The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Marco's actions were practically just asking for trouble. Fane let out a laugh, going along with Marco, "I do look down on you. The caretakers placed our odds so close together. It means that even the caretakers think that you're nothing special.

"My odds were at seven point five, while yours were at seven point one. There's only a difference of four decimal point, but you speak as if there's a massive gulf between us. Is there anything wrong with me saying you're bragging?"

Marco felt like he was about to explode from anger, "Stop using the odds, they don't mean anything! The fact that our odds are close is just a reflection of the caretakers' thoughts!

"The caretakers merely use their surface level impressions to determine the odds. They don't know the difference between us at all. Even the warriors in the viewing area know more than the caretakers. Just pull any of the warriors from the viewing area over. They'll be able to tell you who's stronger between the two of us! They'd be even more accurate than the caretakers!"

Marco's words had been heard by all of the warriors in the viewing area via the massive scroll. All of those warriors had complicated expressions on their faces when they heard that.

Some of the warriors lamented, "We naturally know how the two of you compare. We are clearer than the caretakers as to who is stronger, it's just that it's completely different from what you think!"

"If Marco knew about the truth, he would definitely be filled with regret. Honestly, I agree with Marco's words but in a different sentiment that the odds the caretakers set really are a bit off.

"They're underselling Fane. If I was the one to determine the odds, I'd give Fane the lowest. Even one point one percent odds would be too high!

A man in blue robes looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped. The man beside him looked over and said, "I know you're close to Marco. Do you think he'll be able to beat Fane?"

As the man said that, he seemed to have a mocking look on his face.

It was no longer a question of whether or not Marco could win, but how long Marco could survive against Fane.

The blue-robed man's face darkened, knowing that he was being mocked. He snorted, not saying anything. When it was obvious that the blue-robed man would not answer, the man lost interest.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

After that, with a serious tone, he asked, "Do you have any hopes for Marco? You have to answer me. If you don't, I'll keep asking questions and annoy you to death!"

The man was adamant that he wanted to chat with the blue-robed man. Even if the blue-robed man was not willing, it seemed like he had no choice.

He was forced to say, "All I want to say to him right now is for him to shut up!"

He really was quite close to Marco.

The two of them knew each other since they were young. They were friends who had gone through many things together. He was naturally worried now that Marco was in danger.

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After witnessing Fane's skills, the blue-robed man could already see how things would end for Marco. He had thought that Fane would not trouble Marco so much since they did not have any conflicts between them, and would give Março a quick death.

Yet, something seriously went wrong with Marco's head. Marco seemed insistent on offending Fane, trying his best to show Fane how much better he was than Fane Marco seemed to have successfully angered Fane.