Fwoosh! Thud!

“Keugh!”

A man knelt helplessly after being hit in the stomach and sides in quick succession. He was dressed in thin, coarse leather armor.

“Keugh! Keu…”

The man coughed repeatedly before eventually raising his head, drool dripping down his mouth. A young man bowed politely towards the coughing man before turning around. He was dressed in a blue uniform embroidered with the symbol of a dragon.

“Mercenary of Shylon, Otto, out in eight!”

A red flag was raised along with a solemn voice. The beaten man slowly raised himself up and limped away helplessly. Hundreds of eyes gazed at his back with ridicule and sympathy.

“What on earth did he expect with such meager skills…”

“I think eight exchanges is pretty good… I wonder if I can hold on longer.”

“Even so, it’s only the first round, right?”

The men muttered in low voices. They were here to take the test to become guards for the new transportation company which was jointly created by Karl Mandy and Dos Giovanni.

Thud! Tatata!

Meanwhile, similar scenes were playing out everywhere as test takers faced off against the swordsmen in uniform. The participants were holding wooden weapons weighed down with several black...