"Grim Reaper Examiner!"

"Donat!"

The whispers rang out again, but this time no one dared to cheer. So Debo heard it very clearly.

Fude walked up to Donat with an anxious look on his face, blocking Dipo behind him, as if to say something: "Lord Donat, please ......"

"Referee Fude, please don't do anything superfluous. Just do your duty. There are no problems on both sides of the game, right? The man named Donat looked visibly displeased, and his eyes suddenly converged on Fude. It was as if he was looking at a dead man, and the whole sentence was spoken very slowly, and every word was incomparably clear.

Dibo had never seen such a piercing gaze, even if he just saw the afterglow, he was terrified, but retreating under such a gaze was inevitable.

Fude didn't say anything more, secretly stepped aside, raised his hand to show that there was no problem between the two sides, and then withdrew. For the man who had only been with him for one night, Depo knew that he had done everything he could, so he didn't ask for anything more.

The light blue high-level enchantment was instantly formed like an inverted bowl, enclosing the two of them, including the platform of more than fifty square meters, in the nearly 100 square meters of the center of the arena, becoming the focus of hundreds of thousands of eyes present.

"I'm sure you've heard that. However, as a mercy for the dead, I still have to tell you my name - I am Donat, the current first mercenary of the Empire, and the mercenary code name is Wind Thunder. But at times like these, others prefer to call me the Grim Reaper. Donat was very gentlemanly and bowed, but there was no respect for Dipo in his words, full of contempt, and before Dipo could react, he straightened up and pointed to the weapon rack next to him: "Choose your weapon." ”

Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Dipo was very puzzled. He's not a cadet at all, he's not the right age, why can he compete? And letting the opponent choose a weapon is a situation that he didn't encounter in a day yesterday.

Originally, according to the rules of the competition, in order to take care of students who specialize in different majors, weapons can be selected in the competition, but in order to ensure fairness, one party proposes to use weapons first, and the opponent must also use weapons after agreeing. Moreover, the weapons used can only be the standard weapons of the Imperial troops displayed on the weapon racks on the field.

One of Dibo's opponents yesterday was a warrior who was a user of the Great Axe, and he also chose his own weapon. But today, the man in front of him, who was known as the Grim Reaper, had empty hands and thin civilian clothes, and he didn't look like he could hide any weapons, so he asked Dipo, who was his opponent, to choose a weapon first. And he let himself choose the weapon while he didn't have the slightest appearance of using the weapon. Dipo frowned slightly, not knowing whether to accept this unfair offer to the other party.

"Take it, silly boy, maybe you'll survive!"

"What are you hesitating about the Grim Reaper!"

"Take it, maybe you'll live a little longer."

A few bold people in the audience shouted a few words to the audience, and similar words continued one after another. Of course, there was a lot of laughter, and they didn't think well of Dipo, who felt that he must be full of fear and timidity now.

All kinds of noises filled his ears, and Donat looked at himself with a playful face, which made Dibo really a little confused, and his mood became chaotic.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fude, who also looked anxious on the sidelines. Turning his head to look at the two of them, they looked at Fude and nodded, no need for more instructions, Dipo understood what the other party meant, he was the only acquaintance here, and encouraged Dipo's heart to calm down.

He slowly walked over to the weapon rack and chose his own weapon—just like yesterday's axe-wielding warrior, Dipo chose the sword. After all, in addition to empty-handed combat, the adoptive father taught him combat skills, only swordsmanship. (End of Chapter 17)