The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

Looking at Fane's straightened back, Trevor suddenly felt like he was incredibly weak. Even an alchemist who was a wandering warrior was more confident than he was. He was too focused on worrying about everything. He did not look like a chosen disciple from an eighthgrade clan at all.

Thinking about that, he puffed up his chest and started to radiate confidence. It was like he had suddenly turned into the strongest chosen disciple of the Pentagram Clan. However, his confidence did not last long.

When the two of them entered the waiting area, Trevor immediately saw Chris. His confident expression froze. The worry, pain, and fear that he had suppressed suddenly resurfaced!

Chris was actually participating as well. Chris would be going into an isolated space with him and fighting it out in a battle royale?

They were both warriors from White Marsh Continent, so he naturally knew who Chris was. The Purple Cloud Pavilion was even stronger than the Pentagram Clan, and Chris ranked in third place among their chosen disciples.

He was barely in the top ten of chosen disciples from the Pentagram Clan. Comparatively, it was obvious which one of them was weaker. He knew better than anyone.

Trevor's lips trembled as words surfaced in his mind. Why? Why did he have to encounter Chris?! Even if Trevor was confident in himself, it was not blind confidence.

Trevor's face paled as fear rose in his heart, almost swallowing him up Compared to that, Fane was emotionless. When they arrived at the waiting area, he chose one of the empty seats and happened to sit beside Chris.

Chris frowned as he appraised Fane. No one had dared to sit next to him. After all, his skills were plain for everyone to see. The others had subconsciously avoided sitting next to him.

Chris had thought that the seat next to him would have been left for the last person. That person would not be able to choose and would be forced to sit next to him, feeling the immense power he gave out.

He never expected that this unknown warrior from Hestia Continent would sit next to him, ignoring his aura!

Disciples from high-grade clans were all incredibly particular about their dignity. Fane's actions made Chris incredibly unhappy.

He snorted before saying, "Two

more volunteers to die. How could someone like you dare to participate in the slaughter gambit? It looks like you're either sick of living, or you daydream too much!"

Fane frowned, glancing at Chris. He did not expect that Chris would start causing trouble right as he sat down before he even said anything.

The look Chris had shot him earlier had been full of disdain and contempt, which made Fane feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Fane coldly looked at Chris, "Who do you think you are? Why do you care who participates in the slaughter gambit? Chris choked at those

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around them all looked over

opening their eyes from their rest.

Someone actually talked back to Chris?

He was even a warrior from Hestia Continent. Looking at his attire, he was definitely no one special. Fane's clothes were the cheapest among the nine of them.

Other than Fane and Trevor, the other participants were looking at Fane strangely. They felt like Fane was too ignorant to know fear, which was why Fane dared to talk back to Chris so harshly.