The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



When the odds were announced, the warriors in the spectator stands thought nothing of it, but Ethan was the first to blow up. He turned to look at the caretaker. He almost went up and snatched the scroll from the caretaker's hands.

Why were his odds one to four? Fane's odds were half of his. Higher odds meant that the caretakers did not think you were as strong as the other side. That was why the odds were pulled up to attract other warriors to bet on you.

That was to even up the bets between the two of them. Ethan got frustrated just thinking about it.

Before they got on the stage, Fane had coldly mocked him quite a bit, so Fane was obviously pleased.

Ethan's face reddened as he said to the caretaker, "That's not fair! Lord caretaker, please look at it again. How could you have my odds so high against this guy? Do you think my skills are worse than his?

"How are my skills not at his level? I'm an alchemist from the Pentagram Clan of White Marsh Continent. Even if I'm an alchemist, I didn't completely abandon combat! He's just a wandering warrior without any background!"

He did not dare to be too harsh with his words. He tried to hold back and did his best to reason with the caretaker.

The skull-masked caretaker did not show any emotion at those words. He stiffly and coldly turned to look at Ethan. Feeling the caretaker's cold gaze, Ethan pursed his lips, suddenly regretting what he said.

At that moment, the caretaker said, "The odds are set by the caretakers. We have our own rules to follow, and you have no right to interfere. If you continue questioning the caretakers, you will be punished by the middle city's rules!"Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Hearing that, Ethan shuddered. Even an idiot knew that the punishment was being struck by lightning immediately which would result in one getting burnt alive.

There was nothing he could do against that. Ethan completely stopped questioning everything.

The caretaker pointed at the betting

area,' The betting area has opened. Those who want to place any bets can go there. The rules are the same. You have an hour to make

your choice. After an hour, the

match will start!"

After saying that, the caretaker walked off the stage. The warriors on the stands had already placed a lot of bets and had accumulated quite a lot of experience.

After the announcement, no one stood up and went to the betting area immediately. They continued to make their observations on the stands of the two alchemists on the stage.

"Even though I hate alchemists, I have to say that they're starting to look better after I have heard those odds!"

"The odds are incredibly high. In the few matches before, the odds have shifted around one point something to two points something. The two of them are at two and four. With odds that are so high, there should be a lot of itchy hands!" "I've decided to bet anyway. I happen to have a million left on me! If I get it right, I'll either double or quadruple my spirit crystals!"

"Stop talking about the odds for now. Let's hurry out and figure out who will win."

"Does anyone know either of them? I heard Ethan say that he's from the Pentagram Clan of White Marsh Continent. Does anyone know him enough to explain to everyone what his skill levels are at?"