The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1810

"Fane, it's bad! This wrinkly old man is a ninth-grade ultimate god-level fighter!"

Nash studied the old man across him carefully, and worries immediately surged through his veins once he noticed the martial level of the old man. It looked like they had finally run into a real powerhouse of the Bloodshed Clan.

"Master Woods, it'll be alright. Although Fane's martial level is not as high as the old man's, we all know that his combat prowess is at another level. Don't worry, this wrinkly old man might not be his opponent at all!"

Alejandro, on the other hand, laughed nonchalantly. "After all, Fane has broken into multiple grades in the ultimate godlevel in one shot!" He added.

Nash then thought of Fane's ability to kill a seventh-grade ultimate god-level fighter by himself when he was merely a fourthgrade ultimate god-level fighter. He released a huge sigh of relief; the heavy boulder in his heart was lifted away." You're right. It's my first time encountering such a high martial level, thus I was slightly taken aback."

"You don't have to worry for me and please leave everything to me. Dad, please inform others of our plans and arrangements as well as the situation here. Ask the crowd to leave this place quickly, and wait for me in the woods down below. I have to kill this old man to let the Bloodshed Clan know that we're not weak nor a scaredy-cat! I'll let them know that coming after us will be the worst decision they've ever made!" Fane snorted coldly. His deadly and emotionless eyes were fixated on the old man before him.

Although the old man's martial level was so much higher than his, Fane was still confident in ending this wrinkly old man's life!

"Brat, you're a big talker, aren’t you?"

The corners of the Fourth Elder's mouth twitched slightly for seconds before saying, "Do you think I can't see through which martial level you're at right now? I knew the moment you made your move just now! You're merely a seventh-grade inutile punk! And yet you talked big, wanting to kill me? A ninth-grade god?

Dream on!" "Wait!" The old man thought of something and his forehead immediately knitted together. "No...hold on. I remember there's no such young elite fighter in the Nine Armies! And what did you say just now? Going after you is the stupidest move ever? Brat, who the hell are you?"