The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

This greatly worried Arne's fellow disciples behind him. After looking at Arne for a long time, they noticed that Arne did not seem to hear anything anyone was saying at all, no matter how loud the shouts got.

One of them said with concern, "Arne, are you alright? Well, the kid just got lucky, I bet. Even if it's hard to get lucky three times in a row, it doesn't mean it's impossible.

"I just think that this guy only managed to win three in a row purely out of luck, but it doesn't prove that he's strong at all. Yeah, that's right-he's just lucky. We've already told our fellow disciples about him anyway. As long as the chance arises, we won't let him live!"

After hearing that, Arne's stiffened face finally moved. After a long time, Arne slowly spoke in a raspy voice, "You're right, luck was just on his side! That's how he won three in a row..."

Arne was already at the stage where he would never accept the truth, even if it was right in front of him. Even if luck could only play a small part in winning three matches in a row, Arne still felt the same way.

At that moment, he heard a cold laugh next to him. Arne looked up and saw Fane in gray robes, straightening his body as a hint of mockery could be seen in Fane's cold gaze.

Arne's lips twitched as he shouted, "What are you looking at me for?!"

Fane was exasperated by actions like these, but after everything that Arne had done, he would never let Arne off easily. Even if they could not attack at that moment, he would be fine as long as he could get Arne to be angrier, more unbridled.

Fane laughed coldly before saying, "You said that something was wrong with my head, but I think you should look at yourself in the mirror. I've won three in a row and got a black iron medal, but you're still adamant that it's just because my luck is good like a stubborn mule! If there's nothing wrong with your head, then you must just be a complete idiot!"

Arne's face darkened as he shouted, "What did you say?! Who are you calling an idiot?!"

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Arne was so angry he was about to spit out blood. He abruptly stood up as he glared at Fane in anger, "You-"

"You should just shut your mouth," Fane interjected curtly. "Have you even told the truth at all?"

Arne loudly said, "What have I ever said that's untrue?!"

Fane snorted. "Have you forgotten what you said? You said that I only started the black iron bet because I love being the center of attention and showing off. Do you think that all that is true?"

Arne's lips twitched. He did say that, but it was far less convincing at that moment. Yet, Arne refused to

submit. "What I said is still true. You only started the black iron bet to stand out!"

After hearing that, Fane could not stop himself from laughing. Even the warriors around them were laughing as well.

Arne's words were far too hilarious. Fane had already proven everything with his skills. There was no need for any more explanations.