The Strongest War God

Chapter 860 - 860: Survive Ten Seconds in My Hands!

Chapter 860 - 860: Survive Ten Seconds in My Hands!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With Braydon Neal’s help, they would definitely be able to go further on the path of martial arts.

Almost everyone bowed down.

But there was still a small portion of people who were unwilling to join the Northern Army!

The two disciples of the School of Yin and Yang.

Hume Harmon and Yawo Ybarra stood there quietly, completely out of place with the people present.

Their expressions were calm as they silently made their choice. They were unwilling to become generals in the Northern Army!

There was someone else!

There was a young man wearing a felt hat and a black Daoist robe who had a warm temperament. His eyes were pure, as if he was not affected by the secular world.

Luverne Jansky, the direct disciple of Daoism.

Daoism was one of the most important orthodox schools among the 72 schools of thought.

Moreover, although Daoism as a religion and Daoism as a school of thought had a close relationship, there was a clear distinction between them! Daoism as a school of thought belonged to the aristocratic families.

Daoism as a religion was a sect!

Moreover, the founder of Daoism as a school of thought was was Lizandro Zenon, and the founder of Daoism as a religion was Domenico Jansky.

Domenico was the representative of the arts lineage!

Even now, these two figures were still worshipped in temples, and there were still legends about them in the world.

This kind of ancestor had truly achieved a reputation that would last through the ages.

The two direct descendants of the School of Yin and Yang, and the young pinnacle of Daoism, Luverne, refused to join the military!

Braydon looked at Hume and said calmly, “The two of you don’t want to join the Northern Army?”

“It’s not that we don’t want to join the Northern Army. The country is facing a crisis, and all men of Hansworth have the responsibility to defend against foreign enemies. But we don’t want to submit to you!”

The black-robed youth, Hume, stared at Braydon.

He didn’t want to join the Military Department, and he didn’t want to be a general under the Northern Army.

That was because he did not want to submit to someone of the same generation as him.

They were all geniuses of the same generation. He, Hume, and Yawo would never submit to anyone of the same generation in their lives.

There were only 72 orthodox schools of thought left.

However, the Daoists, the Yin and Yang, Confucians, legalists, and militarists were still revered!

For thousands of years, no one could shake their status.

This was because they were the founders of the ancient martial arts path and were known to be above the aristocratic families and powerful families.

With such a high status, how could the geniuses of their families be willing to submit to Braydon?

Braydon looked at him and said calmly, “If you are able to enter the supreme pinnacle realm, will the three of you still refuse to become the generals of the Northern Army?” Hume fell silent.

Supreme pinnacle.

This was the highest level of the pinnacle realm.

Which martial artist in the world didn’t yearn for it?

However, if it made him bend his back and become someone else’s slave…

He would never submit to his peers for the rest of his life.

Hume’s silence was his choice.

Braydon’s temperament suddenly changed, and a cold killing intent filled the entire place. He said indifferently, “If the pinnacles of the hundred schools of thought can’t be used to my benefit, then they will be killed without mercy!” Braydon’s cold words were his attitude.

Braydon had stayed on Mount Woolas for a few days for the sake of these people in front of him.

If he couldn’t take them in for his own use, letting them go today would definitely be letting a tiger return to the mountain, and it would definitely cause a disaster in the future.

Yawo took a step forward and cupped his fists. “Even if we are enemies tonight, we must be polite. Pinnacle Yawo Ybarra with 900 Na of vitality. Please guide me, Your Highness!”

“Pinnacle Hume Harmon withl,ooo Na of vitality. Please guide me, Your Highness!”

Hume and Yawo stood side by side.

The two of them had been inseparable since they were young. When they fought with others, they would also attack together.

Luverne, the successor of Daoism, bowed humbly and said, “Daoist Luverne Jansky with 1,200 Na of vitality. I would like to challenge King Neal tonight.”

Braydon couldn’t help but look over when he heard the words ‘King Neal’.

Only childhood playmates would address Braydon as King Neal.

Luverne, this Daoist genius, had once gone to the capital when he was young.

He had seen Braydon and Colton Jansky before.

They were childhood friends, but now that they were all grown up, there were too many things that they could not control!

Luverne was a direct disciple of the Daoist sect, and Braydon was the son of Hansworth. He was the Garrison King, so any order he gave was a national order.

Braydon’s words could decide the fate of millions of people.

He held monstrous power in his hands and was destined to extinguish some personal feelings that he should not have.

Braydon looked at Luverne and said, “Even you don’t want to join the Northern Army?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t want to become your general and submit to my peers. It’ll be difficult for me to stand shoulder to shoulder with you in this life if I do. You and I are no longer friends. The difference between us is now the difference between a monarch and a minister!”

Luverne spoke very calmly. A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he said, “Although I have learned Daoism since I was young, I was born in this world of mortals. There are some things that I cannot take lightly. I am a direct disciple of Daoism. If I submit to you, then it means that the entirety of Daoism submits to you.”

The hundred schools of thought had been fighting for thousands of years.

If all the schools of thought were to become unified because of the Northern King, wouldn’t they become a joke?

But this was what was happening!

The era of the Northern Army covered the whole of Hansworth. Braydon had the bearing of a mighty lord and wanted to unite all the sects to resist the hundred countries’ armies.

Just like legalism, they advocated for change!

For this reason, Braydon had always pushed for this. Anyone who obstructed him would be killed!

The three people in front of him were the obstacles!

They could not let go of their former arrogance and sectarianism.

smce tnat was tne case.

Braydon slowly took a step forward. Without using the Northern King Sword, he said, “Let’s attack together. If you can last ten seconds against me, I’ll allow you to leave Mount Woolas alive!”

Braydon’s words were filled with arrogance!

Luverne slowly stepped forward and released his pinnacle pressure.

Before he could make a move.

In a flash, Yawo’s speed broke through 300 meters per second, and his fist strength reached 90,000 pounds. Terrifying movement speed.

A terrifying fist force!

Ordinary people could not imagine it.

Hume attacked at the same time, his fist force reaching 100,000 pounds. They combined their strength and attacked Braydon with all their might.

At this moment, the eastern horizon had already turned white.

The sky gradually brightened.

It was time to end the matter on Mount Woolas.

Braydon’s body was covered in white light. He moved like a bolt of lightning and arrived in front of Yawo. He raised his fair left hand and landed a palm on Yawo’s fist.

Boom!

Yawo’s expression changed as he felt a tremendous force engulfing his entire right arm.

The huge force caused Yawo to spit out blood and fly backward.

The bones in his right arm were broken!

He was severely injured by Braydon with one palm!

“What?!” Hume was shocked and angry.

Yawo’s fist strength was as high as 90,000 pounds!

He was actually defeated by Braydon.

Braydon’s strength was far above theirs.

Little did he know that Braydon had used up all of his pinnacle blood, but he had not shaken his pinnacle foundation. His powerful pinnacle physique had given him a hundred thousand pounds of strength.

Today, he had increased his vitality by 400 Na overnight.

Braydon’s palm strike had a terrifying force of 140,000 pounds.

With such power, how difficult was it to heavily injure Yawo with a single palm strike?

Yawo was severely injured, and he growled hoarsely, “Don’t take his palm strike.. His strength is no weaker than 140,000 pounds!”