The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



However, the death rate never truly dissuaded many challengers. Most of them still felt the urge to fight for 150 million spirit crystals.

The three of them had gone to figure out the rules upon their arrival, but they had not been able to witness how strong the three different fighters

were.

Lourain raised an eyebrow and said, "Fane, do you think I'd be able to defeat the silver-armored fighters? I get that I won't be able to beat the golden- armored fighter, but I can try the silver-armored fighter..."

He trusted in Fane's evaluation, having witnessed his true skills ever since the Seven Deaths Array. When they were in the Capture Hall, everything Fane said proved that he was not a braggart or put himself on a pedestal. He was grounded in reality, and someone of that nature would typically be accurate in their judgment.

Fane raised an eyebrow before he looked at Lourain.

Lourain seemed to be looking at him with an intense look as if trying to prove something or gain his approval on whatever it was in his mind. However, Fane would normally never lie unless the circumstances required it.

He shook his head decisively, saying calmly, "You might not even pass the steel-armored fighters, let alone the silver-armored ones. The seventh room has only one steel-armored fighter, so you may win there, but you might falter in the sixth room because there are two in there. With your skills, you'll probably be able to deal with one of them if you do your best."

As for the rest, there was no need for Fane to elaborate; Marth and Lourain knew what he meant.

A glint of displeasure flashed in Lourain's eyes upon hearing this evaluation, deeming himself not as bad as Fane thought. Of course, he would have cursed anyone else if they gave such an evaluation, but this was Fane.

No matter how unhappy he was about it, he had to come to terms with it.

Was he that weak, though? Would he only be able to get through the seventh room and would lose in the sixth room? That just made him feel so weak!

Marth sighed, not saying anything.

Lourain was slightly stronger than he was, and if Lourain could barely get past the seventh room, Marth had no reason to entertain the possibility of faring any better

Recalling how greedy he was, it felt like a joke. It did look like he was suicidal, no?

"It's started! Who do you think will survive this time?" exclaimed a tall warrior.

The warrior next to him was looking

et

at the challenger in the middle. "I think Zelter will be fine! He's quite strong even among the stronger warriors. He might not be at the top

thirty, but he should still be inthe top fifty."

Fane did not really bother with that. After all, the top fifty meant nothing to him-he could defeat them in one blow.

However, it was different for Lourain and Marth.

After all, they could not even be considered above average. The top fifty was a lofty position in their eyes. Just a random match like that had someone so capable in it.

There were tens of thousands of warriors that were considered above average. To be in the top fifty among all of them meant that this person was definitely strong.

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shocked, someone said, "I think Looney will do well! I've seen him fight, and he always seems to have something more up his sleeve. No one knows how strong he actually is. This time, he won't hold back for sure. Otherwise, I doubt he'd be able to win!"