However, since he has the ability to do better, Evan is naturally willing to give it his all.

This result was not very friendly to Vilia, and he instantly put on a mask of pain.

His opponent's speed required him to maintain high concentration to catch up, his opponent's strength required him, a power-type fighter, to carefully deflect the force, and the special flames required even more caution.

It's no exaggeration to say that the match against Evan was the one that put him under the most mental pressure.

The battle continued and was not over yet, but those with sufficient strength could see that Vilia was being gradually suppressed and was falling into a disadvantageous position. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

"Old buddy, did you see that? What did I just say? This young man will open your eyes."

In the audience, John gloated to Smith, who was now the highest-ranking administrator of the settlement, and Smith began to doubt his own eyes.

"How is this possible? Why did it turn out like this? Am I dreaming?"

"This is Evan Kyle, a young man who can create miracles time and time again."

Smith's expression made John very proud.

He had gradually gotten used to Evan's extraordinary daily life, but Smith hadn't. John felt quite pleased to see how others were shocked by Evan.

"This is it, this is it, this is what I want to see."

He kept these thoughts to himself, but there was one thing he wanted to ask Smith.

"Buddy, does what you said before about eating the greatsword still stand?"

Smith: ...

"No, John, let's not talk about that. Why do you look so calm?"

Unwilling to answer a question, Smith began to change the subject.

"Oh, I'm used to it now. You understand? I don't drink alcohol anymore, and I don't dare to eat mushrooms."

The Peros people knew the effects of alcohol, so when they had enough grain, they would brew a small amount of alcohol, some of which was used as food rations.

As for mushrooms, they can be cultivated using rotten wood, and they can also add an extra dish to the table. Naturally, they are also cultivated in communities.

"I'm terrified that one day I'll see my forging hammer talking, but I won't know if it's a hallucination or if Evan has given me some new, unusual task."

"This...you've really gone to a lot of trouble."

Smith had already experienced this firsthand during their brief encounter. People like them, who were talented but not significantly different from ordinary people, faced considerable pressure when facing someone like Evan who was practically cheating.

By the time they started talking, the battle was nearing its end.

The intense competition, with every collision requiring all-out effort, resulted in a slight decline in both physical and mental strength.

With this form, Villa has virtually no chance of turning the tide against a well-formed Evan.

"clang……"

As he spun around, the flaming greatsword in his hand was propelled into a sweeping motion, causing Vilia to stagger backward, his feet scraping against the ground and leaving two tracks in his wake.

"The final blow. Our battle should end now."

As Vilia retreated, Evan began to gather his strength, raising his greatsword high and converging the power of his inner fire.

"boom……"

This time, the fiery sword energy was not dispersed by Vilia. He was propelled by this unstoppable force, and at the same time that the flames were exhausted, he collapsed to the ground because his legs were weak.

The outcome is decided.

Evan was not surprised by the result. His final blow was due to his precise control of his power, which left his opponent powerless to resist without causing injury.

Unfortunately, Vilia couldn't hold on for five minutes.