The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Marth scoffed and said, "You talk as if you're so amazing. That's not being apprehensive; it's called being careful!

"You're right that sometimes, people like me do miss out on opportunities, but we're far more likely to survive. People like you who only know how to charge recklessly often die while they're looking for opportunities. What's the point of rushing in if you can't even survive? Is becoming a skeleton your final goal?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Marth seemed to be much better at arguing, and Lourain's face reddened in anger. His hands started to tremble, and he wanted to grab Marth by the collar. However, he did not dare to do anything in front of Fane, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Enough with your crap! It's not like people like me can't be careful, but it's just that people like you're careful when you don't need to be at all. People like you are just cowards!"

Fane frowned as he sighed. If this continued, the two of them would be quarreling for half an hour and annoy him. Fane decided to stop it. "The two of you should be paying attention to the challengers now. What's the point of arguing? Will you be able to improve? Will you gain any treasures?"

The moment he said that, Marth and Lourain's eyes widened as they fell silent, staring at the scrolls once more.

At that moment, Zelter had entered the seventh room. It was quite large, comparable to the size of the stage in the Capture Hall.

He frowned as he looked at the steel-armored fighter 30 meters away from him. The fighter's armor was full of red flashing runes. When Zelter entered the room, the fighter's cold eyes glowed red and stared right at him.

The steel-armored fighter pulled up its sword and adopted a fighting stance. Naturally, Zelter did not slow down for a moment as he held his crimson sword. Red-colored energy flowed around the sword, and Zelter narrowed his eyes and prepared to fight as well.

Even though there was only one steel-armored fighter in front of him, he did not dare to underestimate it at all. After all, he had only seen others fighting them before and had never done it himself. He didnot

know how strong they were:

He would be facing a lot of them after this one. If he was not careful, he might end up getting injured. Before he faced the golden-armored fighter, he could not allow himself to be hurt. He needed to be in a perfect state!

Seeing that, discussions started to be heard as everyone stared at Zelter in the scroll.

Lourain sighed. "If only I had Zelter's skills... Fifteen pieces of purple gold! If I had fifteen pieces of purple gold, I'd never suffer again."

Alas, it was only just a dream.

At that moment, Zelter shouted out in the isolated space, and countless red seals started to flow in the air, filling the whole room with noise. It was so loud that the sound was picked up and rang in the Killing Hall.

Everyone clearly heard the violent sounds of birds chirping. It felt like it contained immense killing intent like it wanted to kill everything.

Someone who knew the technique

raised his voice to explain, "This is Zelter's Phoenix Cry technique! I

don't know what level it's at, but itet

shouldn't be that low. It should at least be at the lower ultimate-god rank. After all, Zelter is quite strong among the above-average warriors."