Due to the underlying fear, most of the rookies were hesitant and reluctant to truly engage in combat with their officers.

However, the officers fought with full force, showing no signs of holding back.

"Hmm, can you see it?" Wanderer skillfully bent his waist and knees, hiding the lower half of his face behind Blazing Paradise's shoulder,

and whispered, "The officers also want to go to the Fighter Corps..."

"I see, but I don't care about that. I won't go easy on them this time," Blazing Paradise replied in the same hushed manner,

"What officers? They're just low-ranking non-commissioned officers, vulgar, narrow-minded, and filthy.

They're not even as good as the country squires. Your father is far more noble than them."

"My father never wronged you."

"Your father has cursed at me too."

"What did he call you?"

"Umm... a pig."

As they were speaking, the officer came rushing towards them.

"You, and you," the officer pointed at Blazing Paradise and Wanderer with his finger, "step forward!"

The two men stepped out, and the officer first had Blazing Paradise fight against an elite rookie from another team using a spear.

Blazing Paradise quickly dispatched his opponent, and then the number of opponents increased to two, three, four.

When he knocked out the last elite rookie's front tooth with the wooden spearhead,

the officer called a halt and personally stood in front of the slightly panting Blazing Paradise with a spear in hand.

"Really underhanded..." Wanderer fretted inwardly.

The officer from the Fighter Corps, who had been standing and observing their team of rookies, smiled,

then turned his head and called out towards the distance, "Anemia, come here."

A barbarian officer in casual attire approached from afar.

He was relatively tall, and his figure was slender for a barbarian, but the most distinctive feature was his face,

which lacked any hint of blood color, replaced instead by a chilling paleness.

He approached his comrade, offering a slight nod as a greeting, completely ignoring the "rookie officer" who was trying to ingratiate himself.

"This one here, took down ten," the companion said to the barbarian, referring to the one with the spear.

It seemed as though these officers from the Fighter Corps were not ones for idle chatter.