The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2026

The audience heard that familiar dull explosion as a figure came hurtling out of the center of the energy surge. The figure slammed against the activated energy barrier of the battle platform with an audible whump.

The figure was, in fact, Wesley, and the protective barrier managed to stop him from flying out of the arena.

Wesley, who was once insufferably arrogant, was rendered to such a pathetic state-he looked like he had just struggled out of the quagmire. He slid down the energy barrier and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Dust flew all over the place as Wesley slumped to the ground with his four limbs up in the air. His clothes were torn into rags.

The dark-colored light covered Wesley like a layer of mist. Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth as his face contorted in sheer pain. In the previous attack, Wesley's Seven Stars Meteor Cloud was no match for the Destroying the Void. After the Destroying the Void, which formed three soul swords, defeated the Seven Stars Meteor Cloud, the remnants of the skill struck Wesley.

After all, the Destroying the Void was a soul attack.

As if it was not enough that he suffered an unexpected attack, Wesley did not even know how to defend himself against a soulattribute attack. He could not endure the attack, even though he knew that it was highly likely that the remaining power from Fane's attack would damage his soul if it struck him.

The audience once again fell into silence. The remaining energy quickly dispersed without the support of the relevant parties. After the light disappeared, Fane emerged before the crowd, albeit in a pitiable state as well.

The silver sword beams left multiple slices on Fane's clothes in their wake. His face was pale as paper as cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead. He had a deep frown on his face as the corners of his mouth slightly trembled. Despite standing upright, everyone could see that he had his fair share of struggles, though he seemed to fare better than Wesley, who fell straight to the ground with a distorted expression due to the pain he faced.

"Oh my god! He really won! He really did it! Wesley couldn’t defeat Fane, even when they both executed their strongest attack at the same time? What sort of martial skill is this guy practicing? He's so strong!" "His martial skill isn't the only thing that's strong. I'm sure the martial art technique he practices is a high-level one as he's able to achieve such results. Where did this guy come from? I heard that he doesn't have any background. If no one's backing him up, where did this strong martial skill of his come from?!"

The prattles instantly overwhelmed the perimeter.

Fane, meanwhile, ignored everything onlookers were saying. At this moment, it was true that he was not feeling well.

Although his clothes had several cuts on them, his pale expression was not due to the Seven Stars Meteor Cloud. Instead, it was because his spirit energy had been dried out-hurt, even-as he forcefully merged the three soul swords. However, a wound on his soul of such degree was nothing to Fane. He was not badly wounded, and he only needed to rest for a couple of days.

He inhaled deeply as his gaze shifted. He saw that Ambrose was about to open his mouth, to announce the end of this wager battle. Before he had the chance to speak, however, Fane moved as a small amount of true energy agitated in his body. Even though he forcefully merged the three soul swords and this caused his spirit energy to dry up, he had not used much of the true energy in his body. He had already put the black dagger away as he rushed forward like a cannon.

Fane got right up to Wesley, having not been too far from him, within a breath. Ambrose immediately realized what Fane wanted to do when he saw Fane’s action.

Ambrose's face turned pale and he shouted loudly to stop Fane, but Fane was one step faster than Ambrose's words. The moment he got right before Wesley, Fane silently swung his fist sharply at his chest.

Wesley's rib broke with an audible crack, one that the audience could hear. The impact from the attack rendered Wesley somewhat unconscious from the severe pain as he had already suffered from a damaged soul. He failed to see Fane flying toward him, and when he realized what had happened, Fane had broken his rib with a punch.

The physical agony he felt, along with the torment his soul was haunted with, made Wesley feel like he was in hell.