The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

Fane pursed his lips, answering calmly, "Of course I think I can win. Just because I'm here doesn't mean I'll lose."

This response silenced all three men instantly. They looked at Fane speechlessly, feeling like they were talking to a wall.

All they were speaking were reasons and facts, yet Fane refused to listen. The three of them sighed helplessly as they decisively gave up on talking to Fane about this.

They felt like Fane would probably never listen to them. There was only half a day left in the end. The competition was about to end, and Fane would clearly see that he was useless without them needing to explain anything.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The three of them shook their heads silently as they turned and started to talk about other things.

As time passed, more people started to come out of the barriers, with most of them visibly despondent. Only some looked happy as if they were confident in their results.

The time finally came for the last two hours.

At that moment, out of the 30 barriers around the furnaces, 27 had already dispersed. Only three alchemists remained inside, still persevering. The three of them were the three leaders of the competition: Emilio from Chaos Continent, Ethan from White Marsh Continent, and Nash from Hestia Continent.

The three of them seemed to be intent on fighting to the last moment, not willing to admit defeat.

Another half an hour passed, and Nash's barrier finally dispersed, his figure revealed to the other participants. His expression, however, was worth noting.

His face was slightly pale. With a sigh, the Purple Sun Pill in his hand was swallowed.

Just like the others, after the Purple Sun Pill was swallowed by the jade tube, it was absorbed into the green glow in the air. He started at the ceiling for a very long time, no one knew what he thought.

After a while, he turned and walked toward where Hestia's alchemists had gathered. At that moment, everyone had taken out their mats and sat on the floor.

Compared to the inner city, everyone was more packed. There was not much space around them, and Nash had been the latest to arrive. He placed his mat on the front. His expression, though seemingly

troubled, was not at all dark.

In fact, it was like he was rather confident with himself, though he was not full of himself.

Another alchemist from Scarlet Pavilion started to chat to Nash in a lowered voice. The two of them mumbled to each other for a long time before they stopped.

Fane merely sat at the back of the group quietly the whole time. He could not be bothered to talk to the rest of them and merely closed his eyes and rested until Nash walked out of the barrier.

When he saw Nash's expression, Fane knew that Nash was not that satisfied with himself. His expression would be far different if he was.

Just as Fane wondered if Nash managed to achieve his refinement goal, Nash turned to look at Fane.

Their gazes met, and neither one turned back.

Fane could clearly feel how sharp Nash's gaze was, but he merely raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

Nash snorted lightly, saying, "Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me. You're still the same. How long can you keep acting nonchalant?" Fane's lips twitched, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Nash was like an annoying fly that he could not chase away, that at any given time, he would spout nonsense whenever he could.