The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

However, even in such a situation, Dennis maintained his glare on O'Neal, the American enemy.

"Ah!"

Dennis stood up once more, gritting his teeth. One of his legs was broken, trembling greatly.

"Haha, you're done for. Your bones should be broken i n several places. What now? Still refusing to

admit defeat?"

O'Neal laughed while looking at Dennis. "You're quite amazing to be able to stand with such severe

injuries. The 10 people before you weren't at such a level. They had long admitted defeat while lying on

the ground!”

Having said that, O’Neal paused for a moment before continuing, "Unfortunately, their admission of

defeat and begging for mercy fell on deaf ears for I have sworn that as long as I stand, I will kill all who

come with dissent!"

"Son of a b*tch!"

"Animal!"

Quite a number of people were outraged.

"What’s wrong? You bystanders find this unacceptable? Come sign the consent form and fight me in

the arena! I'll grant your wish!"

O'Neal arrogantly opened his arms with his head held high, filled with confidence. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"I-I-I’ll kill you..."

Dennis gritted his teeth as he endured the gutwrenching pain from his leg and rushed at O'Neal in

strides.

His leg was already swollen like crazy.

"Dennis!"

The female manager's tears flowed like a stream. He was truly someone with a soldier's spirit!

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"

Seeing his opponent approaching, O'Neal leaped into the air and sent a kick right at Dennis' chest.

"Pfft!"

Even if Dennis' body was tough, he could not hold it any longer. He was sent flying backward as he

spat out a mouthful of blood. He then lay on the floor, unable to move.

The corners of his mouth were covered with blood. His fists were clenched tightly, unwilling to accept

the outcome, but there was nothing else that he could do.

"Winnie, I’m sorry that I can't accompany you any longer. For the country, I must fight!"

Dennis muttered softly. It seemed that he was unable t o let go of his love, Winnie Clark.

"Let me send you on your final journey!"

O'Neal cracked his neck and started walking toward Dennis.

"Stop it. He’s already in that condition. Can’t you just spare his life?"

"O’Neal, you should consider your actions. He's our marshal. Aren’t you afraid of the higher ups coming

after you if you kill him?"

"That’s right, he's not an average Joe. He's our marshal!"

Quite a few rich kids felt moved. Dennis' spirit, his determination to kill the enemy, and his resolve to

put everything on the line shook them to the core.

"Hahaha, what about it? He’s the one who signed the consent form. Since he’s here, he should be

prepared t o die!"

O’Neal laughed out loud.

"Is that so? Then you should be prepared to die too!"

Right then, a clear voice caused the entire scene to quiet down.

"Who's that?"

"It's that kid!"

Very soon, someone realized who was talking.

"It's that guy, Fane!"

Ken and Neil exchanged glances with a confused look in their eyes. 'Is that guy for real?' "Honey, I'm

going in!"

Fane looked at Selena beside him before walking straight to the arena.

"W-w-wonderful!”

Dennis struggled to turn around and look at Fane. His eyes were filled with tears of joy.

He had never expected the strongest person in Cathysia, the one and only Supreme Warrior, to

appear!