The Strongest War God - Chapter 748

Chapter 748: Wounded but Not Killed, Such Humiliation!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This was Braydon Neal’s attitude. Dominic Lowe and even the capital were helpless.

If Braydon leads the Northern Army, he will occupy the northern border like a tiger.

No one could do anything about it!

Dominic recalled something and said, “The capital has agreed to your proposal to name Jonah Shaw, the commander of the Sanguine Army, as the new War God of Hansworth!”

“Jonah is worthy of the title of the War God,” Braydon sat on the high seat in the hall.

This position originally belonged to Cameron Linar.

Now, Braydon was sitting in the most powerful position in Namar, smiling lightly. To Namar, this was great humiliation.

The conversation between Dominic and Braydon ended.

However, the people who came with Dominic…

They were two true pinnacle experts.

The clothes they were wearing indicated their identities.

They were from the International Arbitration Council!

Two arbiters!

The male arbitrator was called Wilmot, and the female arbitrator was called Ashley.

The two of them had been standing outside the hall for some time.

Unfortunately, Braydon ignored them.

Even with his eyes closed, Braydon could guess the purpose of the

International Arbitration Council’s arbitrators’ intervention today!

They were definitely there to mediate the war between the Northern Army and Namar.

Wilmot behaved like a gentleman and spoke arrogantly. He said slowly, “Wilmot of the International Arbitration Council greets Your Highness the

Northern King!”

“I don’t like it when you talk to me standing!”

Braydon leaned back in his chair lazily. He could feel Wilmot’s arrogance even with his eyes closed.

With just one sentence, the hall fell silent.

What did Braydon mean?

Did he want Wilmot to kneel down to speak?

Doing so would humiliate the entire International Arbitration Council!

As expected.

Wilmot suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, “Your Highness, I’m here to talk to you on behalf of the International Arbitration Council!”

Braydon closed his eyes. He raised his left index finger and drew 13 sword talismans in one go!

The 13 sword talismans were drawn by vitality.

Each sword talisman gave birth to 9 swords!

13 sword talismans and 117 vitality swords.

This was the one hundred Qi-imperial swords!

The swords hovered in the air and pointed at Wilmot.

Braydon didn’t say a word. He closed his eyes and controlled the hundred swords, revealing his killing intent. His attitude was very simple.

If Wilmot didn’t kneel today, he would die!

There were many conflicts between the Northern Army and the International Arbitration Council.

Jonah had been wanted by the International Arbitration Council for years.

Hendrix Bailey supported the Eastern International Arbitration Council to fight against the Western International Arbitration Council. The two had always been at odds with each other.

Jonah and Hendrix were both Braydon’s younger brothers.

They were the core higher-ups of the Northern Army!

That was why Braydon had never been polite to the people from the Western International Arbitration Council.

Braydon’s hands were already stained with the blood of the Western International Arbitration Council.

He would not hold back in killing more.

Braydon had always had a murderous attitude toward foreign martial artists.

Would Wilmot kneel or not?

So what if he was representing the Western International Arbitration Council?

Braydon still dared to kill him!

The situation fell into a stalemate.

Ashley, the female arbitrator, spoke appropriately and respectfully, “Your Highness the Northern King…”

“Did I allow you to speal?”

Braydon opened his eyes and shot a cold glance at her. A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

Aura as vast as the heavens, dominating the human world alone.

This kind of pressure was something that even a high-level pinnacle couldn’t withstand.

Not to mention Ashley!

Just a cold gaze made Ashley’s face turn pale. She did not dare to meet Braydon’s gaze, as if the young man sitting at the head of the table was the emperor of the world.

At this moment, the Hone hundred Qi-imperial swords had yet to disappear.

Wilmot refused to kneel.

In the next second.

The hundred swords rolled back like a sword river, swords swooping in one after the other, attacking Wilmot.

The wind and clouds moved as the sword struck, and the hall was filled with a murderous aura.

The vitality swords condensed into a physical form!

Previously, Braydon had been bestowed with ten layers of national fate. The power of the national fate had made Braydon’s body extremely powerful.

The more condensed one’s vitality was, the more terrifying the attack power of the vitality would be.

As the hundred swords attacked, each sword contained the power of the country’s fate and the might of the heavens, greatly increasing the sharpness of the vitality sword.

The first sword had arrived!

Wilmot was shocked and furious. He didn’t expect Braydon to dare to attack him. He immediately retreated.

The difference between a high-level pinnacle and a low-level pinnacle was the release of vitalitv, and even the manifestation of vitalitv!

Although Braydon had 100,000 Na of vitality, it was hidden deep in his bones and was his foundation. He could not mobilize his strength. What he could really use was only the vitality in his blood.

Moreover, although Braydon’s vitality was high, he was only a low-level pinnacle!

Without opening the second door to the pinnacle, one would forever remain at the low-level pinnacle.

Both doors needed to be opened in the pinnacle realm!

The first door was the door to turn force into spiritual energy and fuse it with one’s blood. One could absorb the spiritual energy of spiritual herbs and fuse it with one’s blood, turning it into one’s own vitality.

This was a cultivation technique!

The second door was the door to release vitality!

If this door in the body could not be opened, one would forever be a low-level pinnacle. No matter how strong one’s vitality was, one could only rely on their strong physique to fight their opponent in close combat.

Just like the situation now.

Braydon could kill Wilmot just by sitting lazily at the head of the table.

Although Braydon had not opened the second door, he was able to release his vitality. It was obvious that he was not using ordinary combat techniques.

He used a technique to control his vitality, achieving the outward release of his vitality.

Some talented people could indeed bypass the second pinnacle door in their bodies and release their vitality without affecting their cultivation or combat strength.

In fact, when a pinnacle martial artist had not opened the second door in his body, his cultivation speed would be at its fastest!

If a pinnacle martial artist became a high-level pinnacle and opened the second door in his body, his strength would enter a stagnant period, and the speed of his vitality’s growth would greatly slow down.

The speed of growth would be several times slower than before!

That was why in Hansworth, Martial Emperor Yanagi, Zavier Leach, Kieran Normand and Savvyer Quail, all had a vitality of several thousand Na. They had been reluctant to open the second door to the pinnacle and become a high-level pinnacle.

It was obvious that they planned to break through when their vitality had exceeded 10,000 Na!

If one’s vitality had exceeded 10,000 Na, and his aura was as vast as the heavens, they would then be the top experts in the world.

At this moment, Braydon was using the one hundred Qi-imperial swords to kill Wilmot. His vitality swords were incomparably sharp.

Wilmot’s pinnacle physique couldn’t withstand it at all!

In front of Braydon, a low-level pinnacle was as weak as an ant.

Wilmot’s face was pale. He used all his techniques, but he couldn’t block a hundred swords.

The vitality swords pierced through his shoulder.

His entire body flew backward.

The rest of the red swords followed closely behind, piercing through Wilmot’s limbs and shoulders, nailing him to the wall of the hall.

Blood flowed down the wall, looking extremely tragic.

It was a humiliation to injure a person but not kill that person!