The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Fane laughed and coolly remarked, "It looks like you'll never admit to anything. Honestly, it's fine even if you refuse to admit it!"

After saying that, Fane took out his black iron medal from Mustard Seed. He looked at the medal and said, "Even until the end, all you've been was a complete clown. You tried to criticize me with your standards? Hilarious!"

Fane looked right at Arne and said loudly," That person who you claimed to only like to show off completed the black iron bet. Shouldn't it be your turn now? Didn't you say before this that you'd start a black iron bet?NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Or is someone a wuss now? Were you just giving out empty promises? All you know to do is to run your mouth, but you don't have the skills to prove yourself at all!"

Fane's words instantly reminded everyone that Arne had promised so much and said that he would start a black iron bet to clear his name.

Arne's lips twitched as his earlier demeanor completely deflated. He started to pant roughly, not daring to look Fane in the eye.

There was no way Fane would let him off easily, however. "Isn't it about time you put some action into your words? After all, you were claiming that you're oh-so-powerful, swearing that you got to your position legitimately. Don't tell me that you weren't being serious when you said you'd start the black iron bet?"

Arne's entire body trembled, feeling like he had been backed into a corner. Even if he did not say anything, Fane would not let him off.

Fane raised an eyebrow, continuing, "It seems that the Deer Pavilion's disciples are only good at bragging but never stay true to their word. Is this really the clan at the peak of seventh-grade clans? You've broadened my horizons today. The disciples of the Deer Pavilion truly are trash!"

The moment that was said, his fellow disciples could no longer hold back. Fane had dragged the whole clan into it, which they would not allow. One of them stood up and said, "What kind of nonsense are you saying?! How dare you slander the Deer Pavilion!"

Fane raised an eyebrow and

nonchalantly shot back, "Who slandered the Deer Pavilion? Was what said wrong? Did Arne not say he'd start a black iron bet to clear his name? Has he started it?"

Fane's words shot down that statement completely. The disciple that said that panted heavily, unable to say anything. The rest of the disciples of the Deer Pavilion were completely reddened in anger. They had nothing to retort at Fane's words either.

Fane laughed as he looked at Arne again." Do you think burying your head in sand like this will make everything just go away? How could this pass on easily? You were the one telling everyone to not bet on me before this. A lot of them could've gotten back seven times their fortune, but your so-called 'encouraging words' changed that."

After saying that, Fane looked at the spectators. He glanced around and saw the bald man who had mocked him before.

He remembered how the bald man bet his entire fortune on the beast at the betting area, saying that he would be able to double it.

The bald man had a dark look on his face at that moment, having lost his entire fortune in a flash.

Fane let out a smile as he walked two steps toward the guy. "Didn't you bet seven hundred and sixty thousand spirit crystals before this?"