The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1941

"He must have come from a backwater town. He wouldn't have been so confident if he was from the city. How ignorant can one be?"

The young man’s expression became more twisted after continuous insults floated into his ear. His body began to shake with rage and both of his eyes turned red as he stared daggers at the crowd. However, his effort was futile because no one paid any mind to his anger. He then took a deep breath and felt as if he had been slapped hard by everyone there. The worst thing was he could do nothing about it.

Fane sighed gently at everyone's realistic mentality. Those who are strong will forever be exalted while the weak can do nothing but lick the strong's boots. Then again, the crowd might be right as the young man obviously had not gone through any hardships before so how could he not be ashamed at his outbursts?

After that, everyone did not want to go second. Although everyone laughed at the young man's result, they were also chastened by it, after all, the young man's cultivation level was at the initial stage of innate level. Many fighters were at the final stage of the acquired level wanting to try their luck.

Ambrose scanned the crowd with a frown on his face. "No one wants to go second? No one at all? I'll treat it as voluntary giving up if no one comes up. I don't even know what you all are waiting for. Will waiting give you a better result? Will waiting help you pass the test?"

Although what he said was a tad mean but it had its intended effect. The crowd realized what he said was right-waiting would not help them pass the test. A few seconds later. Beardie walked up to the obsidian as the crowd followed him with their eyes.

Although he was sporting his beard, they could tell that he was not that old. “Since you young ones would not come up, I have no choice but to go second. I don't even know what you all are scared of," he said once he was standing in front of the obsidian.

The crowd started to jeer at him. "You big mustached hooligan! What are you talking about! You're the scaredy-cat here."

Beardie did not even look back at the crowd when he said, "Who are you calling a scaredy-cat? Why don't you come up here now? You cowardly mouse! Do you think you can get a good result with such weak determination?”

The crowd was silenced by his retort.

Beardie ignored them and focused his gaze on the obsidian as if it was a gift from the gods. His eyes were bright and shiny when he said, "Behold and witness my strength for I will definitely pass the test!"

He was yet another fighter who was confident of his own strength. Only time would tell whether he had the right to be this confident. He gave out a loud shot and clenched his fists. A golden light started to flow above them. There were two big golden snakes faintly rotating above them, enveloping the Beardie's fists with thick energy.

Beardie squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and roared. Under the gaze of everyone's attention, he punched the obsidian in front of him. The obsidian made the pinging sound again as the lamp above the obsidian lit up.