The Strongest War God

255 One Blade Piercing the Heart, Killing a Martial Artist!

“What?”

Stetson Little was furious.

He could not accept this ending.

“Grandpa, save me!” Tina Little was starting to panic.

The Preston main team base had ten floors of underground space, which was specially used to imprison unruly martial artists who had committed major crimes but did not deserve death.

The ten levels of the Preston main team’s dungeon cause fear in the hearts of martial artists.

Steve Xavier knew what to do. Holding his cold sword, he walked toward Stetson, whose legs were crippled.

When he was young, he was known as the king of hell. When he saw this situation, his eyes revealed a fierce light. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and landed a palm on Steve.

Bang!

The powerful force sent Steve flying.

Everyone’s eyelids twitched, but they quickly understood that Stetson would definitely die.

Therefore, it was not difficult to understand why he was trying to fight back.

Stetson shouted angrily, “Tina, run back to the Preston mountains and find your Grandpa Gates. He can protect you!”

“Grandpa!”

Tina still had some conscience and could not bear to part with her grandfather.

However, Braydon Neal’s eyes flashed with coldness. There were thousands of people in this market!

Stetson actually dared to attack Steve in public.

This was the leader of the Preston main team.

He openly resisted and injured Steve, which was a precedent. In the future, how would the Preston main team be able to intimidate martial artists?

Braydon slightly raised his left hand, and an invisible force supported Steve, who was flying backward, to dissolve the dark force in his body. His left hand grabbed at the air.

Steve’s cold sword flew out. It was pushed by an invisible force, ignoring the grass and trees in front of it and looking for a gap.

Swoosh!

The black blade pierced through Stetson’s chest and heart, nailing him to the ground.

This scene made everyone’s eyelids twitch. What a ruthless Northern King!

A blade piercing through the heart to kill a martial artist!

“A martial artist attacking a member of the special operations team. According to the ironclad law, he must be killed on the spot!” Braydon said coldly.

His cold-blooded words shocked all the martial artists present.

Bob Jorkins and the others could not help but lower their heads.

Tina fled, and a mournful voice sounded, “When I find Grandpa Gates, all of you will die!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, his toes lightly stepping on the ground.

A stone flew up and Braydon waved his palm.

Whoosh!

The sharp sound of air being torn apart made the small stone shoot out like a bullet.

Following that was Tina’s miserable cry, causing the members of the Preston main team to quickly chase after her.

In the end, they found some blood on the spot. Tina had already escaped.

After all, she was warrior level martial artist, and her speed of escaping was still very fast.

With Braydon’s status, it was impossible for him to personally go after a warrior level.

Therefore, the Preston main team would be responsible for this matter!

“Send out a C3-grade kill order,” Steve said decisively. “Head to the Preston mountains and bring Tina Little back!”

“Yes, sir!”

The remaining members of the Preston main team then moved out.

Steve turned around and wanted to thank him.

However, he realized that Braydon had already left in a car.

Joseph Thomas was driving his Mercedes-Benz G-Class. He wanted to say something on the way back but hesitated. It seemed that he had something on his mind.

“Commander, you’re back.” Sammy Dudley bowed slightly.

“Is everything alright at home?” Braydon calmly got off the car.

Sammy shook his head slightly. “Yes. The old chairman asked about your whereabouts this morning. He seemed to hope that you could spare some time to visit the company more often.”

“I’ll go over when I have time.”

Braydon knew what his father was thinking.

He was the eldest son of the third generation of the Neal family and would inherit the entire Neal family in the future. Now that the company had gone public, it would belong to Braydon and Ginny Neal in the future.

In the end, Braydon had not even been to the company for half a month.

Louis Neal felt helpless.

If it were the other wealthy families, those juniors would sharpen their minds and dream of inheriting the position of the head of their respective families. They would control the resources of their families at will and be respected by others.

Unfortunately, Braydon had an incomprehensible indifference toward these things.

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It was as if this white-robed youth had never missed the fame and fortune of the human world!

But if one were to think about it carefully, it was not difficult to understand.

Braydon was in charge of the northern army, and his achievements were unparalleled. With his young age, he was conferred the title of the Northern King, and his name had long spread throughout Hansworth.

If the Neal family could give Braydon fame and fortune, the capital could also give it!

Unfortunately, Braydon, who liked to lay low, did not care about these things.

Joseph could not help but say, “Brother Braydon, I want to join the Preston main team!”

“Do you want to have the same privileges as the members of the Preston main team?”

Braydon held Heather Sage’s hand and returned to his small villa. He then asked Logan Hall to prepare dinner.

Joseph shook his head. “I’m a martial artist too. I think the environment in Preston main team suits me better. Only martial artists can identify with each other. I go to Preston University every day to attend classes. My classmates are all ordinary people, so it makes me feel lonely.”

This was a problem that every martial artist would encounter.

In layman’s terms, martial artists were different from ordinary people. Living in the secular world with ordinary people around them would make one feel out of place.

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This sense of loneliness would appear from time to time.

It was different in the Preston main team. Even the supernumerary members were martial artists. The things they usually discussed were also related to martial arts.

Joseph hesitated for a while before mustering up the courage to say it.

Braydon’s deep eyes stared at him quietly.

Braydon staring at Joseph caused his hair to stand on end!

“Lonely?” Braydon smiled faintly. “This feeling accompanied me for thirteen years before I returned to Preston. I sat alone on the summit of Mount Bliz, asking who in the world dared to be king. It might seem glorious, holding such monstrous power and fame, but that loneliness was a hundred times stronger than what you feel!”

Braydon had endured this loneliness since childhood.

He had never mentioned it!

As a martial artist, Joseph could not stand this sense of loneliness.

Braydon silently endured the loneliness for thirteen years!

If he were to go to Mount Taniah in a month’s time and become the brightest star in Hansworth, he would be the most powerful person in the country.

It was equivalent to becoming a God, high and mighty, and a sense of loneliness would accompany him for the rest of his life!

“You’re too high up,” Joseph said weakly. “I just want to join the Preston main team and be with the same kind of people.”

“Do you know that once you join the Preston main team, your life will no longer belong to you?”

Braydon’s gaze was solemn. “All members of the Preston main team are to be on standby 24/7. They have to wait for orders. Once the order is given, they have to carry out the mission immediately!

“If we encounter a B-grade tricky mission that threatens the safety of the city on a large scale, all the members of the Preston main team, from Steve to the supernumerary members, will go there even if they know that they will die!

“This is the meaning of the existence of the special operations teams.

“Even if you know that you’re going to die, you still have to listen to orders. Those who escape will be killed on the spot.”

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Braydon stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

He was more patient than usual.

If it was a stranger, Braydon probably would not even say a word.

“Stinky brother, you’re not allowed to join the Preston main team.” Xana Thomas’ eyes were filled with worry.

“You silly baby, don’t speak!” Joseph’s face darkened. He did not treat Xana as his elder sister at all.

“Brother Braydon,” he said seriously, “I’ve thought about everything you said. I think the Preston main team is more suitable for me. That’s why I’m asking you for help!”