yready Chapter 573 - 563: Honor Duel
Chapter 573 - 563: Honor Duel
Honor Duel.
Refers to the ultimate solution method that can be adopted when two people have irreconcilable conflicts over a matter.
The loser must make concessions on this matter and must not use it as a reason for causing trouble in the future.
Although theoretically anyone can initiate an honor duel, in practice, it is typically only the nobles among Dwarves who use this duel to resolve disputes.
And it is not very commonly used.
After all, it’s a duel, it’s not unusual for someone to get killed.
Even if one doesn’t participate personally, the person who can substitute for a noble must be a capable subordinate with both strength and loyalty, and any mishap would be extremely painful.
Receiving a duel invitation suddenly, Little Badri found it hard not to be surprised.
Because such duels rarely occur, few people living outside the Mountains know about them.
And the last time an outsider initiated an honor duel happened over twenty years ago.
That arrogant outsider who initiated over a dozen duels in succession, silencing anyone from the Black Steel clan who had conflicts with him, was named Elvyn Slyne, who is now the deceased Sword Saint.
Little Badri squinted his eyes.
That time, the Black Steel clan became the laughingstock of the other three major clans for a long time, and now, he had actually received an honor duel from an outsider!
Even insultingly with only sending out a single Puki?!
Do they think he dares not accept?
Feeling belittled, Little Badri stepped forward two paces, and glared angrily at Inanna: "Human woman, do you know what you’re saying?"
Inanna nodded: "I know, if I win, you have to let us pass."
"But if you lose, then go back to where you came from and never set foot in the Mountains again. Let your Duke father send another man with a hairy face instead!"
Inanna nodded, she believed in Fourteen’s strength.
In fact, even the honor duel was suggested by Fourteen, she was merely conveying the proposal.
As for the Sword Saint, he merely suggested the simplest and most effective solution based on his past life experiences.
If the Sword Saint really needed to choose whom he preferred between Elves and Dwarves, he would choose Dwarves.
Though Elves were relatively friendly towards him, and though many Dwarves disliked him, the honor duel was just too useful.
Faced with difficulties, what should one do?
Honor duel!
What if others are sarcastic?
Honor duel!
What if someone looks unpleasant?
Pick a quarrel intentionally, then honor duel!
Honor duels have implicit rules, that one can only challenge peers or elders.
It’s not impossible for an elder to reverse challenge, but that would be too shameful, and even if the opponent refuses, they would only receive understanding and sympathy from others.
Back then at twenty-something, using the [Extreme Sword], even though he wasn’t yet at Level 70 Lord level, among the Mountains, not to mention young peers, he defeated several old guys with fame at forty to fifty years old.
Unless the leaders of several major clans and the few masters by the Dwarf King’s side came fully armed to trouble him, he really was without fear.
In the end, the Black Steel clan that provoked him, all but the clan leader hid from him like cowards, and that incident was considered settled.
In essence, honor duels are ultimately about who has the bigger fist.
The Sword Saint always had the biggest fist, naturally, he loved this kind of rule.
This time, it’s also path dependence.
As for elders challenging juniors...
He is currently the No. 14 Puki, less than half a year old.
Little Badri looks every bit like he’s in his thirties, so naturally, it can’t be considered bullying the young!
Lin Jun was still contemplating how to transport talent to the Northern Territory and hadn’t gotten involved in this, nor was he worried in the slightest.
Come on, a guy who isn’t even at Palace Level probably doesn’t even have the ability to let the Sword Saint enjoy himself.
Little Badri still didn’t know what he was facing, he just angrily set the time and place and took his leave.
Honor duels aren’t something one engages in lightly, they need to be public and have designated witnesses.
And in Ash City, the only person qualified to witness the honor duel between Inanna and Little Badri is the local Lord, Badri.
"Honor duel? I told you to block them a bit, and you end up with an honor duel? And with a Puki?" Old Badri glared at his eldest son, clearly displeased.
"But Father, it was the woman who proposed the duel, if I refused, I’d truly disgrace the family."
"She proposed it? Then indeed, it can’t be refused." Old Badri nodded, realizing he had wrongly accused Little Badri.
He waved his hand, letting his son go prepare.
Inanna’s approach somewhat surprised Badri, he initially just wanted to mess with the envoy before allowing them passage, after all, it was a human envoy, it couldn’t truly be blocked in the city indefinitely.
Unexpectedly, this human named Inanna would respond so fiercely.
She proposed an honor duel, thus Little Badri had no choice but to adopt the stance, making her leave the Mountains forever if she lost.
After all, if the punishment for the loser was too light, that would be a manifestation of the winner’s weakness.
But this became difficult, inconveniencing the envoy was one thing, truly driving them away was another matter.
Thinking it over, he planned that after Little Badri won the duel, he would still allow the envoy to pass, but the punishment of Inanna never stepping foot in the Mountains would take effect after the envoy left, compromising slightly shouldn’t pose much of an issue.
He wasn’t without reason for making things difficult for the envoy, Badri resented humans and elves, these so-called allies.
Elves had been cowardly from the outset and hadn’t changed their attitude since then.
The humans, these so-called allies, secretly summoning the Hero, after many post-event investigations, had been almost confirmed.
They summoned the Hero and didn’t think to notify Dwarves, their allies, when the Demon Race provoked war.
After the war started, they couldn’t defeat the Empire, forcing the Dwarf King for the sake of the bigger picture to grudgingly attack the Empire even with only half the elemental chaos of his own settled.
After much hardship, they managed to capture cities and mountain passes, only for humans to suddenly rest their flags.
His second son had traded his life for a mountain pass, which not long ago once again had the Demon Race’s flag raised over it.
How could he possibly regard humans highly?
Currently in the Mountains, many Dwarves share similar views to Badri.
In the matter of disputes with the envoy, they probably wouldn’t mind speaking on behalf of Badri.
Thus, the issue of an honor duel, though somewhat unexpected, was not a major affair.
He knew with his eldest son’s character, he would surely be on stage personally for such matters.
Even if he didn’t think a Puki could pose much threat, as he’s currently only left with this one son, prudence dictated he lend Little Badri his armor.
The next day, by mid-morning, the public forging furnace unusually had only scattered hammering sounds.
Most of Ash City’s residents had gathered in the square around the duel stage built overnight.
The news of the Lord’s eldest son Little Badri dueling a Puki had spread throughout the entire city in merely a day, if one arrived late, they’d find it hard to squeeze into the square.
Inanna poured the Magic Potion onto her hand, then evenly applied it over the Sword Saint’s cap, just considered prepared.
On the duel stage, Little Badri, clad in enchanted heavy armor and wielding a crimson iron axe, had been waiting for some time.
He wanted to smash her little pet into a puddle of mycelium right in front of that woman!