So how strong is this guy in front of me?

Without strength, one cannot convince others, and Resarit knows this, so his swordsmanship is not comparable to that of ordinary people. After all, he is a noble, and swordsmanship must be part of his most basic education.

Walls also saw what his subordinates were thinking. Even if Walls didn't think about it carefully, he knew what he should do.

He turned his gaze to Jack. When this guy saw Walls's gaze, he lowered his head quickly like a mouse seeing a cat. He knew what Walls wanted to do.

Last time, he asked himself to compete with Mathilde in order to let Mathilde gain prestige in the team. The effect was indeed good. But now he asked himself to do it again. Isn't this obviously bullying himself?

Since Jack didn't want to do it, Walls naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him. He certainly wouldn't let Aileyon play. Aileyon had fought side by side with him many times, and his strength had also improved to a certain extent. Moreover, in the minds of this team, Aileyon was the number two person. If he played, it would be difficult for Resarit to win, so Aileyon was naturally excluded by Walls.

Jenkins and James, one is an archer and the other is a doctor, they don't know how to fight in close combat at all.

So now there's only one person left.

"Matilde, come out for a moment." Wals had no choice but to call the female warrior out.

Mathilde knew what her captain was going to do. Just like Jack did, he wanted to help Resarit establish his prestige. She still remembered Walls' previous help, but she would not let him down in the battle. She would go all out. As for whether Resarit could win, that was his business.

Resarit was holding a long wooden stick tightly. Standing in front of him was Mathilde. Looking at the woman in front of him, Resarit knew that her strength must be extraordinary. There was a fearlessness in her eyes.

A bit of a tricky guy.

Resarit said this about her, but he was not afraid.

At first, Mathilde kept staring at him, and Resarit also stared at Mathilde, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Finally, Mathilde's eyes flashed with murderous intent and she took the first step.

Mathilde also had the same long stick in her hand. She first swept her stick horizontally from the side. When Mathilde's eyes flashed with murderous light, Resarit had already seen Mathilde's attack route.

He raised his long stick and placed it on his right side. The movement was extremely smooth and his speed was very fast, which enabled him to easily block Mathilde's attack.

Mathilde also knew that it was impossible to kill this guy with just one blow, so she was not surprised that Resarit blocked the attack.

Mathilde kicked out her feet. If this series of attacks were made on an ordinary person, he would definitely be hit and fall to the ground.

But Resarit was not an ordinary person. He kicked out his foot before Mathilde. When the two feet collided, Resarit had the upper hand. His foot was more powerful, which caused Mathilde's foot to be kicked away. Not only that, an unspeakable pain surged into Mathilde's brain.

"Madam, I think we should not fight anymore." Resarit was a noble after all, and was reluctant to hit a woman, although Mathilde was not an ordinary woman.

"Yes, yes! How can a grown man like you fight with a woman? Come, let me be your opponent." A strange voice came from the audience.

Who is it? Mathilde looked outside the field, searching for the guy who spoke.

A strange face appeared in front of Mathilde at this time.

His face is not very handsome, but it still can't hide the masculinity that emanates from him.

This is a mature man with a small beard and a shaved head. He is dressed very simply and does not seem to be very picky about his clothes. But he is very clean and tidy. At this time, he has a short sword hanging on his waist.

Seeing that he was carrying a weapon, Mathilde knew that this guy was an extraordinary person.

"Sir, who are you?" Wals asked curiously. He was very confused as to why this guy wanted to interrupt the competition. Did he think a man was beating a woman and wanted to stop it? Wals looked at Mathilde in the middle of the field. Her strong figure didn't look like this at all.

"I am a mercenary. Are you guys competing?" the man asked Walls. Instinctively, he thought Walls was the captain of this team.

Maybe Walls was born to be a leader, he is always regarded as the captain.

"Yes, sir, we are having a competition, please don't interrupt it." Wales and his companions were at the back of the tavern. Once the mercenaries in the tavern came out and turned around a few times, they could see what Wales's troops were doing.

