Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Although their basic swordsmanship skill levels are the same as Delock's, in reality, one is at the bottom of Lv.1 while the other is at the peak of Lv.1, and they are not comparable.

After practicing chopping for a while, another hour passed, and the sky had become a bit gloomy.

The cemetery appeared as a dark expanse against the backdrop of the sunset.

The setting sun, piercing through the bare branches, made Roy close his eyes.

"It's almost four o'clock," he estimated the time.

At this moment, a commotion erupted from the training crowd, and Roy could tell they were very excited.

"What's going on? Is someone causing trouble?"

Gerald felt he had improved in practice and was in a great mood, so he explained to Roy:

"This is a rule of our organization: at any time during training, everyone present can challenge the top ten masters, and the winner will take their place."

"By the way, in addition to using wooden swords, the top ten masters also receive a monthly opportunity to be mentored by Perland mercenaries."

"Training for mercenaries?"

"That's right, the Perland mercenary not only surpasses Delock in basic swordsmanship, but also far exceeds it in skill. That is—"

Gerard swung his wooden sword.

"Sword skills!"

His eyes were burning: "If a mercenary takes a liking to you, even if you can't become his disciple, it would be good to learn a move or two of swordsmanship."

"Sword skills..." Roy pondered for a moment. For a sword apprentice, this was indeed a great temptation.

"Hehe." Gerald said with great interest, "Let's go see which daring young man dares to challenge the authority of the top ten masters."

As he said "Make way," the crowd automatically parted, making way for him. Roy followed behind him, experiencing the advantages of being one of the top ten masters.

It seems that he can command the boys here to a certain extent.

"Wow, it's Karazhan?" Gerald smiled as he saw the scene.

This Karazhan is the one with the bloodline of the giant boar, and among everyone present, his strength attribute is the highest, reaching 3.6.

The muscles bulging beneath the cloth robe made Roy's heart pound with fear.

"Three times the strength of an adult farmer, is this the advantage that bloodline brings?" Roy sighed to himself.

He currently only has a power level of 1.0, making him feel overwhelmed by the prospect of Karazhan. However, if he could utilize the Lord's grace within the church, he would be able to catch up quickly.

"Although Karazhan is ranked sixth among the top ten fighters, he is actually much stronger than that," Gerald speculated. "His strength should be comparable to mine, only his swordsmanship is slightly inferior. That challenger has really bitten off more than he can chew."

Listening to Gerald's earnest analysis, Roy resisted the urge to put a red nose on him and looked at the slender challenger.

"Ah ha." He had somewhat lost the desire to watch the game.

【? ? ? 】

[Race: 99.2% Human, 0.8% Unknown Bloodline]

[Attributes: Strength 1.0, Constitution 1.0, Spirit 0.4, Magic Power 0.1]

【技能：基础剑术Lv.1(63/100)，农业Lv.1(3/100)】

……

This person is slightly weaker than Gerald in terms of attributes, but slightly better than Roy, and is worlds apart from Karazhan.

"Here you go, Melanda!" Drock tossed his wooden sword to the challenger. "Get used to it first, so you won't find it difficult to use later."

Melanda glanced at Delock, casually twirled her sword, and appeared quite skilled at it.

Roy thought to himself, "This guy must have used a sword quite a few times."

"Strange, Melanda, you can use a sword?" Drock asked in surprise.

“My father was a warrior, but he was shot in the knee with an arrow. He had a rusty sword, but he wouldn’t let me take it out to use,” Melanda explained.

"Oh, warrior." Drock knew that those who practiced breathing techniques to condense the seed of life were called knights, while ordinary people who grew through physical training were called warriors. Although they were weaker than knights, they were still enough to earn his respect.

"Melanda, please convey my sincerest respects to your father."

"I will. But..." Melanda raised her sword with both hands, ready for battle, "Let me defeat this guy first."

Just as the two were performing the knightly duel ceremony, Roy suddenly wondered why no one was challenging Gerald to a duel.

He was the second, and also the weaker one, so he should have been an easy target.

Melanda, however, had his eye on Karazhan, one of the stronger ones.

"Gerald...has no one ever challenged you?" Roy asked.

"Who knows?" Gerald spread his hands. "Maybe they saw that I was too strong and lost their will to fight."

Without a doubt, that's impossible.

and……

Roy stared at the two men who were on high alert.

Won't Gerrard realize from the matches that his ranking is actually undeserved?

Roy suppressed his doubts and turned his attention back to the field.

Soon, this duel gave him the answer.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The sound of wooden swords clashing rang out every two seconds, sounding intense, but the situation was completely different from what Roy had imagined.

It wasn't that Karazhan's power overwhelmed Melanda and knocked his sword away.

The actual battle was incredibly boring.

The two simply stood there, one slashing and the other parrying, then the other stepped forward to counterattack, only to be blocked again, resulting in a stalemate.

Anyone with eyes can see that Karazhan is stronger, but only to a limited extent, which can be compensated for by swordsmanship.

Therefore, many people are cheering for Melanda, hoping that he can make a comeback and defeat Karazhan.

They fantasized that Melanda could achieve the feat of defeating the top ten masters.

This battle situation did not match the data Roy was seeing.

"Karazhan, they didn't use their full strength, no, not even half of their strength." If Roy didn't have True Sight, he might have really thought that this was their true strength with just his naked eyes.

Gerrard, standing beside him, and the other teenagers watching the game were all misled by this illusion.

"Melanda is quite good, managing to hold his own against Karazhan for so long, but in the end, Karazhan should still win," Gerald commented.

The outcome of the battle was as he had predicted.

In the protracted struggle, Melanda was unable to gain any advantage through his swordsmanship. Instead, his stamina was exhausted first, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Ultimately, this created a huge opening, which Karazhan seized upon, exploiting it to send the wooden sword flying.

"Damn it!" Melanda, who fell backward to the ground, slammed her fist on the ground in frustration.

The boys watching the game also sighed and came over to comfort Melanda.

"Melanda, you played brilliantly!"

"Karazhan was so close to losing!"

"You've shown me Karazhan's strength; I'll try challenging him next time!"

The young men were filled with excitement. Even though the battle wasn't particularly thrilling and was just a back-and-forth exchange of attacks and defenses, they still felt that this was the real sword fight!

This is a true knight!

Karazhan stepped forward and helped Melanda up.

"You're very strong; I almost lost."

Melanda paused for a moment, then replied with a bright smile, "You're actually quite nice. But next time, I'll definitely win!"

At this moment, Roy had a sudden realization about Karazhan's intention in suppressing his strength.

If he had easily defeated Melanda, the passion of these teenagers wouldn't have been ignited like this. Only a battle of equal strength can successfully inspire their fighting spirit and give them the motivation to continue training.

If the difference in strength is too great, the organization will likely lose many members.

"It's really ingenious to use this method to motivate others." He had a feeling that this method must have been devised by the merchant's son, Delock.