The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Ethan's face reddened in anger, finding himself at a loss for words. What Fane said had been the truth. What happened during the tournament felt like it had only happened a day ago. No matter what he said, the truth was more convincing.

All Ethan could do was wallow in his rage. After all, he had no way to shoot back at Fane. He felt like even his heart was beginning to hurt as the lust to kill Fane rose in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Fane. He only had one thought in mind at that moment, which was that he wanted the match to start as soon as possible. He was in a hurry to kill Fane.

An hour was not too long. When there were only 10 minutes left, the spectators all stood up and headed to the betting area.

Of the warriors that were betting, almost three-quarters of them placed their bets on Ethan. A quarter of the warriors betted on Fane.

Rudy merely stood quietly by the side and observed. When the last person placed a 500000 bet on Ethan, the match was finally starting.

Rudy looked up at the stage. Since there was no space in the spectator stands, they were forced to stay in the betting area outside, tiptoeing to look at the stage. The view, while it was barely anything, allowed them to see the stage.

One of the disciples from the Pentagram Clan coldly stared at Rudy's back, thinking about what Rudy had said earlier. He was full of anger, incredibly unhappy with Rudy and Fane.

Though the match was about to start, he did not forget to mock Rudy. "The truth beats anything you can say. The crowd knows what they're looking at. To Ethan, Fane's an ant that can be easily squashed at will.

"Let me give you some advice. The higher you put your hopes up, the more disappointed you'll be. Don't be too disappointed when Fane is on his knees begging for mercy later."

Rudy, upon hearing that, turned to look at that person coldly. "Truth be told, I have something to say to all of you as well. The higher your hopes, the more disappointed you'll be f don't know how sharp their eyes are, but know that all of you are

cretins!"

It was like the tension between them completely ignited with this exchange. The disciples of the Pentagram Clan all reddened in anger as they started to hurl various insults at Rudy.

"Who are you calling cretins? The two of you are the idiots here, but you're still so pompous! I have no idea how you're this full of yourself!"

"I wonder if the two of them even have brains. They're probably filled with dog poop!"

Rudy's lips twitched, suddenly regretting what he said. After all, they outnumbered him greatly, and he could not possibly defend himself on his own.

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too long since the battle was starting. Ethan narrowed his eyes as he stared at Fane in hatred. He cracked his knuckles, looking like he was about to start a slaughter.

He took out a silver sword from his storage space. "You probably don't know what kind of technique I'm using. Since you're going to die today, I'll satisfy your curiosity. It's an act of mercy for you.

"Listen here: I'm using a lower Earth-rank technique, the Pentagram Sword Style."

As he said that, he deliberately raised his voice as well, making sure that all the warriors there could hear him.

Fane pursed his lips helplessly, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Why did Ethen seem more foolish by the minute?