The stout, beast-like man stretched out his two short legs, sometimes sprinting in small steps, sometimes staggering his feet, the tip of his sword always pointed at his opponent's heart and throat. The tall southern warrior walked sideways in a circle with a peculiar crab footwork, his knees bent, his eyes fixed on the beast-man's eyes, his right hand firmly gripping the tail of the axe's handle, and his left hand loosely resting on the front of the axe's handle.

After that brief encounter, they weighed each other so clumsily and almost gently, ready to kill each other at the slightest momentary opportunity. Many onlookers admired the professionalism of the two men, but other travelers huddled under the eaves and courtyard arcades became increasingly impatient with the "intimate interaction."

They taunted the duelist and urged them to hurry up so that they could go back to bed after dinner. Desperately bored, they unknowingly doubled their bets. With the help of those who care, the news of the duel spread throughout King's Landing's harbor trade area, and the people who came to see the excitement had already surrounded the door of the "devil's stomach".

The audience shouted, waved their fists, and taunted the two duelists incessantly. Fueled by this vibe, Kulian and Namen emptied the last trace of remorse in their minds, and they finally pounced on one place.

The great axe buzzed and vibrated like a tall Nammon slashing at Kurian's abdomen. The blade of the axe reflected the orange glow of the fire and the blue glow of the blubber wax ignited in the chandelier, drawing an eerie arc with the twilight projected outside the window.

The beastman stared at the great axe, leaping away and dodging, the blade of which flew towards his head, and he crouched down to dodge it, rolling in a circle. Judging by his short, stocky size, he is not a beast like a tigerman, a werewolf, or a rat-man. But if he is a bear man or a wild boar man, then his movements are so agile that they are almost a bit foul, and he is far more than his peers.

He jumped up behind Nammon and kicked the big man in the ass with a childish look on his face. When the onlookers saw this contrasting expression, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You're looking for death!"

Namen looked furious, and his axe movement gradually became frizzy and unorganized. But it is undeniable that his power is really huge. The axe smashes everything it takes, tables, chairs, and even the stone floor of the tavern.

When the furious giant axe struck the bluestone floor again, spilling out handfuls of sparks, and at the same time leaving a deep gap in the smooth ground, Mr. Gris, the tavernkeeper, immediately roared angrily: "You two bastards, if you don't compensate me for my losses in a while, Lao Tzu will definitely find someone to send you to the labor camp to work until you die!"

But the two of them were obviously already on top, and they were not moved by the words of the outside world at all. The great axe dragged Namen again and rushed towards his opponent, like a war horse dragging the corpse of a cavalryman. Again with a seemingly stumbling but light pace, Kulian quickly retreated a few steps backwards, but just as the great axe passed by him, the creature stabbed out the sword in his left hand.

With a "snap", the sprig of the fist sword stuck on the handle of the giant axe. The beast man immediately twisted it, and the fist sword locked the giant axe in one place. Immediately after, his body seemed to be on a crutch, his right leg kicked forward a step forward, his right arm was thrown forward like a snake out of a hole, and the fist sword in his right hand stabbed Namen in the neck fiercely.

Let it go or die. Namen let go of the axe in his hand and took two quick steps back. The giant axe fell to the ground, smashing it with a crisp sound. Kurian was unrelenting, swinging his two fists and stabbing his opponent in the chest at the same time.

However, feng shui takes turns, and it's time for him to co-authorize this time. Namen dodged the stab with a sideways step similar to that of Kulian, and his two long arms grabbed his rival's wrists. "Let's go," exhaled, the tall man, who had apparently learned the art of throwing in the grasslands west of Ramsay, had pocketed the beastman in his back and slammed it over the shoulder to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Namen grabbed both of Kulian's arms and pressed the blade of his fist against the beast's throat. The sharp edge was already close to Kulian's neck, and the beast man in the lying position was obviously not very good at fighting. Many onlookers saw that the two were in a wrestling and immediately ran to bet again, and this time they all pressed towards Namen.

"Whew......"

However, as if to whet people's appetites, the brawl turned against the grain. Under the threat of death, Kulian did not hesitate to transform into a half-human, half-beast form. Hair grew from his body, his facial bones instantly deformed, his mouth began to protrude forward, his canine teeth became sharper and thicker, and the muscles that had swelled several times even broke the undershirt on his body.

"He's a bear man?"

"Why do you look so much like a polar bear?"

"No, how can a polar bear be so short?"

"That's it, and which polar bear you've seen have dark circles on their faces and some black paint on their bodies?"

When the onlookers saw Kulian's panda form, they immediately talked about it. To be honest, this guy does look a bit like a polar bear after transformation, with a lot of white fur on his body, but his body shape and black hair adorned on his body are very different from that of a polar bear. Not to mention, the polar bears are actually an independent intelligent race, and they have nothing to do with beasts at all.

"I remember! I'd seen this beast man in the Harbor Trade Zone, the owner of a furniture store that mainly traded bamboo and wood furniture. Because there are many polar bears who like bamboo and wood furniture and always patronize his shop, he often uses this form to do business in that shop. ”

One visitor patted his head and told the story that stayed in his memory corner, "The beast man has a good relationship with the polar bear man, he is always happy to give customers discounts, and he even runs a raffle in his store every celebration." The Southerners are in trouble. Even if he wins the brawl, he will be hated by the polar bears. ”

Hearing this, many onlookers grinned. All they wanted now was that the tavernkeeper would be willing to settle the payout quickly after the brawl was over, and then they would be able to sneak out of the "devil's stomach" and avoid being caught and interrogated by King's Landing's security management team. You know, there are a lot of polar bears and camels in this city.

"It's a pity," said a drinker in the corner of the tavern, pouring a large glass of rum down his throat and then to his companion beside him, "that fellow is a good fighter, but he messed with the wrong people in the wrong place." ”

However, his companion, who had wrapped himself in a burqa (but still couldn't hide his thin size), shook his head, "Not really, if that guy had some friends to help him, he might still be able to escape from here." As he spoke, he showed his fellow drinkers what he was holding, "As far as the name 'Devil's Stomach' is concerned, this place is a bit of a misnomer. ”

"Don't ......"

Seeing that the man had bent down and rolled two balls down the floor, he could only pour all the rum down his throat. Then he closed his mouth and nose tightly, and at the same time his heart was full of resentment.

"Damn gnomes!"