"Let's go, Nabe. It's almost time," Fifee said to the black-haired, single-ponytail beauty beside him in the low-tier Adventurers' inn, then opened the room door.
Ah~ Due to the scheduled duel with Lock Kote Albert, when Fifee went to the Adventurers' Guild to pick up a quest this morning, he frustratingly found that there were no suitable requests with enough time to accept.
Moreover, because this news had spread, all the AAdventurerswould cast curious glances at them whenever they saw the two of them.
Their attire was already eye-catching enough, but because of this matter, the attention they received became even greater.
Just two copper-ranked AdAdventurersctually chachallengedmeone to a duel, and the equipment Fifee and Lock wore was not what AdveAdventurerstheir rank should possess.
This stark contrast piqued the interest of many higher-ranked AdvenAdventurershe two of them.
Whether it was just for show or if they had real substance, they would find out by watching. After all, it was only half a day, which AdventAdventurers could afford to spare.
The moment Fifee walked down the stairs, without a doubt, all the Adventurers in the hall looked over.
Even after he walked out of the inn, those Adventurers followed behind him in groups of three or five, just like the young hooligans in 90s television shows preparing for a street fight.
The only difference was that the Adventurers were not Fifee's subordinates, and the upcoming battle was a one-on-one duel, not a group brawl.
"Ah~ While this will help raise Adventurer Fifee's reputation, I really don't want to become famous this way!" Fifee wailed internally, his feet never stopping as he walked towards the Central Plaza.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a similar scene unfolded on the commercial street.
Lock, holding a treasured sword, dressed in white, with a faint smile on his face, headed towards the Central Plaza.
The hawking vendors and customers browsing items all cast curious glances. Although they were not Adventurers, they had also heard the news.
This white-clad swordsman exuded an extraordinary aura just from his appearance; he must be a strong individual!
It was rumored that when he was at the inn, he split the entire floor with a single sword strike, even piercing a large hole in the wall, a person capable of using sword qi attacks.
Under such scrutiny, Lock showed no stage fright, sometimes even returning the onlookers' gazes with a smile.
Clementine, following behind him, looked at his dashing figure with an unusual expression in her eyes, her face appearing much more subdued.
She wore a black office lady outfit, paired with silky black stockings and high heels, showcasing her figure perfectly. Her unique foreign attire also caused passersby to frequently look back.
Soon, the two arrived at the Central Plaza.
In the open space at the very center, the warrior in luxurious dark armor with two swords on his back, and the black high-ponytail Magic Caster, were already waiting.
"My apologies, I had some matters to attend to, which caused a slight delay," Lock said with a smile, his gaze fixed on Fifee's full-face helmet, radiating a faint fighting spirit.
Fifee glanced at Clementine, who was beside him, with some surprise. This otherworld was similar to medieval Europe, and the dress styles were largely the same, so seeing her office lady outfit, Fifee couldn't react for a moment.
Perhaps such clothing existed in this world, but it wasn't something ordinary people could afford!
Fifee thought to himself, looking at Lock's obviously more expensive white clothes.
"It's alright, we just arrived ourselves."
"Hmm. Our time is precious, so let's not waste any more words."
Lock flung the Dragon Spring in his hand behind him. Clementine reluctantly took it from him, then retreated to the side, looking very much like an attendant.
"What is the meaning of this, sir?" Fifee asked, puzzled by Lock's strange action.
Lock looked around, picked out a lucky Aadventurer and waved him over.
"Huh? Me?" The young Adventurers standing at the edge of the crowd looked around in confusion, confirmed Lock was pointing at him, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward. "What do you want?"
Lock flicked a gold coin from his hand. After the latter hastily caught it, he said, "This gold coin, to buy the sword in your hand, is that enough?"
"Ah?" The Adventurers were slightly stunned, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. His sword was just an ordinary iron sword, which could be bought new for at most one silver coin at a common blacksmith's shop. "More than enough, more than enough!"
Saying that, he immediately respectfully handed the iron sword from his waist to Lock, and was about to turn and leave, but was suddenly called back.
"Kid! There's going to be an exciting warrior's duel here next, and you're just going to leave? Watch it carefully until the end!" Lock reminded him.
The Adventurers immediately understood his meaning and gave Lock a grateful look, "Ah... Yes, yes, yes!"
Ignoring the Adventurers, who were either unlucky or fortunate, Lock looked at Fifee and said, "Because my treasured sword is too sharp, I judge that your armor is insufficient to withstand it. I only seek to improve my martial arts; I have no interest in killing, so this ordinary iron sword is enough for me."
Oh?
Although a certain style of his was unlikable, he was unexpectedly a good person.
Fifee thought, was this the warrior's spirit that Take Mikazuchi-san often spoke of?
"Then I will not use my treasured sword either," Fifee said, then looked at the onlookers and, like Lock, borrowed an ordinary iron sword from one of them.
Lock was noncommittal about his action, only smiling faintly.
Fifee might have misunderstood. The reason he said that was purely to avoid exposing the other party's true identity on the spot.
One must know that beneath Fifee's current armor was a skeletal frame.
If it were accidentally revealed in public like this, Adventurers would absolutely not allow an undead to appear in the city unchecked, and Fifee would not sit idly by. If a fight broke out, many people in this city would probably die!
Lock's goal was to scare him and, incidentally, teach this life winner a lesson. That was all.
"Before the formal duel, please allow me to announce my name. My name is Lock Kote Albert!"
"I am Fifee!"
"The duel begins."
As soon as Lock finished speaking, he immediately charged towards Fifee, starting with a powerful overhead chop.
Fifee, possessing the attributes of a max-level Magic Caster, had almost zero warrior experience, but his reaction speed was not slow. He immediately swung his sword to cut at the opponent.
Idiot! The correct response is to defend!
The two swords clashed. Unexpectedly, the longsword in Lock's hand, at the moment of impact, seemed to bounce back due to Fifee's immense strength.
Due to excessive force, Fifee's arm swung downwards, unable to retract in time, exposing a large open area on his upper body.
Lock, at this moment, used the force to turn, his longsword cutting horizontally, aiming at his heavily armored neck.
Clang!
Fifee hastily retreated a few steps, but Lock's sword still grazed his throat, sparking brightly as it scraped against the chin of his helmet.
"Hmm?" Lock retracted his sword and frowned. "I originally thought that with such strength and expensive armor, you would be a powerful warrior. I didn't expect your martial arts to be so rusty that it's unbearable to watch. How disappointing!"
"It seems you are merely a rich young master from who knows where."
"...I apologize, I do indeed lack warrior experience," Fifee said without any concealment. After all, the opponent was a pure warrior, and he couldn't hide the truth of being a Magic Caster unfamiliar with close combat. "However, I will not surrender because of this!"
"Lord Lock Kote Albert! Please enlighten me on my martial arts!" Fifee roared and charged towards Lock.
"Alright. Consider it a daily practice."
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