The Strongest War God

Chapter 155 - 155 Personally Taking Action and Helping Him to be Conferred the Title of Marquis

155 Personally Taking Action and Helping Him to be Conferred the Title of Marquis

This cultivation technique was left behind by the king-level tomb owner in the Preston mountains.

Before Westley Hader left, he had asked Tristan Yandell to make a copy of the king-level cultivation technique that he had cultivated before he died for Braydon Neal, so that he could share this cultivation technique with the north.

Liam Neal read it carefully and said in shock, “What a profound spear technique!”

“Of course, this was left behind by a king.”

Logan Hall’s eyes revealed a trace of envy.

Liam was shocked. “Braydon, I can’t take this. A King-level cultivation technique is extremely rare. It’s a national treasure. If it’s from the north, how can I, an outsider, cultivate it? I can’t make things difficult for you!”

That one sentence had revealed Liam’s heart, whether it was in the past or present, his heart would always be with Braydon!

This was what being a family meant!

Braydon burst into laughter. He did not expect his fourth uncle to overreact.

Tristan scratched his head. “Fourth Master Neal, there’s no need to reject him. This thing is not from the north. It’s from an ancient tomb in the Preston mountains.”

Liam was stunned. Of course, he knew that there were many secrets buried in that place.

It was not strange for a king-level tomb to be unearthed.

It was because the royal mausoleum was there.

It was not surprising to unearth the royal mausoleum.

Only then did Liam read it in peace. The more he read, the more fascinated he became.

The violent spear technique was divided into sixty-four chapters and originated from sixty-four gold sheets. Each chapter contained nine styles, seven moves, and forty-nine variations.

This was a king-level technique.

It was extremely difficult to master it!

Therefore, in ancient times, it was not strange at all that it would take three to five years or even more than ten years to master a seemingly ordinary sword technique.

For a person like Braydon, once he unsheathed his sword, outsiders would just watch the show

It felt like he could cut down anything he saw with a single unsheathed blade!

However, martial artists like Tristan knew that King Braydon’s sword was the overlord’s blade.

He did not seek for variations. All he wanted was to unsheathe his sword and kill the enemy in one strike!

Braydon quietly left the bedroom and went to the living room. He picked up a tablet on the table. On the screen, there were green and red numbers. The number had already exceeded 10 million!

This meant that the power system in the south had been restored.

They had changed their power system, including the internet server.

However, the server at the Namar power company’s headquarters stored the data of all the electricity users in the country.

All the information was locked in the server.

The Namar Electric Power Company had probably lost more than ten billion dollars.

With a new server, all the users had to register and open a new account. All the money they had saved in the past would be cleared, and most users would not have to pay the electricity bill.

Therefore, Namar had no choice but to replace the servers and restart the power grid.

After all, with a power outage throughout the country, they would have to suffer huge losses every day.

In the era of industrialization, when a city lost electricity, the losses of all industries would be in the hundreds of millions!

As the Namar’s power system was slowly restored, the black sword virus that was constantly evolving on the internet made the people of the Namar citizens unhappy.

At home, computers and mobile phones were infected with a virus. Reinstalling the system did not work.

What was the difference between this and a power outage?

At this moment, the number of infected devices had already exceeded 10 million!

The total number was 10,250,221.

Braydon glanced at it and ignored it.

Tristan lazily sat on the sofa. He had been stuck at the ninth-level War-God level for many years.

“Little monkey, it’s time to talk about you,” Braydon said. “You’ve been stuck in the ninth-level War-God realm for so many years. What’s going on?”

“I’m also in despair!”

Tristan was dumbfounded. He still could not break through to the marquis level, and he was also very anxious.

Of the three great governors, Westley Hader was one of the three sons of the north and a conferred king level figure!

The other deputy governor was made a marquis two years ago!

Only Tristan was unable to break through.

The three great governors, kings, marquises, and War Gods were really pleasing to the eye.

Fifty years ago, a deputy governor’s strength as a ninth-level War-God was already very powerful.

However, at this point, Tristan, who was the deputy governor with only a War-God-level ability, was weak in Braydon’s eyes.

At the very least, he had to be a marquis!

Only then would it make sense for the garrison of the capital to have one king and two marquises.

Braydon asked Tristan to go with him so that he could help him break through.

“Show me your full strength!” Braydon suddenly stood up and went to the small courtyard.

Tristan followed him. He knew that the Northern King was a martial arts genius that was hard to come by even in a thousand years. Although he was young, his martial arts attainment was even higher than the older king-level figures!

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Some things really depended on talent.

It was useless to rely on hard work and sweat alone!

If sweat and hard work were useful, in this world, everyone would be king level.

Braydon stood there quietly with his hands behind his back.

In Tristan’s eyes, there was no way he could do anything to Braydon. However, in order to break through, he mustered his courage and took a step forward, releasing his War God aura.

In the small courtyard, the hundred herbs bowed, and Logan retreated back into the living room, not daring to come out.

He could suppress a hundred grass blades and suppress ten thousand people.

This was a War God!

Tristan’s iron fist fell. Braydon did not dodge but took the punch head on.

However, Tristan went all out and did not show any mercy. He knew that not to mention king-level people, even if a marquis-level person stood there and let him kill him, he would not be able to hurt him at all.

The reason was in this battle.

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Tristan made his move.

Smack!

Nine crisp sounds were the nine levels of light force!

The light force was full of explosive power, and with a punch, it could split stones.

However, there were nine invisible waves in the light force.

This was dark force!

The dark force was invisible. Qi moved freely. It was extremely ruthless, and its penetrating power was even more amazing.

If the dark force landed, it could definitely turn a living person’s internal organs into a pulp of flesh.

This was dark force!

It would cause you to look ordinary on the outside but hurt your internal organs.

Tristan punched out with all his strength.

His basic strength was as powerful as 250 pounds!

As a ninth-level War God, he was born in the north and held the position of governor. His strength was enough to crush other War Gods of the same generation.

The force of this punch was as high as 9,000 pounds!

A ninth-level War God was just that terrifying.

The power of one punch was as high as four to five tons.

Even a bull would be blown away.

Logan’s eyes widened as he felt an extremely powerful pressure.

Tristan’s fist landed on Braydon’s chest.

Braydon’s clothes were as white as snow. He stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his thin body not moving at all.

Only the white cloth in front of his chest was blown apart, revealing a fist-sized hole.

Tristan’s entire body instantly flew out.

It was as if he had been injured by his own strength!

This was the power of a marquis!

Standing on the same spot without moving, all parts of his body could release light force and dark force.

Just like a marquis, if Braydon stood still and you put your hand on his shoulder, in the next moment, a marquis-level person could use force from his shoulder, and it was both light and dark forces that would instantly cause your palm to explode!

This was the power of a marquis.

Tristan flew out and fell flat on his face. His head was a little dazed, and his face looked extremely innocent.

He knew that he would be at a disadvantage!