The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2770

With a wave of Fane's hand, the 75 Soul Swords shot into Fane's gray sword.

Fane used an upper ultimate god level technique and was already at the third stage!

Fane was barely fazed, even if it was a chosen disciple standing in front of him. So what if Philip could be a chosen disciple? Everyone in this world had been restricted to the late stage of the innate level. They were fighting with the strength of their techniques, and in terms of technique, Fane had never lost before!

Philip was, of course, already at full strength after witnessing Fane's skills. The spatial shards violently spun around him as he controlled them. The shards disturbed the air around them, turning into a tornado with Philip at the center.

"Die!" roared Philip as he leaped and rushed toward Fane.

The dancing spatial shards looked so dangerous, it was like they could destroy anything in the world. The violent wind stirred the sand on the ground, but the moment the sand touched the spatial shards, it disappeared.

"Die!" repeated Philip, screaming as though he was a deranged beast.

Fane squinted at the raging winds before sighing and

rid of the thoughts he had before. Raising his sword in his right hand, he swung the sharp end toward Philip.

Destroying the Void turned into about a meter-long ray as it slashed right at Philip's Spatial Distortion.

The black-colored aura clashed with the spatial shards, and terrifyingly loud crackling echoed in the air.

The clash of the two skills caused incredibly strong shockwaves, and everyone else stopped mid-fight just to witness what was happening.

The spatial shards that reflected the sunlight clashed against the pitch-black sword slash. While the slash looked inactive, it was obvious how it persistently pushed back against the shards.

Nonetheless, Philip, being the proud man he was after being fed with many praises, tried to bite back the rest of his scream. It would be too humiliating for him if he did not.

Alas, he could not stop himself from shouting at that moment. The pain caused him to lose all sense of rationality.

Fane laughed coldly. If the battle had not been in the Whirling World, he might have needed to use some more effort to deal with that guy. Regardless, everyone was restricted to the late stage of the innate realm in the Whirling World, and they were fighting with their martial skills!

Fane's skills were undeniably much stronger than Philip's. Fane would not even have been afraid of dealing with five or six disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion!

Meanwhile, the Unbreaking Pavilion's disciples were flabbergasted when they saw Philip struggling and screaming in pain on the ground. The scene felt so... surreal. Philip had always been an existence that outer disciples practically revered, and he had never looked so pathetic before!

"Who is he? Is he from an eighth-grade clan as well? Is he from a ninth-grade clan?"