The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1944

Morton’s clan was naturally inferior in comparison to the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Nonetheless, his clan was one of the few great clans in his city and he had been brought up with the belief that he was chosen one, carrying the burden of making his clan proud.

Then there was the fact that he had never faced failure before so it was no wonder he was extremely confident in himself. He felt he was unique and was not nurtured by the Dual Sovereign Pavilion only because of his age. However, he believed that once there, he would surely advance quickly in a short time. He would climb the metaphorical ladder and use the position of the internal disciple as a stepping stone. In good time, he would be promoted to an elder disciple, and then there’s no stopping him to become a chosen disciple.

He might even hold important positions within the pavilion. His clan would surely be proud of him then. That was why he was unwilling to be deemed equal to Gerald— partly because of his confidence and partly because of his inferiority complex.

This little test was akin to an entrance exam so how dared they think he would not be able to light up the five lights. He had never been so humiliated before.

Morton gave out a loud snort and turned his gaze to scan the crowd. "You all listen closely now. Don't you dare use your level to judge me! I've already said that the sengen pill was specially prepared for me so don't blame me for hurting you if you all continue to talk like that."

Immediately, the crowd went dead silent. However, he could not stop them from what they were thinking. There was no denying Morton was very powerful and most of the people present there would not be able to win in a fight against him but this did not mean that he would be able to light up five lights.

Everyone had seen for themselves just how difficult it was to light up five lights. It was truly beyond anyone's level. Initially, Gerald did not want to bother Morton with his illusory grandeur and annoying talk.

Gerald was the complete opposite of him, he liked to get straight to the point so there was no fun in talking to Morton.

However, Morton had gone overboard this time to the extent that even Gerald could not keep his mouth shut. He turned to face Morton and said with a mocking smile, " Why don't you give it a rest? You’re making it sound as if the sengen pill is already in your possession. Am I invisible to you?"

Morton laughed coldly and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Gerald. “Of course not but I would say you're close. In my eyes, you're only a tad bigger than a grasshopper."

Gerald was itching to give Morton an *ss-whooping. "I would have whooped your *ss if it wasn't for the rules imposed on us. Don't you feel any shame at all? Why don't you show us what you’re really made of? Who knows you might be able to change my mind," said he in a louder voice.

Their bickering had turned white-hot and they might even really end up in a fight if the situation continued on the way it was. Ambrose had no choice but to step in though he must admit he was enjoying the show. "No fighting during the test. If the two of you want to give it a go, you should go to the pavilion’s battle arena after passing the test."

It was only natural they would listen to Ambrose as the consequences of not doing so were not something they could afford. Both of them gave out a scoff at the same time and turned to look away.

It seemed like Morton had really gotten under Gerald's skin and the latter thought he should get this over with. "Who’s next? I’ll go if no one wants to go next!" It was better to prove to Morton that he was indeed much stronger than him than to stand there and listen to him yap away. He planned to shut Morton up for good—that good for nothing brat.