The Strongest War God

Then his identity was obvious.

Bob Jorkins cupped his fists and went forward, kneeling on one knee. With a trembling voice, he said, “Martial artist Bob Jorkins greets the Northern King!”

Everyone was silent.

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Bob broke out in cold sweat. He was terrified.

Even if his head exploded, he would not have thought that this Commander Neal would descend upon this market.

If he had known earlier, he, Bob Jorkins, would definitely have laid down ten miles of red carpet to welcome the arrival of the Northern King.

Not all martial artists in the world were fierce and aggressive. There were also people they respected.

This person was the northern region’s commoner, King Braydon.

Heather Sage smiled playfully and said, “Hehe, martial artist Heather Sage greets the Northern King!”

Her playfulness made Braydon Neal feel a little helpless. “Don’t fool around, sit down!”

“Alright, don’t make things difficult for them. It’s such a good place. If it’s destroyed, there won’t be a place to play in the future.”

Heather was actually pleading for them.

At the end of the day, she was still a girl with a kind and gentle heart.

Unlike people like Braydon, who were used to killing in the northern territory, who wore military uniforms when they were young and had experienced countless wars.

Braydon had personally been in the battlefield countless times.

He had experienced many battles with over 100,000 people, but this kind of large-scale killing battle was not enough to alarm Braydon. Any one of the ten ruthless men under him could shoulder this kind of battle.

The Northern King, who pursued the idea of killing, was decisive and iron blooded. He was different from ordinary people.

If Braydon were to get angry, he would definitely mobilize the Preston main team or the imperial guards of the Central Plains to raze this place.

This had already become a habit.

Although Heather looked like a lotus, she was the number one talented woman in Preston. After spending time with her, she knew Braydon’s personality.

The killing intent forged in the northern territory would not be changed in an instant.

She could only subtly influence and change it bit by bit, making Braydon look like an ordinary person in society.

Braydon had been in the northern region since he was seven years old. He was taught by a teacher and was surrounded by soldiers of the northern army. The environment he grew up in was different from that of an ordinary child who had received nine years of compulsory education.

Thus, Braydon looked indifferent when he returned.

However, his mother Laura Quinn, could tell at a glance that her son did not fit in with this world.

Or rather, the outside world was incompatible with Braydon.

She believed that the people around Braydon would be able to sense this difference.

With Heather’s intelligence, she had long sensed this. As such, she had been slowly correcting Braydon’s way of handling things.

Braydon’s deep eyes stared at her mischievous behavior, sensing her thoughts.

In the northern region, if anyone dared to try to subtly change the Northern King’s mind, they would have been killed by the guards of the northern army on the spot.

Braydon glanced at Bob and said softly, “Get up. The martial artist market isn’t recognized by the Preston main team. If Steve Xavier comes to you in the future, tell him that I’ve allowed you to run this place. Then, they won’t touch you.”

“Yes, sir!”

Bob wiped off the cold sweat on his face, then he became ecstatic.

With Braydon’s words, not to mention the Preston main team, even the people from the Central Plains team would have to retreat.

This was simply a great gift.

Bob was also very astute. He turned around, cupped his fists, and sincerely said, “Thank you, Ms. Sage!”

“Why are you thanking me?” Heather tilted her head and blinked her eyes. She smiled sweetly, looking a little playful.

Bob did not dare to look directly at her. He knew deep down that if it was not for this beautiful girl today, his market would have been razed to the ground.

Even his life might have been gone.

If he offended the Northern King, no one in the world could protect him.

Bob remembered this kindness in his heart and was also secretly surprised. This girl was so powerful that she could change King Braydon’s killing order.

In the eyes of the martial artists in the outside world, the Northern King who sat high in the palace was a legend that they had to look up to.

Braydon held her cold hand and went outside. He found that there were more people in the market.

Looking at the scale, there were already more than a thousand people.

It was as lively as a big gathering.

Heather forgot about her earlier unhappiness and continued to play with Xana Thomas.

It was as if all the martial artists had forgotten about the shrewd stall owner. No one was willing to waste too much time on a hoodlum.

Braydon stood under a banyan tree with his hands behind his back. Old Man Zito was squatting beside the tree, smoking.

“Old Man Zito, you’ve lived for more than half of your life. Let me ask you a question!” Braydon was a monster with a mind like that of a demon, yet he was actually asking someone else for advice.

Old Man Zito’s hand trembled, and he almost dropped his pipe.

His face was dark. He felt Braydon had nothing better to do and wanted to find trouble with him.

Old Man Zito said in a low voice, “If you’re unhappy, then go find trouble with that Jorkins guy in the house. I’m an old man. I can’t take it anymore.”

Braydon could not help but laugh.

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What was this old man thinking?

He was not a silly little boy who liked to torment people.

Braydon’s handsome face had a hint of worry, causing Old Man Zito’s eyelids to twitch.

The king of the northern territory had a worried look on his face?

What was he trying to do!

Braydon was a supreme existence that many people envied.

He was young and held a high position. He was in charge of the strongest army in Hansworth. Millions of cavalries were loyal to him and were willing to follow his orders.

This monstrous person was conferred additional titles last night.

Yet, the god-like man had a worried look on his face.

Old Man Zito was scared out of his wits. He shrunk his neck and squatted on the ground, not daring to make a sound. He was afraid that Braydon would be in a bad mood and beat him up.

At that time, there would be no place to reason.

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Even if he went to the capital to complain, it would be useless. After the previous incident, even if Dominic Lowe saw Braydon, he would probably have to avoid him in the future.

Even Dominic could not even afford to offend the north.

Old Man Zito was on the verge of courting death. He frantically probed, “You have more worries of a young man than when you came back from the northern territory.”

“I noticed that my state of mind has changed. It should be because I have someone I care about.”

Braydon admitted.

In the past, he sat alone on Mount Bliz, cold and emotionless, and was the iron blooded commander.

Now, in the Neal family manor, his parents were still alive. He had a younger sister, Ginny Neal, and Heather, who had been engaged to him since he was a child. Although they had been arguing about breaking off the engagement in the past, both parties were in the wrong when it came to their relationship. If they quarreled and cleared up the misunderstandings, their relationship would be closer.

“To put it simply, you have a more human touch than before!” Old Man Zito said in a low voice.

Braydon did not mind. There were only the two of them under the banyan tree; there was no third person.

There was no need to worry about what he had to say.

Braydon said softly, “In a month, I will have to face two choices. The first choice is to head to Mount Tanish and accept the titles. I will be blessed by the fate of the country. From then on, I will be the pillar of the country and be alone!”

“This will let that girl down!” Old Man Zito glanced at the smiling Heather.

This smile was something that Braydon had to protect for the rest of his life.

Braydon exhaled. “If I forgo the titles, I can stay in Preston. We can spend the rest of our lives together. This is the second option.”

“So, what should you do? I can’t do anything about it!” Old Man Zito was not stupid.

He knew that this was the reality that Braydon had to face.

The two choices had two outcomes.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, or a beautiful woman.

It was a problem that had troubled countless proud sons of heaven.