The Strongest War God

This was a martial artist!

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly. “Warriors cultivate light force, and warlords cultivate dark force. War Gods combine the two forces into one and integrate them into the marquis realm. The two forces circulate through the whole body. With the strength of his steps, with the light and dark forces, he could jump more than ten meters high!”

Braydon touched the ground lightly with the tip of his foot. Nine levels of light force and nine levels of dark force.

At the same time, it exploded at the tip of his toes!

Boom!

The ground exploded into a basin-sized scorched pit. Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes dancing in the wind. He was more than ten meters high in the air, overlooking the entire Neal family manor.

The Neal family was dumbstruck when they saw this.

Their young master could fly?

He was f*cking flying in the air!

“Big Brother!” Ginny Neal called out in surprise from afar.

Braydon looked over and smiled lovingly.

He only had one sister. Who else but him would dote on her?

Braydon landed back on the small courtyard. Everything seemed to be as light as the wind and the clouds, as if he had done something insignificant.

This caused Logan Hall’s eyes to stare straight at him. He stroked his crew-cut hair and revealed a deep sense of envy.

Braydon smiled. “Logan, stop peeking. Listen carefully. When you reach the ninth-level War God realm in the future, it will be useful for you to break through to the marquis level!”

“Yes, Sir! However, can I reach the War God level?”

Logan was not confident. In his eyes, even those at the War God level were great figures that could support the heavens.

How could he achieve that!

Tristan said with disdain, “Just look at you! Let me tell you. The people who follow the Northern King are all at the marquis level. Only Zayn Ziegler, that country bumpkin, is still a warlord!”

Logan was speechless.

His face was full of despair, and he did not dare to answer at all!

Who was Zayn Ziegler?

He was the central Hansworth commander with the title of Warblade of the Central Plains, whose might shocked the three provinces of the central plains!

In the end, Tristan called him a country bumpkin.

How was Logan supposed to respond to this?

Commander Zayn Ziegler was the most respected person in his heart!

“Zayn is still young, and he has a chance to be crowned king,” Braydon chuckled.

If King Braydon said he could be conferred the title of king, he definitely could!

Don’t forget that Zayn was not even thirty years old yet, but he was already a ninth-level War God.

He still had a few decades to live. After becoming a marquis, it would be a king.

It should be possible!

As Tristan scolded Zhang Zhongyuan for being a country bumpkin, he almost forgot that he was also a War God and not a Marquis yet.

In the next moment, Braydon made his move!

His white robe puffed up, and an invisible pressure pressed down. He raised his left hand indifferently.

His white fingers were extremely fast and landed on Tristan’s chest.

The palm landed!

Boom!

Tristan was dumbfounded. Why did he fly up?

Only King Braydon could send him flying seven or eight meters high with one palm.

Next.

Tristan was blasted into the sky like a fool. Braydon put his right hand behind his back, raised his left hand slightly, and struck out a palm.

Just like that, Tristan flew up into the sky and then fell down again. Braydon then hit him with his palm.

This kind of attack did not hurt Tristan at all, but his whole body went soft, as if his bones and joints had been opened.

Logan’s eyes were wide open.

The dignified deputy governor Tristan Yandell was being beaten like a sandbag in front of Braydon.

Tristan was dumbfounded. After being beaten for a long time, he felt that it was getting harder and harder for his body to gather energy.

He could also feel streams of air flowing from his body to his limbs and bones.

This power would help him speed up his comprehension of marquis level power.

War God level, mastery of light and dark force.

It could cause the explosion of light force and the dark force to follow like a shadow, erupting together to hurt the enemy.

The only shortcoming was that he could only exert force through his arms.

But marquis levels were different, they could use force from every part of their body.

It was just like how Braydon stood in place and allowed Tristan to attack him with all his might, but he was seriously injured in the end.

...

This was the difference!

Braydon continued to slap him and said calmly, “Feel this power carefully. Use your shoulder or leg to release your force. I’ve sealed the meridians in your arms. You can only rely on yourself from now on!”

Braydon lifted his left hand slightly, and the penetrating force in his palm was the hidden force.

The hidden force was in Tristan’s body. As the palm fell, the force would spread through the whole body.

Tristan only needed to follow this feeling and unleash his power.

As for his arms, all the meridians had been sealed by Braydon, and he had lost his intuition.

He could only rely on himself if he wanted to use light and dark force attacks!

Tristan got rid of all distracting thoughts and did not dare to act like a fool anymore. He knew that this was his only chance to break through.

A powerful king-level person, patiently helping him break through again and again.

Such an opportunity did not come by every day.

Tristan was like a sandbag, rising and falling for fifty minutes.

...

After a long time, a loud fart rang out.

Pfft!

Braydon’s face turned black, and in the next second, he was standing at the door.

Tristan fell to the ground with a dumbfounded look on his face, his face looking very innocent. He did not know why Braydon did not catch him!

However, the moment he landed, the entire ground sounded with a bang.

Tristan’s body bounced three to five meters high, and he fell heavily. His entire body was releasing the power of the dark force and the light force.

Tristan was used to using both hands to exert all his strength in one point.

Therefore, if it were any other part of his body, it would indeed be a bit difficult for him!

“You should be able to break through to marquis level after a few days of cultivation!” Braydon could see that Tristan was about to break through.

Tristan got up and smiled. He knew that he was about to break through, and it was all because of Braydon’s help.

Logan looked at them for a long time.

“Logan, do you want to learn the violent spear?” Braydon chuckled.

“I dare not. It is a king-level spear technique. My talent is lacking, so I don’t dare to learn it!” Logan hurriedly shook his head.

“You’re good with swords,” Braydon said. “There’s no need to change your path for a king-level spear technique. Find some time and let the little monkey teach you the northern sword technique.”

“Alright!” Tristan agreed.

Which soldier from the north did not know the northern sword technique?

The northern military sword combat technique was fierce and domineering. It was created by the previous general, Finley Yanagi, and was later modified by Braydon to be widely used in the army. It was a marquis-level sword technique!

That’s right, it was a marquis-level sword technique that everyone in the northern army could learn.

When used with cold sword, the power was extremely great!

“Many thanks, Young Master Braydon!” Logan was pleasantly surprised.

Braydon chuckled. He could tell that Logan was about to break through to warrior level.

Liam Neal walked out of the bedroom, holding the copy of ‘violent spear’ and constantly looking at it.

“Fourth Uncle, why are you up?” Braydon was stunned.

Liam had been hiding in Lamar city all these years, and under the restraint of his hidden illness, he had wasted his time.

Otherwise, given a dozen years, Liam could also reach the warlord level with his eyes closed.

After the black market incident, Liam realized that he had been crippled for too long. His current strength was not enough to protect himself.

He had to learn the violent spear.

“It’s just some superficial wounds, no big deal. I’m not that pampered. I saw an iron spear in your living room and wanted to use it to practice my spear skills, but I didn’t expect it to be so heavy.”

“This is the weapon of violent spear’s master. It weighs 223 pounds!” Tristan was helpless.

In the living room, there was an 18-foot-long spear. It was completely black and cold to the touch. The tip of the spear was sharp and flickered with a cold light!