The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1956

The sound of their insults echoed through the air. All of them were looking at Zeph with derision in their eyes. Suddenly, a shout could be heard amongst the din of the crowd. Instantly, they all went silent for they all knew there was only one thing that could elicit a response like this.

"My god, my eyesight must be getting bad. Did the-the fifth light just light up? This can't be right!"

"Beats me! It could be a trick of the eye. There's no way something as outrageous as this can happen."

The area began to echo with the sound of shock and most of them had their jaws dropped to the ground. Fane really did it-he really lit up the fifth light by a far margin. They were quietly counting the seconds in their mind. "One second, two seconds... eight seconds. It's still lit up! Nine seconds!"

Finally, the fifth light extinguished itself at the nine-second mark. The result shocked everyone present. Fane not only lit up the fifth light but it managed to stay lit for nine seconds, making it the highest score amongst them all. The crowd had to pinch themselves to check if they were dreaming. How was it possible for a nobody to achieve something that even Morton and Gerald could not do? Even the informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion could not achieve such a result. Where did Fane Woods come from? How did he get so strong? Was this really happening?

The young man, who was previously standing in front of Fane, was manually pushing his jaws close with his hand." Someone pinch me quick! I must be dreaming. Is he really that strong?" His sentiment was exactly the same as the rest of the people there.

Zeph's eyes nearly popped out from their sockets and his mouth was wide open as he stared at the obsidian with disbelief. It was a long while before he recovered himself. He had a rousing suspicion that the obsidian had gone haywire if not, how was it possible for the fifth light to light up? He wished vehemently for his suspicion to be true. After all, this would not bode well for him.

Finally, Elder Lee deigned to rise up from his chair. He walked slowly toward Fane while keeping a steady gaze on him. "Your result is certainly impressive. Even amongst the informal disciples, you will be in the top three hundred rankings." His evaluation shocked Fane for there were a total of three thousand informal disciples in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion and each of the three thousand was a handpicked elite from all of West Cercie State.

Elder Lee's evaluation of him was high praise indeed. It would not take him long to advance to the rank of a formal disciple and in a few years’ time, to a rank of elder or chosen disciple. By then, Fane's status would be so high even he had to fawn over himself from time to time. Fane certainly had an immensely bright future to look forward to.