The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



The crowd was abnormally hyped, "Oh my gosh! I thought that the first person to find Fane would be Chris, who hates Fane to the core. I can't believe it's Luther. Luther was clearly far away from Fane, so how did he find Fane so quickly? Did he leave a mark on Fane?"

"Do you really need to question that? Of course, he did. I can't believe his target is Fane! The two of them did not have any feud when they were in the waiting area."

"Even if nothing happened between them, Fane's still an opponent. Don't forget, nine people will die in this slaughter gambit. One dead person means one less opponent. They left their marks in order to clear out all the weaker warriors before they fought the ones at their level!"

In the isolated space, Luther looked at Fane with a smile. He did not look like he was looking at an enemy, but an old friend.

Fane raised an eyebrow. He was a little surprised that Luther was there. Luther laughed and said, "Are you wondering how I found you so quickly? It's nothing strange. I just left a mark on your body. You were the closest to where I was, so I came to deal with you first!"

Fane smiled, not saying anything. Luther expected that Fane would react that way.

"You're just like I thought, a pure madman. I won't bother trying to argue with you, but let me tell you something. To stop the others from coming, you should clear the other marks on you for now."

Fane had already noticed those marks since his soul was incredibly strong. Yet, he did not bother clearing them immediately.

He wanted the others to find him quickly. He did not want to just stay idle. Those marks gave the others a chance to find him, which was a chance for him to find them as well.

However, since someone was

already there, he would naturally

need to clear those marks in case a whole group appeared. It would be harder for him to go against multiple opponents.

Fane nodded at Luther. His hands constantly moved as he formed seal after seal, clearing the marks in front of Fane. Luther raised an eyebrow, surprised that Fane listened to him.

With how Fane was, Luther would not have been surprised if Fane had done anything other than listening. After all, Fane was a complete madman. Yet, Fane had actually listened to him so obediently, clearing the marks in front of him. Luther frowned as various thoughts surfaced in his mind. However, he quickly discarded those thoughts. It was pointless to try to understand a madman like that. He should just take everything in his stride!

While Fane was clearing the marks left by the others, Chris was already fighting. As an assassin, Blade's speed and movement were top-notch. At that moment, he had ignited his blood essence, using up his life force. His skills had improved by several times. His teeth were clenched as he glared right at Chris.

At that moment, he had discarded

his life. He only had one thought in mind. Even if he died, he would drag Chris down with him. Even if he couldn't he would heavily injure Chris and make Chris pay the price! NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He pulled out his weapon. With a chakram in hand, he shot forward at an amazing speed. He turned into an afterimage as he rushed at Chris.