The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



The moment that was said, Chad said in a trembling voice, "It's Quinton! Fane, look! My elder disciple has been surrounded! Please, help him!"

Many people were on the battlefield, and it was hard to tell them apart. A few people were at the fringes of the battle as well. Comparatively, they were more split up, and it was a battle between teams. Teams from second-grade worlds would face similar teams of warriors from third-grade worlds. The closest battle to Fane and his companions was about 100 meters away from them.

Chad immediately spotted his familiar fellow disciples. Quinton led his disciples and was fighting a small team from a second-grade world in an intense fight.

Quinton's side was on the losing end, alas. They had been surrounded by a team of eight. Chad could tell that their opponents planned on finishing them all-no survivors allowed.

Chad panicked at that. Quinton was responsible and did his role as the top disciple, protecting all the injured disciples. He himself fared no better, with all the wounds on his body, but he merely gritted his teeth and stood his ground.

Quinton knew that they were no match for their opponents; they were far too inferior skill-wise. Even if they had two or three more people, the outcome would not change whatsoever.

The leader of the team from the second-grade worlds was called Brian Delly, who hailed from a holy grade clan. He was highly ranked among chosen disciples and felt like Quinton was beneath his notice.

Quinton clutched his chest as he tightly held his weapon in his other hand. He had bloodshot eyes as he protected his fellow disciples, planning on fighting back until the end.

Brian laughed as he looked at them in disdain. "You're planning on fighting until the end? Do you think you can drag us down with you? Forget about it. You think you're worthy?

"All you're worth is being tortured by our hands. Even though we can't get your Heartblood if we kill you like that, it doesn't matter. We'll get what we need. I still have plenty of chances to kill your other

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Quinton and the others were furious when they heard this. Kane, who was behind Quinton, shouted, "Let's fight them to the end, Quinton! L don't care about anything else. don't even care if I die. I want to make them pay!"

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somewhere else anyway!"

Quinton frowned, helpless at how fearless his fellow disciples were acting. He did not want them to die here, but there did not seem to be any other possibility at that moment.

Quinton gritted his teeth and shouted, "You're right. Very well! Let's fight! We have to drag them down, even if we die!"

Brian and the others sneered at those words. In their eyes, the warriors from third-grade worlds were not even worthy of touching them.

They would not give those warriors any chance to fight back.

They and these third-grade warriors were nowhere at the same level. As long as the second-grade world warriors were quick, warriors from third- grade worlds would not even last a few seconds!