"Hello sir, my name is Firth. I feel it is unfair when I see a man competing with a woman. This is not the style of a noble." Firth's words made Resarit feel ashamed. He was a noble and he had to maintain his noble style.

Walls also knew that it was indeed not good to compete with a woman, but no one in the team would think that Mathilde was a standard woman.

She is very powerful, isn't she? Even an ordinary man would be afraid of her.

So when Walls asked Mathilde and Resarit to compete, he didn't think too much about it, and no one else thought too much about it.

Even the newcomer, Resarit, knew that this woman had strengths that most men did not possess.

Maybe, in Firth's opinion, no matter what kind of woman she is, she is still a woman, and a man should not bully a woman.

Even though Resarit couldn't bully Mathilde at all.

"Sir, judging from your tone and dress, are you a nobleman?" Wales asked at this time.

"Yes, I won't hide anything. I am a nobleman, and I am also the deputy leader of the Fitcher Mercenary Group." He turned his gaze to Wals. "I see, sir, you are also a nobleman."

"Yes, I am a fallen noble, my name is Walls."

"Oh, you are Mr. Walls! I've heard of you. The Knight of Cold Wind has a lot of praise for you. He said you are an upright young man. It is rare to find young people with such integrity nowadays." It seems that Firth is well-informed.

He went on to say, "In fact, if Finn gets out and about more often, he'll find that there are actually many upright young people, and there are quite a few in our mercenary group." When he said this, a hint of confidence emerged on his face, and it seemed that he was very confident in the talents in his team.

"Well, it seems that you, sir, are also an upright person."

"No, I dare not say that I am an upright person. After all, what I did was not very glorious. They all said that the money I earned was stained with blood. I am a mercenary, and the work I usually do is not escorting caravans or something like that. I help the king fight wars."

When Firth said this, you could tell from his eyes that he was lost in memories. It seemed that he had experienced a lot when he was a mercenary.

"Having said so much, the competition still needs to continue." Mathilde didn't want the fight to end like this.

"No, stop it, all of you go back." Walls stopped the competition.

Although Mathilde didn't want to end the competition like this, she still threw away the weapon in her hand because of what Wals said. And Resarit had already thrown away the wooden stick in his hand. He didn't want people to see him competing with a woman.

When everyone saw that there was no hope for this competition, they all went back to do their own things.

"Wait, ma'am!" When Firth saw Mathilde was about to leave, he immediately stopped her.

Everyone nearby looked at Fursi with suspicion. What was he going to do?

"What's the matter?" Mathilde said coldly. She didn't want to waste time talking to this guy.

"You have strong fighting ability. I think you can join our mercenary group." Firth didn't mind at all that Walls was around, and just wanted to poach Mathilde directly.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Mathilde rejected him directly.

"Ma'am, don't make a decision so quickly. I haven't finished speaking yet." Firth looked confident, as if if he waited for him to speak, Mathilde would join their team.

"Oh? Okay, but my patience is not very long, so go on." Mathilde seemed to be a little interested.

"Our Fitcher Mercenary Group is planning to do something big soon, haven't you heard the news?

King Yarogerk has hired our mercenary group, and I believe I don't need to say much about the use of our mercenary group. Although people rarely mention this matter, you must have heard that the Kingdom of Vaegir is about to go to war with the Kingdom of Swadia, and we are the mercenaries hired by King Yarogerk, and we will march into Swadia with his vassals. "

After hearing this, Walls understood Firth's capital. A mercenary group that could be hired by the king must have strong combat effectiveness. Moreover, everyone can see that the Kingdom of Vaegir will definitely win. After all, including the Rhodok Kingdom in the south, there are a total of three countries' troops. Can't the coalition forces of these three countries defeat Swadia?

Whoever goes to the battlefield now will have the opportunity to gain a large amount of wealth.