The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



The moment he said that, the fat man started his attack. He formed multiple mud-colored seals that danced in the air. Crackling could be heard around him, and the seals formed a layer of a brown glow above him. Right after that, rumbling could be heard. Rocks could vaguely be seen moving within the glow.

He pushed forward, and the flow shot toward Fane. The fat man shouted, "Let's see if I can bury you alive!"

Countless rocks formed within the muddy glow. Swiftly and burning hot, these rocks shot toward Fane.

Fane smiled. Ever since entering the Whirling World, Fane had seen many things and experienced a lot of battles. He could immediately tell that the fat man's technique was not at the ultimate-god rank and was still at the upper earth rank. Whether it was second-grade worlds or third-grade worlds, there were only a certain amount of geniuses. In the end, geniuses took up the minority.

Fane had mostly met the strongest warriors from each world, so they naturally used higher-level techniques. However, most warriors still had an average skill level. Even though his opponent was from a second-grade world, not everyone from a second-grade world came from a holy-grade clan. The fat man was probably from a lower-level clan.

Even though he was still impressive to most, he posed no threat to him whatsoever.

The thin man attacked as well. He started to form blood red seals, and the seals danced between his fingers like flowing blood, constantly fusing together.

In just a few moments, he formed a curse that was about the size of a palm. The thin man shouted and pushed forward, and the blood curse shot right at Fane. It started to expand in the air, becoming the size of half a person. The two of them attacked at the same time, cutting off any path for Fane to retreat.

The two of them wanted to end things in one attack. Even though they spoke as if they were not afraid of anything, they still did not hold back at all in fear something unexpected could take place.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Fane raised an eyebrow as he

pushed his hands forward, shooting the Soul Swords forward like arrows toward his opponents. Three techniques clashed in the air at the same time as countless rocks slammed into the Soul Sword.

The fat man was smiling, already certain that his attack would pulverize the gray sword. However his smile did not last for even half a second as the Soul Sword did not stop at all, piercing through technique and unleashing gray-colored energy.

The energy completely swallowed up all his rocks. His attack failed to stop the Soul Sword!

Against the Soul Swords, it would have been useless no matter how many rocks he managed to form.

The moment they touched the

sword, they were completely

swallowed up, disappearing into the air. The Soul Sword shot right at the fat man, not stopping at all. The large blood curse also clashed against a Soul Sword. With a crack, it shattered, unable to stop the Soul Sword as well.

Those two techniques did nothing against Destroying the Void; they had not been able to stop it at all!

The fat man and the thin man were not that far away from Fane. They were confident in themselves before, but even with the two of them working together, they failed to stop Fane's attack.