The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor
Chapter 534

Xyle's words scared Michael to death, the fat on his cheeks trembled like jelly.

Xyle's surname was quite similar to Michael's-Xyler Walker and Michael Wilson-sharing the same initial 'W'. Yet, not only did this God of War not help him, he even considered beating him up? Michael thought to himself. Right now, he was not thinking straight at all. He was thinking hard, trying to come up with ways to get himself out of being killed in three strikes.

He was a God of War. If he used his full strength, he would not even need three strikes-just the one.

"Hurry up, Ivan. Beat me. What are you waiting for!"

Michael yelled, feeling as though he was being suffocated. He had no choice but to clench his teeth. It would be better for him to be beaten than to die.

Besides, Ivan was a young master raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. How strong could he possibly be? Plus, he was a good friend. He probably would not hit him that hard.

That was why it was better to let Ivan do the beating rather than a God of War.

He was the most furious with Fane, the b* stard. How dare he come up with a method like this to punish him!

There were many affluent businessmen here, as well as aristocrats, generals-and they were all watching him...

"Young Master Wilson, I won't hold back!"

A small spark of delight leaped in Ivan's heart. Michael had tried to drag him down into the mud during a crucial moment earlier. What if the Goddess of War had decided to punish him as well in a fit of rage? O worse, kill him? Where would he cry and run off to then?

Smack!

Ivan raised his hand and struck Michael's face.

"Ah!"

It was so painful, Michael yelped. His cheek burned from the pain and a red imprint grew in its place.

"You..."

Michael raised his head wildly and looked a t Ivan, breathing heavily. That b*stard. Was he not using too much strength? Did he not know how to hold back a little?

Yet Ivan could not be bothered. He turned around and asked Lana, "Goddess of War, look here. Is this amount of strength appropriate?"

"Not bad! Just make sure to keep up the good work!"

Lana nodded her head.

Michael's guts turned into knots. That was why Ivan had purposely used more strength-it was to see if the Goddess of War was satisfied with it.

It was just to get her approval. Then, he would raise his arm high again, and before striking him, he would slow down at the last minute. That way, it would seem that he was rearing up for a vicious hit when in reality, his blow would be slightly softened. Michael believed that Ivan was capable of doing it.

Smack!

During his contemplation, Ivan slapped him again, going for the other cheek this time.

He felt as though this b*stard had put a little more strength into this slap compared to the last one.

"Ah!"

Michael gritted his teeth and shot Ivan a fierce glare.

"There's no other way, Young Master Wilson. Look-there are so many people watching. I have no choice but to slap you for your blatant disrespect to the Goddess of War!

"After all, the Goddess of War is my idol. She's the ultimate goddess in my heart!"

A wan smile crossed Ivan's lips as he saluted Michael with his fist and palm. Michael was stunned. That f*cker Ivan- was he thinking of sucking up to the Goddess of War? He used that much strength just to gain her favor?

Was the years of friendship shared between them worth absolutely nothing?

"Less talking, more doing!" Lana immediately snapped. He had only given him two slaps and yet they were already talking so much.

She then glanced at Neil who was standing not too far away-utterly terrified-giving him the side-eye. "Get over here now!" she snarled at him.

Rip!