The Strongest War God

240 Sammy Dudley, Becoming a Marquis

“I’ve basically recovered!” The poison in Sammy Dudley’s body had basically been neutralized.

Earlier, Namar’s delegation had sent six stalks of spiritual herbs, all of which were extremely rare.

Two of them were used to detoxify the poison in Sammy’s body.

This northern hidden agent, a ninth-level War God, had already recovered his peak strength!

!!

Braydon Neal raised his hand and landed a palm on Sammy’s shoulder. An invisible force entered his body.

Sammy was shocked!

He was already a ninth-level War God. As everyone knew, the warrior level cultivated the light force, while the warlord level cultivated the dark force.

On the other hand, the War God level combined both the light and dark forces into one. He raised his hand and punched out. Nine layers of light force were combined with nine layers of dark force. The power of the punch was extremely terrifying!

Sammy was a ninth-level War God. He was only one step away from being conferred the title of marquis.

His injuries had already healed, and he could start preparing for a breakthrough.

Braydon was a top-level king, so it was not hard for him to help Sammy to break through to the marquis level.

It was ten times easier for Sammy to break through compared to that simple-minded Tristan Yandell’s breakthrough.

Tristan had been stuck at the ninth-level War God level for years because he already comprehended the king-level technique when he was still at the War God level. He relied heavily on the force released from his arms and almost cut off his own martial arts path.

If it was not for Braydon helping Tristan, the little monkey would probably have been stuck at the War God level for the rest of his life, unable to move forward.

Braydon injected his force into Sammy’s body and reminded him indifferently, “War Gods can perfectly control both light force and dark force. You can only use your fists to exert force. If you want to become a marquis, you have to choose another part of your body that can exert force!”

“Both my legs!”

Sammy was twenty-six years old this year. He did not look young anymore, but he was already a ninth-level War God.

His talent was definitely not low.

Half a year ago, he was already trying to break through to marquis level.

Therefore, he knew very well that besides his arms, the most likely place to unleash his strength was his feet!

Braydon’s fair left hand rested on his left shoulder. An invisible force passed through his muscles, bones, and meridians, reaching his leg muscles and finally landing on the Yongquan point at the bottom of his feet.

Bang!

Sammy’s left shoe instantly exploded. A powerful force surged out from the bottom of his feet. The leather shoe exploded, and dust flew up from under his feet, creating a deep pit the size of a washbasin. Under the impact of a huge force, Sammy’s body flew seven to eight meters high!

In the eyes of ordinary people, this was like qinggong.

Jumping seven to eight meters high and moving like a wild goose was indeed shocking.

This was the charm of the force.

It was also the reason why martial artist practitioners yearned to pursue great strength.

The fact that his legs could explode with force and allow him to jump was a sign of a marquis.

For example, Sammy had extraordinary talent. His basic strength had already reached 300 pounds.

When the ninth layer of light force erupted, it was a terrifying force of 2,700 pounds!

There was also the nine levels of dark force, which gave him another 2700 pounds of strength.

With the combination of the two, a terrifying force of over 5,000 pounds could make Sammy jump seven to eight meters high. Was that difficult?

It was not a problem at all!

Sammy’s eyes flashed with joy as he landed steadily on the ground. He cupped his fists and bowed. “Thank you for your help, Commander!”

“Carefully experience this feeling. In less than three days, you should be able to enter marquis level!”

Braydon smiled faintly.

Sammy nodded heavily. Just now, Braydon had helped him release his strength through his legs.

Sammy had already grasped that feeling.

In the next two to three days, if nothing went wrong, Sammy would definitely become a marquis!

A person at the level of a marquis was able to beat up the commander of the Central Plains main team, Zayn Ziegler, and the captain, Hatcher Murphy.

Logan Hall stood below; his eyes filled with envy.

King level strength was something he did not even dare to dream of.

Luke Yates shouted, “Brother!”

“Time to go!”

Braydon reminded him that it was time to return to southern Hansworth.

The little fool was the commander of southern Hansworth. Why was he staying here at the Neals’ manor?

There were a lot of things happening in the six provinces of southern Hansworth every day, and many of them needed the little fool to look over.

Although the little fool was not reliable, he was still the commander of southern Hansworth. The tens of thousands of people under the southern Hansworth main team had to listen to the little fool’s orders.

“Just let me play here for a few more days!” Luke whispered.

“No bargaining!” Braydon did not agree to it at all.

The little fool was a scourge. Instead of leaving him in Preston, it was better to return him to southern Hansworth and let him harm those powerful families.

Luke was reluctant to leave. He took the Preston team’s helicopter and returned to southern Hansworth.

He had just left when Heather Sage arrived.

She was wearing a youthful sportswear and stood at the entrance of the bright hall with her hands behind her back. She raised her head and wrinkled her nose. “Little Braydon, let’s go to class!”

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“Why did you add a ‘little’ to my name?” Braydon flashed to her side.

“Because I want to!” Heather smiled.

“Commander, I’ll accompany you to Preston University!” Sammy saw that Tristan Yandell was in the capital and Luke Yates had left, so he could not help but volunteer to follow.

Braydon stopped him. “It’s more important for you to break through. Logan, don’t waste time. You should cultivate too. The strength of a warrior is too low. With Vice Commander Zito following me, you don’t have to be distracted.”

As he spoke, Old Man Zito smiled foolishly. His wizened old hand grabbed his pipe pot and squatted at the door to smoke.

The Ludwig vice commander had already sworn to be Braydon’s slave.

Wherever Braydon went, Old Man Zito followed.

As for Ernest Lanford, he stayed in the Neals’ manor and as a conferred king, he guided Logan and Sammy in their cultivation. As for Ginny’s cultivation, it was all under his supervision.

Old Man Zito came and went without a trace. Without careful observation, ordinary people would not be able to see an old man beside Braydon.

Braydon arrived at Preston University and found that the campus was extremely lively.

“I think it’s the school sports meet today,” Heather said with a smile. “But from the looks of it, you won’t be participating.”

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“It’s a child’s game. You go to class. I’ll go to the research lab.”

Braydon was a dean-level professor. He did not come to Preston University to teach.

Heather shrugged helplessly. “Alright, I’ll go to class. I don’t know how you studied in the past, but you’re just a few months older than me. Why are you a professor and I’m a student? I can’t accept this!”

“You’re a student who’s failing at that!”

Xana Thomas joked from not far away.

“Xana!” Heather’s eyes were filled with resentment.

“She’s failing?” Braydon was slightly surprised.

Heather was a famous talented woman in Preston, but she was actually failing.

However, Joseph Thomas walked over. “What’s wrong with failing a subject? My department head asked me to retake all subjects!”

“You’re quite proud, aren’t you?” Xana took a deep look at her brother.

Joseph did not care at all. Even if the direct descendant of the Thomas Corporation was a slacker, he would still be able to graduate smoothly in the future and join the Thomas Corporation.

Being born in a wealthy family meant that they were much better than ordinary people.

This was also something that could not be chosen.

“Not bad, you’ve reached the warrior level?” Braydon said softly.

“Of course. My grandfather said that I can practice the sixty-four styles of sanda until I’m a War God!” Joseph’s eyes were filled with gratitude.