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Chapter 121 - 25 Confrontation

Chapter 121: Chapter 25 Confrontation

A Heavy Armor Warrior was heading their way before the crowd had even managed to clear a path.

Drapped in heavy chain and plate iron armor, with a broadsword hanging at his waist, the warrior wore a sleeveless linen shirt underneath, revealing his robust and powerful arms.

"You," the warrior stared at Aske and said, "are strong."

"I know," Aske replied, somewhat surprised.

Was this an implicit test of combat strength?

"You should join us," the warrior said.

"Joining you means entry into Olympic City, right?" Aske sought confirmation.

"Of course," the Spartan Warrior responded, "as a part of the Spartan Envoy, you have the right to enter the city with us."

"Actually, I’m currently the Squad Leader of a Mercenary Group," Aske pointed to the girls behind him and asked, "Can you arrange for my people to enter the city as well?"

The Spartan Warrior’s icy gaze swept past Aske to the girls behind, pausing on each before resettling on Aske.

"Why are they all women?" the Spartan Warrior asked.

Aske: ......

"It’s an accident," Aske admitted reluctantly, "Our Mercenary Group recruits based on potential, not gender."

"What kind of potential do these women have?" the Spartan Warrior pressed.

"Hey!" Sigrdrifa exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "That’s going too far! Watch it, or I’ll chop you!"

"A chick adorned with an eagle’s feathers remains a chick," the Spartan Warrior stated.

More Spartan Warriors started to approach, looking at the girls with odd expressions.

"Women should stay at home," one of the Spartans said.

"Weave fabric."

"Prepare meals."

"Serve your man."

"Birth and raise children."

The Spartans said this expressionlessly, one after the other, as if it was a game of word relay.

"We are not women who can’t even fend off a chicken." Eleanor retorted, "If you doubt this, we can test our skills in a sparring match."

"We do not spar with women," the Spartan Warrior said.

Uh. Eleanor touched her forehead in exasperation, just as Thira spoke out:

"It’s useless."

"These Spartans have a sense of honor that’s greater than heaven itself."

"Asking them to spar with women they look down on is harder than killing them."

Aske also sighed. He was all too familiar with the stubbornness of these Spartans from his past life in the game.

However, he remembered that there seemed to be a female player who had found a way to deal with them?

He gestured with his hand, calling Medea over and whispered something in her ear.

"Alright," Medea grinned mischievously, "dealing with these big, dumb idiots is my specialty."

She found Eleanor again and communicated with her in secret.

"This isn’t right, is it?" Eleanor said with difficulty.

"What’s the issue?" Medea was indifferent, "Or do you have a better idea?"

So, Eleanor sighed and stepped forward, saying:

"I challenge you."

The challenged Spartan warrior looked at her as if she was an imbecile, with an expression of complete disdain.

"Or are you saying that ever since you were defeated by the Amazon people last time, you no longer dare to respond even to a woman’s challenge?" Eleanor asked sternly.

At these words, the Spartans immediately changed color.

"Defeated by the Amazon people" referred to a historical setting in the game, about an episode that took place over two hundred years ago when the famous Spartan warrior Dadasos encountered the Amazon people during his travels in Anatolia.

The Amazon people, like the Spartans, were also a military nation where everyone was a soldier. The difference was that the Amazons revered women and despised men, the opposite of the Spartans.

After exchanging a few words and not hitting it off, a fight ensued.

Unexpectedly, Dadasos was defeated by the Amazon woman and was even taken back by her to be her husband.

By the time the Spartans got wind of this, Dadasos’ wife was already pregnant.

Then there was even less chance of letting him go.

As a result, the Spartan envoys got into a mass brawl with the Amazon people. Despite the bravery and skill of the Spartans, they were on the Amazon’s turf, where the hunting tradition disregarded any sense of honor. Seventy or eighty people surrounded them and all six Spartan envoys were captured and taken back to be divided amongst the unmarried Amazonian girls.

Although the players, after a series of verifications, speculated that these Spartans had intentionally lost because at that time the Amazonian tribe had more women than men and as a hunting people did not have much of a concept of marriage, so...

Nevertheless, this event was always considered a great disgrace by the Spartans, to the extent that if you mentioned it in front of a Spartan, the aftermath could only be resolved with iron and blood.

"I accept, lady," the challenged Spartan warrior said without a hint of anger, but with an icy tone, "However, this is not a challenge, but a fight for the recovery of honor."

"It doesn’t matter to me, it’s all the same," Eleanor said.

The girls all laughed, because this was one of Aske’s classic lines, used every time he coaxed the girls into real sword practice with him, persuading them not to hold back.

Of course, even if the girls practiced with real swords, they wouldn’t actually hurt Aske, but they inevitably got a beating.

"As a foreigner, and a woman, I will not use iron swords against you," the Spartan warrior said coldly, picking up an execution stick from the side, "When you are lying in bed nursing your wounds, think carefully about why you shouldn’t provoke a Spartan."

The execution stick was a rod used by Spartans to train scouts, 1.7 meters long and as thick as a forearm. A full-force hit could immediately leave a dark purple mark.

"So be it, I won’t take advantage of weapons either," Eleanor put down her Fine Gold Spear and picked up the wooden execution stick and shield from the Spartan.

The two stood opposite each other with sticks in hand, quickly clearing a space on the platform as the surrounding passersby moved away with fearful expressions.

"Ten breaths," said the bald burly man sitting behind the recruitment desk, arms crossed and indifferent, "If the fight doesn’t end within ten breaths, Turulence, remember to receive twenty strokes of the cane after the battle."

"Five breaths at most, or else thirty strokes of the cane," the Spartan warrior named Turulence said, standing in the arena with both hands holding the stick in front of his body, tensing all his muscles.

"Are you sure it’s okay?" Nora asked worriedly from the side.

"The opponent is at most a Lv.3 Transcendent, she is not at a disadvantage in terms of strength, so she should be able to finish within ten breaths," Aske said, "Of course, I mean defeat the opponent."

"After all, she has been training under me for so long," he said with a smile.

Seeing Aske’s confident expression, Nora also involuntarily calmed down.

Since he had said so, Eleanor...

Should be fine, right?