Todd clapped his hands and shouted at the stunned Claw Warriors, "How long are you going to stand there like idiots?! Next!"

After only three rounds of fighting, the second warrior had his arm severed by Huggins, and then his chest was pierced.

The third person, the fourth person...

One Kitajima samurai after another seemed to walk into a "steel meat grinder," using their lives to prove a legend.

Finally, the seventh pirate, unable to withstand the overwhelming odds of the battle any longer, jumped off the plank and stumbled as he tried to escape the duel.

Todd snapped his fingers and pointed forward. Soldiers holding crossbows pulled the triggers, the sound of bowstrings piercing the air rang out, and the deserter, with a dozen or so crossbow bolts stuck in his back, fell into a pile of mud without even letting out a scream.

Crofts watched the duel for honor with a tense and fearful expression. He quietly found a member of his tribe and whispered something to him. The latter nodded and ran to the tribe's stable.

"Keep going! Do you want to wait until the sun goes down?" Todd shouted angrily at the remaining tribal warriors.

Fighting meant death, running away meant death. The eighth man, the ninth man... until the last man, all proved their courage with their lives.

Dozens of pirate corpses lay scattered on the ground, the black soil stained crimson with blood. The knight, like a ferocious god emerging from an ancient wilderness, was covered in bits of flesh and blood. The Claw Clan members avoided the 'Blood Knight' as if fleeing from a demon, and even a child in the crowd let out a faint cry.

Crofts' face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He glared at Todd and said hatefully, "Guardian of Twilight Town! Are you satisfied now? You've won the duel of honor!"

Todd touched the bridge of his nose, a strange look on his face, and shook his head, saying, "Clan leader of Claws, what are you saying? The duel of honor is far from over!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he roared, "What do you mean by this?!"

“Just as I said at the beginning. I demand a duel of honor, with each side sending an equal number of warriors to take turns fighting one-on-one. Either you kill them all, or you die in battle and your comrades avenge you.” Todd stood up from his chair and pointed to everyone in the Twilight Expeditionary Force behind him, including the soldiers, mutants, monks, and even the cooks: “They are all our warriors participating in the duel, a total of 220. The Claw Tribe has only sent 13 so far, and I am still waiting for the next 207 of you!”

Crofts' face turned deathly pale instantly. He finally understood what the other party wanted to do! The chieftain, his hands trembling, grabbed a wooden pillar beside him, barely managing to stay upright, and said to Todd in broken sentences, "207 people? How... how is that possible?! The Claw tribe doesn't have that many warriors at all!"

Todd swept his gaze across the tribal crowd: "Look at these people, sickles, hoes, sticks... Since they chose to take up arms and stand before us, aren't they brave warriors?"

The commander-in-chief withdrew his gaze, staring intently at the pale-faced chieftain, and smiled, pursing his lips: "Besides, speaking of warriors, don't I just happen to have one right here?"