The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 3403

The one standing next to him nodded. "I'm anxious, too! Everyone waiting here is anxious. I'm worried that we'll get some bad news. I should've stopped my junior back then. I shouldn't have let him join this stupid slaughter game. The death rate is depressingly high, and it's too dangerous. It's not like there are no other ways to earn spirit crystals. What need was there for him to take such a huge risk to join the slaughter game?!"

The moment he said that, there were calls of agreement throughout, and more of them started to discuss it.

"That's right. The death rate in the slaughter games is way too high. Even though the game will end once a hundred and twenty people die, most of them who'll die are the warriors from third-grade worlds, and they have a seventy-percent death rate. Just thinking about such a high number of deaths makes me shudder!"

The moment that was said, everyone's expression soured. Even though they did not say anything, their hatred for warriors of second-grade worlds still reached its limit. The warriors from second-grade worlds and the warriors from third-grade worlds were already reaching the peak of their conflict.

A warrior from White Marsh Continent said curiously, "Did you notice? They seem much quieter this time…"

That person was referring to the warriors from second-grade worlds. He would naturally not name any names, worried about being targeted, so he chose to be vague in voicing his thoughts. The others naturally understood, and they started to talk about it.

"That's right. Before this, the Three Deer Stage will have a lot of warriors gathered here when the slaughter game is about to end. They'd try to show off in front of us, and always try to mock us.

"I don't know what happened this time. Those guys might still be gathered together and separated from us, but they're not actively running their mouths, accusing us of 'not knowing our place'. It's strange. Did they have an epiphany or something?"

The warriors from second-grade worlds could no longer remain calm.

An inner disciple from a holy grade clan suddenly shouted at the warriors from the third-grade worlds, "What do you know? We just don't want to bother you guys. Are your ears itching because you haven't been shouted at? Will you only be happy if we mock you a few times?

"The top three places in the slaughter game will always belong to the second-grade worlds. There'll never be anyone from a third-grade world! You're dreaming here. You're just lumps of trash bags! All you're good at is bragging!"

This time, the warriors from the third-grade worlds were in a complete uproar. Those words were just far too ugly. The insults had never been so bad before.