The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1902

The news struck them down like lightning. Mere moments ago, they were still in a pre-celebratory mood and now it felt like they were being drenched with a bucket of ice-cold water. This must be a joke!

Master Loader stared at the trembling disciple kneeling on the ground. "Tell me again what exactly happened? How could the Nine Armies be so strong?" His voice, shaky and cold.

The disciple was so frightened that his words started to run over each other. He was clearly aware that he would not be able to leave this secret room alive if he angered the two men in front of him. He managed to get his words out, confirming to both Master Loader and Master Mackenzie that what they had heard the

first time was right. That they were not hallucinating after all.

It was only normal for them to be livid with rage to discover that all their strongest men had been killed and they were only left with lowly minions. "Get out!" Although the order was said in a raging tone, it was like heavenly music to the frightened disciple's ear. He felt liberated and left the room without looking back.

Master Loader's face turned black with rage and if one looked closely, one could see he was trembling all over. Master Mackenzie knitted his brow together and felt vindicated of the anxiety he felt before. "It's just as I feared. How could we not receive any news about the Nine Armies when it had been a while since we heard about the Pavilion Billow Cloud? And yet you told me not to worry. What do you have to say for yourself now?"

Master Loador took a deep breath as his eyelids kept twitching. He still could not believe what was happening. "There must be some mysteriously strong person helping them. How else could our men be slaughtered so easily? It is simply illogical. Think about it, out of the men we’ve sent, there were two third-grade soulpenetrating level fighters and three first-grade soul-penetrating level fighters!"

His confidence was not without basis as the fighters he sent were enough to eliminate the Nine Armies many times over and yet these five fighters were all dead. He was unwilling to accept that fact.

Master Mackenzie knitted his brow again as confusion clouded him, but he was slightly calmer than Master Loador. He then said, "No matter what, we have to accept that all our most powerful men had

died at the hands of that brat. I've already told you that brat is no ordinary person."

Upon hearing that, Master Loader raised his head and gave out a snort of disagreement. "Why do you keep on praising him so? Don't you realize that he is only of the ultimate god level? No matter how talented he is, it's impossible for him to win against someone from the soulpenetrating level."

Though what Master Loador said was not without its merit. Master Mackenzie’s correctly intuit that the reason for their heavy losses in battle had to do with Fane Woods. "Don’t be so quick to refute me.

Much time had passed since he was of the ultimate god level perhaps he had already reached the soul-penetrating level."

Upon hearing this, Master Loador went back to sit down on the table again. "So what if he did reach the soul-penetrating level? I bet he would still be at the bottom rung of the level." Master Mackenzie had given up explaining as he realized nothing he said could turn around Master Loader's biases against Fane Woods. He was well aware that Fane Woods would not be able to overturn the battle with his talents alone.

The seriousness of the problem dawned on him and there was no use arguing further with Master Loader. He walked to the table and took up his glass again.