The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



"I heard that this guy doesn't have a notable background either. How strange is that? Does he have something unique that's backing him up?" "Even if he did, he'd need the talent in the first place. It looks like he's hiding quite a few secrets. It's a pity there are so many rules here. Even if I wanted to investigate this, I wouldn't be able to."

Fane did not care what the spectators were talking about, but it did not mean that he did not know either. It was understandable how he would invite a lot of interest with all the extraordinary things about him.

However, they were in the middle city.

Even if they were keen, there was nothing they could do. They would only get the

chance after he left, but he was no fool either. He would never give them the chance to do as they wanted.

At that moment, Fane switched his focus on Ethan again. Under Fane's control, Ethan's pain slowly diminished, but it did not mean that the power that was rotting Ethan's soul was already depleted. It was just decreasing the speed of the rot.

Slowly, Ethan regained some of his sanity. He opened his eyes and looked at Fane weakly. When he saw Fane's face clearly, the hatred in his heart soared.

However, he quickly realized that he was a goner, and the fear of death filled his body.

He did not want to die. He still had a beautiful future ahead of him!

As an incredibly talented alchemist, he would become an eighth-grade alchemist if he lived. He even had a shot at becoming a ninth-grade alchemist. If that happened, even the leader of the Pentagram Clan would treat him respectfully!

No one would dare to look down on him, and many would kneel before him!

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he lamented his deadly fate. The fear he felt sent chills down his spine, causing him to shiver.

Looking at him, Fane laughed and said," Are you horrified? I'm sure this doesn't feel good. I'll be honest with you: Even if you beg me, I won't grant you mercy."

That was what Ethan had threatened Fane with before the battle, and Fane merely made him taste his medicine.

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when he heard that. Fear and anger mixed together, and Ethan spat out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest as he looked at Fane with a complicated expression. "Who are you?! Tell me who you are!"

Fane raised an eyebrow, scoffing, "Why are you asking that? Don't you know who I am?"

"You're not an alchemist, I know it!

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You're not Fane... You're someone else in disguise! There's no way Fane is this strong. He's an alchemist, but you're not!" Ethan spat out even more blood as he shuddered and spoke, clutching his chest.

Fane was speechless. Ethan would rather claim that he was someone else in disguise than admit that he was better!

Fane raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you unable to accept that I'm better than you at everything? That's the truth. I'm better than you in every way.

"Didn't you laugh at me and think

that I was just giving up my life

when I started the death match with you? All this while, you were the clown impatiently jumping this demise!"

Fane's words pierced through Ethan's thoughts.

Ethan's eyes widened completely as the color drained from his face. He looked like he was a ghost that just crawled out of hell.