The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



There were so many warriors in the viewing area, and an unending flow of warriors came over from afar as well. Fane trusted in the allure of the slaughter gambit. There would always be those that are not afraid to die, feeling like they would be able to be the final victor.

Not only would they get a bronze medal, but they would also get an amazing treasure and the admiration of the crowd! Yet, they were struggling to find the last person to register. Fane sighed helplessly, not knowing how long he would need to wait.

As Fane said, there was finally some movement on that massive scroll. The last name appeared. It was another warrior from the Chaos Continent! That person was called Marko. He looked incredibly average. He was dressed somewhat well. At least, his clothes were worth several times more than Fanes.

When the person entered, the nine participants all sighed in relief.

Someone was finally there. They did not need to waste any more time. After Marko entered the waiting area, the ten participants were finally all gathered. The caretaker, who had been hidden the whole time, arrived in front of the array.

He wore a skeleton mask, as usual, not allowing anyone to see his actual looks. He announced in a cold tone, "The fifty-third slaughter gambit shall begin! The odds will be announced immediately. The same rules apply. One person is only allowed to bet on one participant! The bets are limited to half a million to two million spiritExclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

crystals!"

After saying that, the caretaker pointed at the massive scroll. A golden light shot out of the caretaker's finger, piercing into the scroll. The scroll started to glow golden.

Behind everyone's name, the odds appeared. At that moment, even the participants stood up to look at the scroll with widened eyes.

Quite a few of them started to read out the odds, "Chris from White Marsh Continent, one to one point seven, Edward from Chaos Continent, one to two point nine, David from Chaos Continent, one to three point five..."

Fane looked up at his odds and pursed his lips in shock. This time, his odds were

even higher than the last. It was already at one to seven point five. It was obvious how low the caretakers regarded him.

If the odds were low, it would mean that the caretakers thought he had a higher chance of winning. The higher odds meant that the caretakers did not regard him highly.

Fane let out a laugh before he looked away. To Fane, the odds did not mean that he was being underestimated. Instead, it was an amazing chance. The slaughter gambit's upper limit was so high. He could bet two million in one go. Two million was no longer a number that Fane could not afford. It was not even a large sum for Rudy!

It was not a lot to bet, but once he won, it would be a small fortune. He would make over ten million in one go.

Ten million was already worth the entire fortune of a chosen disciple from a seventh -grade clan! Even Fane was incredibly excited! At that moment, a thought flashed in Fane's mind. Danger equal opportunity!

"How are my odds so high?!" Trevor said unhappily.

Fane looked at the scroll and was slightly shocked at Trevor's odds. Trevor's odds were definitely high. They were only a bit lower than his at six points eight.

It was obvious from that that the caretakers did not regard Trevor highly either. Trevor's lips twitched, "One to six point eight... What kind of odds are these?! Do they think before setting the odds?"

Trevor felt like he had been underestimated and instilled! Fane's odds were seven point five, while his were six point eight. He was only zero point seven away from an alchemist. There was no way Trevor could accept that.

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