The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



"Zelter and Looney should be equal. Well! This should be an interesting one, and Widde ain't too bad either. Maybe all of them will get the rewards."

That person's thoughts gained the approval of some of the spectators. The three participants were not too far apart in skill and were among the upper echelons, even among above-average warriors. They were different from ignorant fools who had been blinded by greed; these men were confident in their skills. They felt like they would be able to win, and that the three of them would get out at the same time.

Just as everyone was talking about it, the transfer array finally activated. All three of their bodies started to blur before they disappeared in front of everyone, having been sent to an isolated space and would be facing their challenges in the seven rooms.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone felt like those three would be different from the challengers from before and would survive all challenges. Their chances of winning should be at 70 or 80 percent.

When their figures appeared in the scrolls, it meant that the challenge had started. The three of them would either die or succeed by the end of it all.

Meanwhile, everyone watched with hawk-like eyes. This time, Fane's group was not lucky enough to find empty seats with all the seats in the spectator stands occupied.

Everyone stared keenly at the scrolls and the images coming from the scrolls. No one had gotten up to leave their seats, so Fane, Lourain, and Marth had to stand and watch. This did not bother Fane, of course.

In truth, Fane never really cared if he was standing or sitting. There were only those who really wanted to show off that would insist on wanting to sit, just like Percy from before. The warriors from the Star Continent even ordered the other warriors to stand.

Fane had already changed his looks at that moment. Even though his name had been spread, his face was yet to be revealed. On top of that, he always maintained a low profile. No one knew that he was Fane, who was hated by the Star Continent.

The warrior called Zelter

immediately entered the seventh room the moment he was sent over. Every rooth had a corridor between them if they did not enter the room, they would not be attacked by the fighters.

The fighters were all formed with an array and did not have individual thoughts. They would only attack following specific orders, but they were still not to be underestimated.

The others did not enter the rooms right after being sent over and instead composed themselves, gearing up for a fight. From that alone, it was obvious that Zelter was more confident than the other two.

It was either that, or Zelter was very impulsive.

Marth sighed. "Those with skills are different, alright. If it was me, I

would've spent ten minutes in the corridor to make sure I'm in the best state possible before I enter the room to challenge it. Otherwise, I'd be too scared."

Marth was speaking the truth, and most of the warriors there would have done the same thing. If he was a challenger, he would have chosen to compose himself before he fought.

Lourain pursed his lips and said, "I

don't get people like you, but it's annoying Can't you compose yourself Before the array activates? You were standing on the array for so long. Even though the spectators can be annoying, you don't have to listen.

"Can't you take that time to compose yourself? Why would you have to wait until you're inside to do it? That kind of attitude will cause you to lose out on opportunities."

Hearing that, Marth's face reddened in frustration. The two of them had never gotten along as they had different personalities and different ways of dealing with things.

Lourian believed people like Marth would never be able to amount to anything. They were too apprehensive for their own good!