The first person to get onto the stage was someone quite unfamiliar to Ezekiel. This made sense, he had barely made an effort to socialize once he got admitted after all.
Why would he, a reincarnator with the mental age of about 40 years old, bother to reduce his brain cells just to chat with the highly arrogant bunch that believed themselves to be the main character simply because they had managed to get admitted into the institute?
Judging by the robe the male wore, it was obvious that he was a Mage. He staggered onto the stage, looking as though he hadn't gotten proper sleep and food for a while now.
His opponent, on the other hand, couldn't look any more fit. A young Brawler donned in full armor that dazzled the eyes of many that focused on it. They couldn't see the multiple runes or formations drawn on it but anyone could tell that the armor was quite useful. Well as useful as armors could be to an E rank Brawler.
