearing these words, I hear loud laughter from the audience in my tent side.

I understand. We will now begin the duel between the adventurer Tenma and the honorary quasi-baron of Regil.......duel!

　The guild leader gave a half-hearted (and annoying) signal.

'Die! You moth, guhee.

　The man who rushed at me blew backwards and rolled ten meters straight to a stop.

'What happened!'

　With Regil shouting, I focus my magic power on my right hand. One by one, the men are blown away by another.

''Deploy the magic barrier!''

　That's what an A-ranked adventurer would shout.

''Hey, hey. You're going to put up a barrier after four people have been killed? You're a f*cking A-lister, aren't you?

　Nonsense - Rank is a derogatory term used among adventurers for those whose rank is not commensurate with their abilities. It is mainly used for those who have earned points by latching on to those stronger than they are and passing the test through connections (the examiner is often an adventurer's proxy).

'Kid, get on with it! Hey! Whoever can do magic should focus on that guy!

　With those words, twenty people, including the man, unleash their magic on me.

(These guys are idiots. (What's the point of using water and fire strains of magic at the same time?

　There are several incompatible combinations of attributes in this world when they are used simultaneously. The most common of these would be the attributes of fire and water, fire and wood. However, since wood magic can only be used by elves (many elves are not good at the fire attribute), the most common is fire and water. The others are incompatible, but only marginally so.

　In the meantime, magic is landing near me. I thought it was a waste of time and decided to use my trump card.

''Out, 'Guardian Gigant, Guardian Gigant!



　Smoke obscured the area.

'You fool! You're all standing on your haunches. You guys! That's a lot of work!

　Regil was sure he had won, and he was laboring over the adventurers.

'Hey, ref! Why don't you just go ahead and declare me the winner!

　Regil was calling out something to the guild leader, so I decided to unveil my trump card. With a little effort, my trump card blew out the smoke with a tremendous gurgling sound.

'Who's winning?'

　People shouted in surprise as I emerged from the smoke unharmed. And even more than that, the audience buzzed at the two large arms that appeared to protect me.
　The Guardian Gigant, the Guardian Gigant, is only an arm, but that arm alone is more than three meters in size.　
　The arms felt like they were growing out of the air about two meters diagonally behind my shoulders, and they were blocking magic as if to hide me.

　This one was made from the metal and magical core of a dragon zombie, and although its construction is similar to that of a golem, it can only move with my magical power.
　So it was like I had four more arms, and I had a hard time manipulating it in the beginning. Now, I can't say it's perfect, but it's good enough to do some sketchy attacks and defense without any problems.
　As for its characteristics, it has high defense and magic resistance, and its hands and other parts can be replaced.

　Its shape is a sealed arm from a certain card game, and overall, it's close to the image of the mental energy of a certain strange adventure.

''Ba, it's a monster!''

　One of the B-classes screamed and frightened, but Regill

"It's nothing but a false threat! We'll take them all!

　He tries to latch on, but the adventurer doesn't move.

'Whoever kills that brat will get ten times as much money as I promised!

　I said, "Ten times ... seriously? After muttering, the survivors attacked us first.

''I'll kill him!''
No, it's me!
f*ck you, you little shit!

　He comes in, but when Buon and his right hand are waved, the men who were directly hit, not to mention the guy who was following behind him, are caught in the middle and blown away. Most of the remaining men who were left at the sight of it run away, but he launches a mass of magical power at their backs and snipes at them.

　After the sniping was over, all that remained were Regil and the five men beside him, the A- and B-ranked men, combined.

''Well, it's almost over now.

　I approached with my arms around me.

'Wha, what are you doing! Now get rid of that kid!

　Still, the five of them didn't move. But as the distance grew closer, one of the B-ranked men couldn't seem to stand the fear.

Shit!

　And then he swung his sword at me. I blocked the sword with my left gigantle (...) and the sword broke with a high-pitched crack. The stunned man was stunned, and he took a deco pin with his right gigantor.
　With a vetikong sound, the man flew away ... dead?

Not just the small fry, but the strongest ones!

