The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1947

Morton's fan snapped to a close. "What gives me the right to laugh at you? It's because I'm stronger than you, of course. That gives me the right to laugh at you!"

Gerald laughed coldly. "As if. Why don't you go next? That'll settle this once and for all."

Morton scoffed and strode steadily toward the obsidian as if victory was already in his hands. When one looked at him, it brought to mind a peacock strutting around looking for a mate.

The crowd watched them bicker quietly. "I wonder if Morton can really light up five lights," whispered someone.

"I think so. He's not a fool. He won't say all that if he wasn’t confident about himself. His ego is the most important for him." Many people nodded in agreement with the second speaker's analysis. Yes, Morton might be boastful but he would not do anything that would hurt his own reputation. If he said he could do it, then he could do it.

By then, Morton was already standing in front of the obsidian at the exact same place as Gerald previously did. He gave the obsidian a good look before depositing his fan in the storage ring. There was a rule saying no weapons were allowed—the assessees could only attack the obsidian with their energy. Although it might not look like it, Morton's jade folding fan was actually a weapon belonging to the hidden weapon first class category.

Morton gently exhaled and slowly closed his eyes to stabilize his emotions.

Although he was acting all crazy and boastful below the stage, he turned strangely calm when faced with the obsidian. This changed the crowd's perspective of him-they did not think he was a senseless second-rater anymore.

With a flick of his wrists, a blinding gold light appeared above his right hand. The golden light radiated purely but there was no energy fluctuation to it. Fane stared at the light unblinkingly and wondered what Morton would do next.

The golden light became more and more dazzling. Suddenly, with a cracking sound, it began to dim.

"Look at his hand!" cried someone.

Morton's hand was completely covered in a layer of golden armor with a flashing rune on it. It half-looked like a weapon.

"What is that? How did he do it? The golden scales on his hand look like some beast's claw," said someone.

"Oh, don’t you know? They're real scales of some beast but I'm not sure which one.

Haven’t you heard of the Ford family's most powerful skill that is passed down through generations from one ancestor to another? Both the Ford family and Thorton family came from a long line of ancient ancestors with deep backgrounds.

Morton's skill is definitely the famous Golden Armor Hand."

Another elementary red level martial art technique.