The Strongest War God - Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105: They are the Ones He Wants to Kill!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was a bronze-skinned young man, barefooted with extraordinary fighting spirit, holding a metal rod with iron hoops on both ends. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he walked up to the ring and said, “Zayecki Hemor of the Zeta Empire is here to challenge the legend of the northern territory of Hansworth.”

“It’s him, the genius of the Zeta Empire!”

In the spectator seats, the young people from the hundred countries all looked at Zayecki, who was walking toward the 11th arena.

Many people were familiar with this genius of the Zeta Empire.

He was a true genius.

He was the heir of a core figure of the Zeta Empire.

He wanted to be the first to challenge the Northern King.

For the past fifty years, the Zeta Empire had allied with other countries to start a country war. It was an active participant in the hundred-country hunt last year.

Last year, because of the hunting plan, a bloody battle broke out.

Cartley Yanagi’s 200,000 elite troops from South Hansworth crushed seven legions of the Zeta Empire at the northwest border.

The difference in strength between the two sides could be seen.

At the same time, because of the border conflict, the hands of the people of the Zeta Empire were stained with the blood of many Hansworth men.

After Zayecki stepped onto the stage, he said with an arrogant expression, “I’m Zayecki, a high-level pinnacle. Please enlighten me, Northern King.”

“Then, I’ll teach you a move.”

Braydon Neal flicked his fingers and smiled. He placed his right hand behind his waist, and his left index finger swiped down.

With that swipe, he drew a talisman in the air.

This was a talisman technique.

The Mount Sino Sword Talisman.

The sword talisman appeared, and nine crimson swords flew out.

The nine swords revolved around him, exuding a murderous aura.

“Kill!”

Braydon spat.

Nine swords tore through the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword light was like a shadow, sealing the entire arena.

On the arena, cold sweat broke out on Zayecki’s face. Bean-sized beads of sweat kept rolling down.

“Release vitality!” he growled.

Boom!

The pressure of a high-level pinnacle was still very strong.

However, Braydon had brought 1,100 contestants with him, and the weakest among them was at the pinnacle level. Anyone with two hands could challenge him or even defeat him.

It was extremely difficult for Zayecki to release his vitality.

High-level pinnacle vitality could transform into wings.

Zayecki could indeed do this.

However, his control over his vitality was extremely rough.

With just this level of ability, he dared to challenge King Braydon?

He was probably courting death!

Swoosh!

The speed of Braydon’s flying sword was beyond Zayecki’s imagination.

The sword was like a scarlet light.

The sword cut off his wings.

With a single strike, he cut off Zayecki’s vitality wings.

Zayecki felt pain in his chest. His pupils constricted as he looked at the round bloody hole in his chest.

The vitality sword pierced through his chest.

One-strike death.

Everyone was silent.

This strength was enough to make people afraid.

The appearance of a high-level pinnacle at the Global Martial Artist Summit was already a very dazzling existence.

But now, he was actually killed by a single sword.

The murderer was Braydon!

Braydon had absorbed 100,000 Na of vitality, and he had already reached the eminent pinnacle realm.

One could imagine that with Braydon’s talent, it was not difficult for him to kill a high-level pinnacle with one sword strike.

His one move had directly taken Zayecki’s life.

The sword pierced through his heart, and the sword intent cut through his heart meridian.

“Pfft!”

Zayecki spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the stage. The darkness in front of him enveloped his consciousness.

His breath was cut off.

Braydon stood on his flying sword with his hands behind his back. He stood in the air above the 11th arena. His left hand gently brushed across the air, and he said faintly, “I am invincible. I have never lost in the past ten years. Today, at the Global Martial Artist Summit, I want to lose.”

Braydon’s words were not hurtful, but extremely insulting.

If he was king at the Global Martial Artist Summit, then where would the others be placed?

Braydon wanted to kill his way through the Global Martial Artist Summit in one day.

Because the hidden agents of the Northern Army had gathered here, if this meeting didn’t end soon, there would be a big mess sooner or later. The hidden agents would be caught by others.

A cold order came from the representative platform. “All pinnacle-level martial artists of the Zeta Empire, attack! Kill Braydon!”

The voice came from the third seat of the representative platform.

This person was Lior Neal, the third master of the Neal family!

Skylar Neal, who was wearing a ghost mask, looked at the delegation. He clenched his fists and muttered softly, “Father!”

Unfortunately, no one could hear him.

Outsiders would never know the suffering of the hidden agents.

Even if father and son met, they could not acknowledge each other.

At this moment, after Lior finished speaking.

No one felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Because Lior had changed his name to Lavon Faulkner, he was a core figure of the Zeta Empire and was also the representative of the Zeta Empire’s martial artist delegation.

Now, Zayecki had died in battle.

Lior ordered the pinnacle martial artists of the Zeta Empire to go up and fight Braydon.

In an instant, a total of 19 people from the Zeta Empire’s martial artist delegation stood up.

After all, it was the Ten Great Empires.

Before the arrival of the golden age of the global martial arts, the younger generation gave birth to geniuses.

In the early stages of the golden age, they reached the pinnacle realm at a young age.

There was hope for the future!

If these people were born in Hansworth, as long as they submitted to the Northern Army, even if they were enemies with Braydon, Braydon would give them a way out.

Unfortunately, these people were all from the Zeta Empire.

Their skin color and race were all different.

The ancestors of Hansworth had once left behind an ancestral rule that those who were not of the same race would have different hearts!

Although these people were geniuses, they were all traitors.

Geniuses of a foreign country must be killed.

Braydon stood proudly in the arena. He smiled lightly and said, “The 19 of you, come up together. Although there are rules in the Global Martial Artist Summit, today, I want to break these rules and start a life and death match.

“What is a life and death match?

“If I don’t die, I won’t leave this arena and accept challenges from all sides.”

Braydon started a life and death match.

This action attracted the attention of the representatives of the hundred countries. Haven Downing was calm, but Jaziel Sherman’s brows furrowed.

If Braydon did this, he would definitely have to experience a bloody battle today.

Lior was a ruthless man. He said coldly, “Since the Royal Highness of Hansworth is so arrogant, how can we not play his game? All of you, go up on stage and kill him at all costs!”

The cold words left his mouth.

Braydon glanced at him and knew what he meant.

Lior had also seen the hidden danger on the representative platform.

The Global Martial Artist Summit had to end as soon as possible.

However, Lior wanted to see how powerful their commander had become.

The 19 top geniuses of the Zeta Empire were not weak.

However, it was still not enough to kill Braydon.

At this moment, the 19 of them did not hesitate at all. They flew into the air. Without exception, they were all holding sharp blades.

Their expressions were solemn as they cupped their fists and said, “The Zeta Empire…”

“I have no interest in the names of the dead.”

Braydon did not want to know their names.

This sentence undoubtedly angered everyone.

Braydon was way too arrogant!

Was he so disrespectful to his opponent?

However, what Braydon wanted was their anger and humiliation.

He wanted to kill tens of thousands of participants.

He would use their blood to pay tribute to the heroes of Hansworth who had died in battle in the past.

In other words, they were the ones he wanted to kill.