The crowd was surprised as well, seeing how one of their stronger disciples was humiliated so easily.

Even Tyr was discouraged.

‘Yeah… it really doesn’t seem possible. On top of that, maybe this hand has some special ability to match another person’s power or something. Similar to that punching Aura Crystal that Malon was practicing with on the ship over to this continent.’

Tyr looked at the floating arm. It was made of cloth and seemingly sand. However, it was also twitching.

When it defeated the young monk, Tyr could even see striations in the forearm muscles of the arm.

Out of pure curiosity, Tyr mused: ‘Scan…’

To his surprise, something actually popped up.

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name:

Mechan Teer

Age:

32 Years

Power Level:

210

Rank:

Expert

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

‘Huh? Wait a second… why am I able to scan a thing that’s not alive?’

It obviously didn’t take long for Tyr to get his answer to this question.

His head moved from left to right. ‘Scan…’ He used his Scan on every damn person he could find throughout the entire tent.

‘Someone must be controlling this thing.’

Sure enough, another guy came up with the same name and status as the arm.

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name:

Mechan Teer

Age:

32 Years

Power Level:

210

Rank:

Expert

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

As though using a metal detector, Tyr quickly tracked down who it was.

The name ‘Mechan Teer’ belonged to a small guy that was sitting on a barrel in the very corner of the marquee.

He seemed to be nodding off right now, fully asleep.

Tyr looked back at the stage.

As Tyr continued to think, his eyes suddenly locked with the merchant.

“Oh? You seem to have determined eyes, young man!” the merchant exclaimed, looking at the eyes of Tyr, which looked serious.

“Huh?” Tyr exclaimed, confused.

The merchant grinned.

‘Hah! Perfect… another meathead buffoon who looks strong but really just too cowardly to act. This will make my competition look even more significant.’

“Come on up! Show us what all those muscles are for! I know you want to speak up! Don’t worry, I will do it for you. Come on now, take a shot at the arm!”

At that moment, a series of thoughts aligned in Tyr’s brain. His eyes expanded slightly, as a smirk began to appear on his face.

‘This guy… it’s all clear now. I don’t know what it is, but there’s some sort of scam going on here. I can feel it. Why would this guy be lying and saying that this arm is some sort of new tech when it’s just some dude’s ability? However, even if I don’t understand that, simply knowing what I do is enough.’

“Sure! Count me in,” Tyr exclaimed, warranting a surprised and amused reaction from the crowd.

The merchant smirked.

‘Come… come, you fool! As long as you are a living, breathing mortal who isn’t above the Grandmaster Rank, no one can overcome Mechan’s ability to infuse the strength of his entire body into a single arm.’

“But first!” Tyr paused, capturing the attention of the crowd.

As a hush fell over the people and the merchant—Tyr facing the ground with his face shadowed in a dramatic manner—the young man finally acted:

He raised his hand and showed his pinky finger. “I will need to piss,” Tyr said confidently as he stared at the ground with a smirk on his face and his eyes closed.

After a second or so of silence, a few in the crowd burst into laughter. Most, however, were just silent at this random message.

Even the merchant was a bit thrown off. “What? Okay… come back after you piss, then…”

Tyr nodded, turning and walking away.

A few more seconds of awkward silence later, the merchant continued his rants, and the crowd quickly regained their excitement.

Tyr, on the other hand, walked toward the exit, a proud look on his face.

‘Great… I played that off innocently… I think.’

He blended into the crowd, slithering his way over to Mechan.

He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. As soon as he did this, Mechan gasped loudly and awoke from his slumber.

‘Hypnosis,’ Tyr said, instantly overpowering the man before he could do anything.

“Allow me to beat you in an arm wrestling match,” Tyr muttered under his breath, the man nodding without hesitation before falling back asleep.

Tyr speed-walked his way over to the stage, acting as nonchalant as possible.

‘Shit… I hope he will stay hypnotized long enough. I gave him quite the complicated order compared to what I have done in the past.’

He snuck his way back through the crowd and hopped onto the stage abruptly.

“Oh! You’re back!” the merchant shouted with a chuckle. “That was a quick piss!” he said with a mixture of awe, surprise, and confusion.

“I have blessed genetics,” Tyr brushed past that, placing his hand on the arm wrestling pad and facing the arm in front of him. “Let’s get this started!”

As Tyr said this, the crowd erupted into a cheer once again.

The merchant was slightly thrown off by all of this. It gave him a slightly ominous feeling, but seeing as how the crowd was loving it, he decided to continue playing along.

‘Thankfully… crowd work is my specialty,’ the merchant exclaimed inwardly. “So be it! Begin in… 3…2…1… go!”

Tyr immediately transformed into his Polaris Tiger form to make sure he had a good chance even if his Hypnosis wore off.

However, he noticed that the arm wasn’t pushing back against him at all.

He had a slight sigh of relief wash through him.

In that split second where no hand moved either way, the merchant suddenly felt his heart sink into his stomach.

His eyes darted over to Mechan, who was in the corner.

‘He’s still asleep… so why!? Is this brat this strong!?’

The crowd was also very impressed, since they hadn’t seen the machine struggle at all up until now.

Tyr put on a face that made him seem like he was struggling slightly, before gripping the hand tightly and slamming it down into the pad.

A grin stretched across his face.

“Haha! I won!” he lifted his hand in the air.

The crowd cheered as the merchant’s face turned pale with shock.

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