　When I provoked him, he got a grade "A

Don't get cocky!

　I was ready to go.

No, you're not the strongest person in the room. It's the ... you behind that ... you, you. You, the one with the hood hiding your face.

　I point to the man in the hood who had been standing at the back of the guys for a while now.

"I'm a B. Why would you think that?

'If you say that, I'm a C-rank. Strength has nothing to do with rank.

　I said, and the man took off his hood. His face was sharp-eyed, short-haired and thin.

'You're one of the guys who was following me yesterday, aren't you?'

　I pointed out to him, and he narrowed his eyes sharply.

You noticed. I didn't think you'd notice.

'I thought it was a decoy because the other guy had a lousy tail. I just happened to notice it when I looked for signs of him, just in case.

　He said it in a way that didn't make them realize that they could use exploration magic.

'Big deal,'

　And I was impressed.

So, you're not gonna call?

　When asked about the

'No thanks. If you fight me head on, I'll be no match for you standing on my head.

　He said. 'You're being humble,' I said, and he huffed and laughed.

'Xamara!' Don't ignore me!

　And the A-ranked guy barked, grabbing the man in the hood by the shoulder, but　

Shut up.

　With these words, the man in the hood hit me with his back fist, knocking me unconscious and knocking me down.

'Ki, you, what are you doing! You betrayed me!

　Regil fussed, but the man in the hood glanced at him with a guillotine and left for the audience behind him.

'Come on, let's resume!

　and beat up the three remaining B-ranked men. The men were so stunned by the hooded man's betrayal that they fell down in a flash. Only Regil is left.
　I pull back my gigantism and approach him, snapping my fingers.

'Oh, I'm a nobleman! You know what happens if you mess with them!

　I shouted.

Don't worry. When this duel is over, you won't be a nobleman anymore.

　What do you mean by my word? When I delivered a straight right to Regil's face as he asked, Regil blew backwards and rolled four to five meters to a stop. At that moment, the guild leader told me that the

That's it! Winner, Temma!

　And the winner's name was declared. Then a loud cheer went up from the audience. The cheers were even louder as he thrust his right hand up to answer them.

　Then

Nicely done.

　The duke appeared, clapping his hands.

''No! At one point I wondered what was going to happen, but you won hands down!

　He spoke to me smilingly. And then, to the Knights' healing team that had been waiting for him to refrain.

Okay, you can start now.

　and instructs Regill and the others to use their recovery magic. Then he turns to the audience.

'This makes this Temma's point correct. Offer anything of significance.

　The audience was quieted by these words. But there was someone who could not read the air.

'I do not approve! That's not gonna work! How can it be a duel to rely on something like that!

　Regill. He ranted about himself, shelving himself. The audience was taken aback by this and shut up.
　But Regil, mistaking this for the audience listening to his words, continues.

'There's no way they would allow you to use such a tool for a duel and then send a spy into our camp! Shame....

Will you shut up?

　Regil's words were interrupted by the Duke's short but powerful voice.

''You are the one who will know shame! That thing is of Tenma's own making, and it is powered by Tenma's magic! And you, a man of noble birth, sent dozens of men to your duel, and all you did was hide behind them! You have dishonored the name of a nobleman. You have dishonored your name. You'll be charged with the death penalty! Hey, get him out of here! This guy is no longer a nobleman!

　He tells this to the knights who were waiting nearby. ''Regil, duke! 'Forgive me,' he shouted, but the knights held him roughly by his sides and dragged him away from the hall.

'I am truly sorry. My handlers have sullied the duel...''

　And the duke bowed his head to me. This seemed to surprise the audience more than me.

'Raise your head, Duke. Regil may be guilty, but the Duke is not.''

　And as the Duke performed, I defended the Duke's lack of teaming up with Regill so that the audience (...) could hear.

'It would help if you said so,'

　And then the Duke raised his head. Then he shook hands with me, congratulations.
　Then he whispered to the duke

Was I overacting?

　I asked.

That should be easier for the audience to understand.

　He smiled and said. His face was like the smile on a child's successful prank (prank).