The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2034

A few among the audience started to mumble softly among themselves.

"Who’s this person? Where did he come from? Is he crazy?"

"Who knows? Seems like they have a problem or two with Fane. They do seem to be in the initial stage of the innate level. They must be crazy."

Morton had no idea what was going on when he saw how these people stared at him. Was there something wrong with what he said? Why was everyone looking at him like he was some clown?

He carefully thought about what he said but could not find the error in his remarks, no matter how he tried. If that was the case, why were the people looking at him

in such a way?

Gerald was just as stunned, and he, too, felt the odd glances these people shot at them.

Noel was also speechless as he glanced at Morton. In fact, he wanted to tell Morton that what he said was no different from slapping himself hard on his face. Nonetheless, he could hear that there was a rivalry with Fane from what they said. If that was the case, it was best for him to keep his mouth shut.

Fane chuckled softly and looked at Morton coldly. Although he seldom wasted time speaking to others, he was utterly disgusted by how Morton constantly caused him trouble. He was like the triangular-eyed guy who annoyed Fane into silent bewilderment. "You said that Wesley can kill me with a single finger?"

The corners of Morton's mouth froze, yet he still nodded stubbornly. "Of course! Senior Brother Wesley is extremely talented, and he's one of the top informal disciples. From the way you’re talking, you seem to be confident in defeating Senior Brother Wesley!"

Fane nodded, not bothering to hide reaction. "I can defeat him, no doubt."

Both Morton and Gerald were stunned on the spot when they heard this. How could this guy be so crazy? He was daring enough to say anything, and he even said that he could defeat Wesley.

The others had no idea about it, but the two of them knew how talented and strong Wesley was. Even though Morton said that he himself was extremely talented, he could not compare to Wesley. Not only was Wesley extremely talented, but he came from an extremely strong family. How could this young man be so brave?

Morton scoffed indignantly—twice, at that— before he spoke, shoulders trembling as he did, "You truly are arrogant! Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to Senior Brother Wesley? Senior Brother Wesley ranks at the hundred-and-eighty-seventh spot among the informal disciples. Although Elder Lee praised you the other day, it was only to give you face. Do you really think that you’re extremely talented?"

The people around them were stunned when they heard this, much to Morton and Gerald's bewilderment as they noticed the gazes sent their way grew more...peculiar. The mocking look in the audience's eyes amplified, yet they had no clue what they did to have earned this.

Fane chuckled softly and looked at the two of them as if they were dummies. "Morton, I think it’s best if you stop speaking right now. Do you know what the two of you look like right now?"

Morton smiled awkwardly, subconsciously lowering his voice as the people around them were looking at the two of them in a weird way. "What... What do we look like? Why are they looking at me in such a weird way?" he asked, purely baffled.

Brook coughed softly. He did not want to say anything, but he was acquainted with Gerald, and he had treated him nicely.

They would only be further embarrassed if this continued, thus Brook cleared his throat and explained, though awkwardly so, "Just moments ago... Senior Brother Fane had already fought with Senior Brother Wesley, and Senior Brother Wesley had lost the fight. Senior Brother Wesley has been carried away in a stretcher.”