The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1998

Observing a fight could let one understand the other disciples' strength and also increase one's fight experience. Although Wesley's current ranking was only 187, the fact that he had only been there for a short time and also had the backing of Elder Sayer made him a celebrity. He would surely rise up to the top ten ranking in no time.

Even the informal disciples in the top fifty ranking did not have as much fame as Wesley because most of them got to where they were through long training hours and increased their strength little by little.

What they did had was more perseverance than talent and Wesley had both in abundance. Therefore, it was not surprising his fight with Dale had attracted

the attention of many informal disciples.

Wesley, being the main character of today's story, was sitting at the viewing platform with a bunch of suck-ups around him. These suck-ups wanted to win over Wesley’s hearts, and their words seemed to be smeared with honey, as they piled on praises upon praises on him. Wesley, of course, was enjoying it. He was sitting with his eyes closed and a faint curl of his lips as they heaped on the praises upon him.

The man with triangular eyes was one of the suck-ups. "Although Brother Dale’s is strong, his talent is nothing compared to yours. Your talent if placed in Dual Sovereign Pavilion, nay, even in all of the other third-graded Clan associations, would come out the top amongst all of the other informal disciples. I'm sure Elder Sayer will definitely recruit you as his chosen disciple and that you'll surely rise up the levels like a rocket by then."

"Yeah! Even the top ten informal disciples here nodded their heads in recognition of your talents. You'll surely come out the victor in today’s fight and in no time at all, you might even be able to fight against the top fifty informal disciples. Then, it's a oneway street for you to become a formal disciple."

Wesley raised his eyebrow. On the surface, he declined to give a comment to all of the praises but in his heart, he accepted their words wholly. He never once thought his talent was inferior to anyone else. The chosen disciples, maybe, but definitely not the other informal disciples, even those in the top ten. He felt that his cultivation time was still short, and if it was the same as their cultivation time, they would definitely be trampled under his feet. Just when the flattery was about to reach its climax, they suddenly heard one low exclamation after another which made Wesley and the others look toward the direction of the cause, only to see a few wide-eyed informal disciples chatting with each other in an excited voice.

"Oh my god, I can't believe Brother Duncan is here! He has actually come out of his meditation retreat! I seem to recall he had been there for three months as he had been in the retreat ever since he had beaten the third-ranked informal disciple and thus becoming the third rank himself! He might even be stronger than the first ranked informal disciple now that he had completed his three-months long retreat!”

"Yeah! He’ll surely challenge the formal disciples after becoming the number one informal disciple. His talent is truly abominable. I remember he joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion at the same time as Brother Wesley and it didn't take him long to break through to the intermediate level of the innate stage. I can't believe he's even stronger now. Comparing myself to him makes me a sad potato."

These words drifted into Wesley's ear and he felt as if he had received a slap to the face which shattered all of his previous enjoyment of flattery. If he had to choose who was his biggest rival in this lifetime, then it would no doubt be Duncan Pierpoint. He joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion at the same time as Duncan Pierpoint and yet had always been suppressed by him. He could only watch with vehemence as Duncan surpassed him time after time. The thought of Duncan becoming third-ranked and coming out stronger after his meditation retreat made his heart twist with rage.