Its already been two weeks since Ythnan left the academy. His now standing right now in a line to register at the adventurers guild.
"T-tyson Fralyle, 3rd Rank magic warrior. Y-you can proceed to the test." The female staff said, while taking a glance at Ythnan, with eyes full of lust.
In the past two weeks, Ythnan change his appearance. His formerly long hair is been shortly cut, his white skin is now tanned, and his previously weak looking body, is now a bit bulkier, making him a bit sexy.
But even though his appearance has change, his magic prowess, and his strength is still the same, except for his skills in martial arts that change a bit because of his larger build.
When Ythnan reach the stage, he saw two men fighting. The young one is hardly beaten, his face is almost unrecognizable because of the blood and swelling on his skin, while the other one is an long bearded old man who looks on his forties that hardly unscathed.
Amaze, Ythnan sit on a nearly sit. His gaze is focused on the stage that he hardly blinks.
When his still living in the castle, he rarely see people whose fighting using martial arts. Martial arts is some kind of a taboo among the aristocrat's because of it's ruthless, and viciousness. However, Ythnan is different. He knows that in this unfair world where the strong eats the weak, only those who don't underestimate the other can possibly live.
After a few exchange, the young man use his spear like a blade to hack the old man. it's like a slashing blade falling to the heaven that can slice the earth in two.
Ythnan, slightly grin. He already knows that the young man will lose because of this.
The old man step forward, he block the spear by holding it in the body. "Spear is for piercing, not for slashing idiot!" the old man warned, then he pull the spear towards him, grabbing the young man along to it. Using the momentum, the old man quickly kick the young man, making the young man fly a few meters outside the ring.
The old man look at the young man disappointedly. "Use a saber next time kid." He hint, then some of the staff walk towards the young man to help the young man walk.
After the young man left, He readied himself and shout; "WHO'S NEXT?" He shout, making some of the people who's taking the test, fear.
"Marcus Travilir! Please proceed!" One of the staff shout. Near where Ythnan sit. A bear looking man with a huge body, stand on his sit. He then jump right on the ring, flexing his strength to the people who's watching.
"Marcus Travilir, please choose a weapon." One of the staff said, then the staff present a bunch of weapons to the bear looking guy whose name is Marcus.
Marcus looks at the weapons present to him, then he mumble something. "Scraps." he mumble, then after a while he grab a large hammer making Ythnan chuckle on his sit.
The old man looks at Marcus with a doubt. "Are you sure you're gonna use that young man?" The old man ask. Marcus swing the hammer in the air, bragging to the people whose watching his strength.
"Why? Are you getting scared getting smash by this, old geezer? Don't worry, I'm just gonna make sure you will crawl out of the ring later!" Marcus threaten. The old man just sigh after hearing Marcus babble.
"Begin!" One of the staff shout.
After hearing this, Marcus quickly rush to the old man like a raging bull, on the other hand, the old man makes a stance waiting for Marcus to get near to attack.
When the old man is at range of the hammer, Marcus gather his strength on his right arm lifting the hammer like how the wood workers wield an axe, smashing the old man like a beast.
However, It's easily parried.
[Iron Skin; Iron Palm!]
The old man's hand turn to black. The old man who's waiting on Marcus to attack, swing his hand in exact 180 degrees slapping the head of Marcus hammer, completely parrying it. Then after that, he swing his right leg hitting Marcus knees, causing Marcus to lose his balance, and fall on his knees.
The old man sigh deep. "...You're balance is weak young man. Go, and trained your legs. Maybe in the next three months you can pass the test. NEXT!!!" Then, that's that. Their fight is been finish in just blink.
Marcus who's lying on the field grit his teeth, his eyes gaze at the old man sharply.
Then after a minute, After Marcus left, the one who challenge next the old man is a guy who looks skilled in daggers. However, just like how Marcus match ended, their match also ended quickly after some few exchange.
Then after an hour, only 3 people out of nine manage to pass the test, making the others feel hopeless.
"Tyson Fralyle! Please proceed!" One of the staff call.
Ythnan who's waiting there for an hour, finally stand on his sit, and walk down to the field.