The first order of business was of course archery. Anyone who could hit the center mark 3 times would qualify to the next round.

Only one person could represent the group though. No accidents happened and 155 influences passed the test quite easily. The next one was called jousting.

"Sir, we have spare armors in our store room."

"Would you like us to get one for you?" A respectful warrior asked our bored gamer.

This was an old man and he had an uncanny intuition that told him to be wary of our handsome protagonist.

No one could arrive in this place of murderers alone and stand confident in their midst. But Clark broke this iron truth today.

"Thank you for the offer but I have no need for such precautions." Our good gamer replied honestly. And several minutes later, Clark has made proof of this claim.

"BANG!" An armored man kissed the ground in defeat. Only his horse was saved from any damage whatsoever.

"WINNER BU FANG!"

"Sigh!"

"I miss having a spear all of a sudden." Clark murmured as he looked at the lance on his hands with fond memories.

A breath later, he dismounted from his horse and carefully passed the lance unto a servant. This servant was of course given to him by the Koris King.

"NEXT!" The matches continued but since there were 155 competitors, one candidate was chosen to fill in this empty slot from the house of Gao.

The Gao family was the strongest influence of Koris under the Mu clan. The result was of course familiar. The Gao representatives won both their jousting matches.

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"Next! Single armed combat!" A warrior announced. There were 78 participants left at this time.

"Are you sure that you're not going to use any weapon, Sir Bu Fang?" The same respectful warrior became the pseudo second in command towards our avid gamer.

This smart man was given by the king of Koris which reflected how Mu Guanyu treated every guest with respect.

More so our bored gamer who appeared to belong from outside the Kingdom of Koris.

"I don't need any wooden swords to beat anyone." Clark continued to be honest in his reply. This was a harvest festival and so it was absurd to see death today.

Thus, this competition was a lot more refined than the barbaric shade of real life. And Clark has once more kept his words.

"BOOM!" A man in an iron coat could not take a single punch from him at all. His poor opponent slept at the height of day.

* * *

At 39 influences left, a huge skirmish was left for the finale.

"This will be the last part of the harvest festival! Good luck to all of you!" A warrior shouted which signaled the start of the melee.

"KILL THEM ALL!"

"CHARGE!"

"FOR THE WIN!" Almost 40,000 men roared to create chaos in the battlefield. Some wore steel caps and armors while others preferred only linen and cloth tunic.

What was crucial was that everyone was only allowed to fight using their fists.

They were all hard and able soldiers and so they would not die that easily after only receiving a few kicks and punches.

The king's men were of course ready at the sides to pull out any invalid combatants in the field.

"HEY! Don't take him yet! I'm not finished killing that pig yet!"

An angry warrior scolded the king's men and horses but alas, he only ran his mouth off but did not take any stupid actions thereafter.

One should know that these rescue teams were fully armed to the teeth while this angry warrior had nothing but his fists alone.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The fight continued for 30 minutes but there were still thousands left on site.

"This would take all day." Our bored gamer shook his head in disapproval.

No one dared to approach him anymore since all that tried were given some hours of concussion in their wake.

"I should help them decide the victor." Clark said since he was getting tired of how slow the process was.

"BANG!" He ran to the nearest active participant and tapped his nape gently. The consequence for this simple action was quite impressive though.

The unfortunate man fell face down on the ground. Hard. This unlucky target did not move again for some time.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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Clark repeated these actions time and time again. He did not cheat but only used the maximum speed of what a mortal can bring.

Alas, the same could not be said to his gentle touches though.

He always went for the head to minimize the injuries that these warriors would get but a simple tap was more than enough to put everyone out of commission.

He was the dancer of death in the battlefield and his way of fighting was an art itself. There was no pause in his motions at all!

"Who in the devil's ass is this man?" Someone from the thousands of audience could not help but comment at this time.

"..." Nobody had the time to answer him since the majority were stunned dumb on the spot.

"THUD!" The last body fell that further emphasized the silence in the field.

From start to finish, our bored gamer only took less than 5 minutes to stand above a sea of sleeping barbarians.

Clark looked around him and witnessed the wide gaping mouths of his audience. It was obvious to tell that they had never seen anything like this in their lives before.

Even the most ruthless person in the scene who was the king himself could not help but gaze at this dominant performance in great disbelief. Mu Guanyu found out that his mouth was as dry as sand.

"Hrrrrmmm.." The king cleared his throat and did what he does best.

"Announce the winner!" Mu Guanyu yelled in a big strong voice.

"Congratulations to Sir Bu Fang!"

"You have won this Harvest Festival!"

"And the right to marry Princess Mu Ningxue!" A warrior announced and a deafening applause rang thereafter.