The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



After dealing with this person, he would immediately head to where Fane was and get rid of Fane himself.

With that in mind, Chris walked forward and said, "You can either do it yourself, or I'll help you. I don't have much time, so hurry up and make your choice. Don't waste my time."

Blade widened his eyes as a complicated look appeared on his face. He was filled with anger, hatred, and reluctance. When Chris said all of that, the disdain on his face was obvious.

In Chris' eyes, he was just an ant that could be killed off at any moment. It felt horrible being in that position. Blade was an assassin, and he was far behind Chris in

status.

The assassin clan he was a part of was a force that hid in the darkness of White March Continent. They were not a clan that could operate in the light. Hence, when he registered himself, he merely registered himself as a wandering warrior.

Facing Chris, who was from a high-grade clan, he felt like he was lacking in comparison. However, it did not mean that he would allow his honor to be insulted by Chris like that nor would he kill himself so easily.

Blade's lips twitched as anger and hatred burned in his eyes. He clenched his teeth as he shouted at Chris, "I'll admit that my skills are no match for yours, but don't think that you'll be able to deal with me so effortlessly if I'm putting my life on the line. Even if I die, I'll make you pay the price!"

After he said that, Blade bit the tip ofText © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

his tongue, and his power erupted. He started to burn through his essence as his skin glowed blood red. He looked like air had been injected into him. Even his skin was slowly expanding, looking like it could explode at any moment.

Burning his blood essence was equal to burning his own life. He would improve his skills temporarily. It was something that would only be done when he was determined to put his life on the line. It meant that he wanted to die together with Chris!

Even if he won, he would lose a lot of his life because he had already burned his blood essence. Even if he survived, he would not live long! Chris frowned slowly, coldly snorting as he said in disdain, "Do you think you'll be able to face me just by burning your blood essence? You think too highly of yourself. You're just an ant in front of me regardless. I can kill you at any moment!

"However, since you've done it, I'll play around with you for a bit. I'll let you know how big the difference is between us!"

As he said that, Chris took out a silver blade from his storage ring. The blade had a faint glow to it. Under the sunlight, it reflected a chilling glow.

Chris laughed before he said, "This

sword is called the Frozen Star Sword. It's something my grandfather personally crafted and gave me. In all these years, it's gone through thick and thin with me, and I've never lost! The Frozen Star Sword has slain countless geniuses. You should be grateful you're going to be killed by it!" Those words infuriated Blade once again. Chris actually said that he should be grateful. Blade was so furious his hands trembled. He wanted nothing more than to explode right now and drag Chris down with him!

The situation was completely shown on the massive scroll. The warriors at the viewing area all had their eyes widened as they looked at it with excitement.

It was the fifty-third slaughter gambit. They did not expect the first battle to involve the favorite, Chris!