The officer complied, turned, and fetched two battle blades from the side of the field,

casually tossing one to Blazing Paradise. Before Blazing Paradise could even draw his blade, the officer was already charging forward.

Blazing Paradise had long detested this officer, and in his determination to join the Fighter Corps, he couldn't afford to hold back.

Without drawing the blade from its sheath, he swung the battle blade in its scabbard through the air to block the officer's attack,

then with a reverse hand, he slapped the flat of the blade against the officer's head!

A muffled thud echoed as the domineering officer was knocked to the ground, apparently unconscious.

The hundred or so rookies surrounding the scene were all stunned, and two other officers rushed over.

Blazing Paradise had already decided to go all out and stood in the ring as if nothing had happened.

"Interesting, isn't it?" one of the officers said.

"Not bad," the barbarian officer replied to his companion, then raised his voice a bit, "You there, the troublemaker, come here."

It took Blazing Paradise a while to realize that "troublemaker" referred to him, so he walked over, looking rather foolish.

Wanderer first heard the barbarian officer say, "I'll take him." and then he witnessed Blazing Paradise being thrown into the air in a bizarre posture,

only to crash back down to the ground with a heavy thud—raising a cloud of dust.

"And you over there, what's your name?" the replacement officer shouted, visibly annoyed,

"Don't you train for the officer to see, or are you waiting to eat shit?"

Feeling wronged after being scolded, Wanderer pouted and picked up his one-handed sword, standing opposite the officer.

"Damn it!" the officer charged forward with his battle blade, spewing obscenities, "I'll beat you to a pulp, you spineless wimp."

In terms of raw strength, a one-handed sword couldn't match a battle blade, but Wanderer's agility more than made up for it.

He swiftly moved around the officer, causing the officer's swings to miss their mark, leaving him panting with frustration...

The two officers from the Fighter Corps watched with an amused gaze as Wanderer toyed with his officer.

Finally, Wanderer did something that brought satisfaction to all the rookies.

The officer, whose strikes kept missing, was exhausted to the point where he could barely hold his blade,

and he collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud, drooling...

"Who claims this troublemaker?" the barbarian officer asked his companion after watching Wanderer's archery skills.

"He's all yours," his companion replied with a smile, "He'd wear me out."

"Alright." The barbarian officer nodded at Wanderer, "Come here."

Wanderer walked over with joy, his face unguardedly showing the delight of having his wish fulfilled.

"Alright, you like to mess with officers, don't you?"

The barbarian officer grinned at him, and Wanderer felt a sudden heaviness in his chest as his body was sent flying into the air.

In mid-air, he faintly heard three words, "I'll take him." Then he crashed down beside Blazing Paradise and passed out.