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It was too dangerous. That sinister grin was undoubtedly directed at Mr. Cyclone.

Sonja should be back soon. Just endure a little longer, Mr. Cyclone consoled himself.

"Heh~"

Finally, the first words were spoken, but Mr. Cyclone seemed as if he didn't hear and walked closer to Miss Bunnygirl at the registration area.

Facing away from Bettina, this way he wouldn't have to see her terrifying face, but Mr. Cyclone's back was still sweating.

"Are you here to register?"

"No, I have some questions."

Even though Sonja had mentioned that Mr. Cyclone could register in person, he still had many questions he wanted answers to.

Bettina behind him remained silent, and Mr. Cyclone inquired with Miss Bunnygirl about the details of this Allen Combat Tournament.

Then, Mr. Cyclone understood why they had chosen this carnival-style event.

With a large number of participants and limited time.

In Mr. Cyclone's understanding, King Allen wanted to quickly gather enough forces and launch a swift attack against the demon race.

Recruiting a large number of soldiers would surely catch the attention of the demons. To maximize the surprise attack's effectiveness, everything from assembling the troops to launching the attack had to be done in one go.

On the other hand, if they were to eliminate the weaker participants one by one in a one-on-one fashion, involving tens of thousands of participants, it would take a lot of time and not achieve the result King Allen desired.

Mr. Cyclone watched the participants who had finished registering, each of them holding a card with their own appearance on it.

The carnival games served as testing projects, allowing participants to freely challenge their areas of expertise. As they completed a game, they would earn corresponding points.

This approach not only attracted people to participate but also quickly separated participants with different abilities and naturally collected their personal information.

Finally, based on their scores, they would be swiftly and effectively enticed to join the military.

For the recently prospering city of Allen, this carnival-style Allen Combat Tournament was a perfect move.

After getting a rough understanding of the situation, Bettina suddenly made a move.

She quietly went to a testing project with not many people around, and Mr. Cyclone followed.

This was a game to test strength, with a vertical wooden board reaching twenty meters high. At the bottom was a black buoy, and the buoy rested gently on one side of a seesaw, while the other side was a red, hardened metal plate with a thick but flexible fur attached to it.

"Hmm..."

Mr. Cyclone had seen something similar before. The difficulty level was determined by the weight of the buoy, and it was a game centered around the power of a single strike.

Soon, a challenger holding a card appeared.

A burly man with muscles all over his body showed up, and Miss Bunnygirl nearby immediately shouted.

"As long as you hit the buoy and make it pass the qualifying line fifteen meters above, you'll earn ten points instantly."

The burly man presented his card.

"Challenger, please step forward. Any weapon is allowed except magic~"

As he watched the burly man select a weapon, Mr. Cyclone tried to strike up a conversation with Bettina.

"Oh~ How about it? Will Ms. Bettina take on this challenge?"

Unfortunately, Bettina completely ignored Mr. Cyclone.

It seemed that without Sonja around, this noble elven woman did not speak to anyone.

Finally, the burly man didn't use any weapon and simply threw a punch.

His momentum was overwhelming. Just the act of swinging his fist made Mr. Cyclone feel the pressure of that punch.

However, at the moment of impact, even though there was an explosive sound, the buoy only flew up to a height of fourteen meters.

"Normally, with that kind of strength, it would reach the top at twenty meters. There must be something wrong with the buoy~"

While Mr. Cyclone analyzed the situation, Bettina took a step forward.

"Oh-ho~ The next one is an elven lady~"

Miss Bunnygirl repeated the same words as before, and Bettina continued forward without choosing a weapon. She stood in front of the metal plate and took a deep breath.

At this moment, Mr. Cyclone was pondering. What kind of height could Bettina, whose arms have no muscles, possibly reach? It is said that elves are masters of magic, so it seems she might use some magic to help her.

"Magic is really convenient~" Mr. Cyclone exclaimed inwardly, and then he witnessed a scene beyond his imagination. Bettina shouted loudly, raising her right hand until she tightly gripped the bow behind her.

Then, with a powerful swing, a loud thud resounded throughout the field.

"Hey hey!! Isn't your bow supposed to be used for archery?!!"

"Huh?! How I use this bow seems to be none of your business~"

"Well well~ alright then~ that's very archer-like of you."

Watching the buoy, which had hit the top of the wooden board and got stuck, and listening to Bettina who finally spoke, Mr. Cyclone could only applaud.