Throne of Vientiane Civilization

As soon as the leader of the Lock clan finished speaking, Silk, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bark mat, finally stood up.

Sion, who was originally condescending, was instantly overpowered by half of Silk's head. Coupled with the burly body set off by the armor, Sion's momentum stagnated.

But now, he couldn't just give in.

[It’s great to be taller and bigger, but you may not be able to fight. 】

Putting aside these physical factors, Sion is quite confident in his own strength.

While they were talking, they had moved to the open space in the village.

Ever since Silk, an outsider, entered the village, the activities here have received a lot of attention.

As soon as they came out, the news that Silk was going to compete with Sion quickly spread throughout the village.

In just a short time, a large circle of wood elves surrounded the open space in the village.

What does this mean?

Free!

He knew very well how the normal daily lives of the elves were scattered.

Silke was speechless when he saw this scene, but he didn't say much.

During this period, facing the crowd of people onlookers, Sion put his hands on his hips and looked quite proud, as if his momentum had suddenly returned.

"Tell me, how do you want to compare?"

"It's easier to get hurt than a weapon, and I don't have a weapon with me. Let's just show off my fists and kicks. I see that you don't have protective gear, and I won't take advantage of you. Someone from the tribe can help me take off my protective gear. Thank you."

Regarding Silk's request, Locke didn't need to speak. Two wood elves ran over and stepped forward to lend a hand.

Looking at Silk who was taking off his protective gear with the help of his tribe, and not wanting to take advantage of him at all, Sion curled his lips awkwardly, but finally spoke up.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is my strength! It's still too late to change your mind now."

"It's okay, come on."

During the conversation, Silk, who had already taken off his protective gear and stood still, waved at Sion.

Sion heard this and sneered.

"Then I'm coming!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Sion burst out of speed and rushed forward.

Thanks to the blessing of the Black Panther Spirit, even in elf form, Sion was extremely fast and rushed in front of Silk in an instant.

Faced with such an attack, Silk didn't panic at all. He dodged the attack on one side of his body and struck with lightning at the same time. A quick and hard strike with his hand knife knocked Sion to the ground!

There was no sound at the scene for an instant.

Sion, who was knocked to the ground, had a confused look on his face at this moment.

For a moment, he didn't even understand what had just happened.

Feeling the gazes falling on him, Sion, who was lying on the ground, quickly came to his senses and at the same time, his whole face instantly turned red.

"I'm not convinced! Come again!"

While shouting, regardless of whether Silke answered or not this time, Sion punched him with his fist.

Silk, as always, dodges, then hits a heavy punch, followed by a leg sweep to knock him to the ground.

If it were a normal competition, Silk might be a little more cautious. Even if he could win, he would try his best to show off his skills for a few rounds and take the opponent's face into consideration.

But the situation is different now. This time the competition is to break the naive ideas of the wood elves here and make them realize that they are far from being as powerful as they imagined!

"Come again!"

"..."

"Come again!!"

"..."

“Come again!!!”

Amid Sion's roars, the atmosphere gradually fell into a dead silence.

Especially Locke, who is the leader of the clan. Compared to the clansmen who still don't know what the situation is, he is in a much more solemn mood at the moment.

[With Silk having such strength, their village was easily destroyed by the enemy, and even almost completely destroyed? 】

At this time, Locke couldn't imagine how strong the enemy was.

But here, Silke actually played a little trick.

The strength he had back then and the one he has now are not at the same level at all.

The wood elves here are just like him before.

Life is unorganized, and there are basically no arrangements for training. In addition, he has very little combat experience.

Take the Sion in front of you.

In terms of 'swiftness' alone, his performance is quite impressive, but in actual combat, he is basically a rookie, and his entire attack intention is too easy to judge.

He can completely see through the opponent's movements at a glance, and then use enough strength to knock him down with one blow, in order to completely show the difference in strength.

At this time, Silk was like a cruel reality, and he slapped Sion, who was immersed in fantasy, to the ground.

I don’t know how many times he was knocked down during this period. At this time, veins had popped up on Sean’s forehead. The strong sense of humiliation made him gradually lose his mind.

"You brat! Why don't you stop?!"

At that moment, Locke was startled when he felt the energy fluctuations overflowing from Sion's body. He hurriedly clenched the staff in his hand, which was wrapped with green vines and was almost as tall as a person, and knocked the ground with the bottom.

As the mantra characters were spit out from his mouth, the life energy fluctuated in an instant.

A green magic circle quickly unfolded under Sion. Within the magic circle, vines as thick as an arm sprang out, binding Sion tightly!

Moreover, there was an emerald green light of energy surging on the vines. As the light shone, Sion's condition became visibly sluggish, and at the same time his mind became slightly clearer.

"Clan leader, I haven't used my full strength yet, I don't accept it!"

Sion is an elf druid. Although thanks to the strengthening of animal spirits, his physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary people under normal circumstances, but transformation is the core method of elf druid. He does not use transformation. Naturally, it's not all-out effort.

But Locke didn't listen to him. At this time, Locke was really angry.

"Shut up! Silk is an elf knight. He is neither riding a mount nor holding a knight's sword. Did he use all his strength?!"

As soon as Locke said these words, the wood elves watching at the scene were in an uproar.

As an elf druid, Sion's strength is outstanding among the younger generation.

They watched Silk knocking Sion to the ground with his bare hands. They all subconsciously thought that this must be Silk's strength. Who would have thought that Silk was actually an elf knight who was good at fighting on horseback? !

After hearing this, Sion's face became uncertain for a while, and finally gave up resistance completely.

The main reason is that he has no strength left. After using the transformation technique to bring Silk back, the energy in his body has been exhausted.

Facing the absorption of these vines, the energy in his body is about to be sucked dry. How can he still have the strength to fight again?