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Chapter 663: Modest and Courteous Northern King
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The useless function of the wrist.w.a.tch was to evaluate the strength of a martial artist’s vitality.
Braydon Neal took out his watch, and two red numbers automatically appeared on the screen.
The first one, 1120 Na!
The second one, 1230 Na!
What did this mean?
It meant that the two pinnacles had released their powerful auras, and the auras had been detected by the watch.
“Warning!” The mechanical voice of the wrist.w.a.tch rang out. “A super pinnacle is approaching. Please retreat!”
“Two old antiques!”
Braydon sheathed his sword. He knew very well how strong these two old fellows were.
Their vitality was over a thousand Na, and their basic strength was over a hundred thousand pounds!
One punch was guaranteed to turn someone into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess.
That person would be punched into minced meat!
But today, he told antiques from Banko had appeared.
It wasn’t just the two from Junko Island.
There were others!
On Fura Island, several powerful auras filled the air, revealing anger and killing intent.
They were all old antiques.
In just a short moment, more than ten people had arrived on Junko Island.
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and smiled. “There’s no need to send me off. I’m a little tired and want to sleep for a while!”
Facing fifteen ancient pinnacle figures.
Braydon turned around and walked into the guest hall of the Durham Manor. He untied the Northern King Sword from his waist and slammed it heavily on the table. He sat lazily at the head of the table with his left arm supporting half of his face. He stretched his waist lazily and tilted his head to find a comfortable position. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, like a little brother next door.
Little did they know that almost all the martial artists in the Durham Manor had been slaughtered by Braydon.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were thousands of corpses outside.
Hanzo Takaeda’s head was nailed to the door.
Braydon, an outsider, had killed his way into Banko’s Junko Island and killed its ruler.
What a tyrannical situation!
Now that he was here, he actually had the leisure to sleep.
The two old fogeys on the Junko Island were so old that they were beyond recognition.
One of them was called Tsunehiko Hattori. He faintly stepped into the guest hall and said hoa.r.s.ely, “You fool!”
“You’re a bad egg!”
The other old thing was called Nozawa Okamoto.
Braydon closed his eyes to rest, ignoring them.
Tsunehiko revealed his killing intent and said coldly, ‘What do you think you’re doing? Who ordered you to kill Banko’s ruler?”
“I didn’t like him!”
Braydon closed his eyes, his thin lips moving slightly as he replied.
Instantly, the old men outside the door were so angry that their faces were bright red.
This white-robed youth had found the ruler of Banko to be an eyesore and had killed him just because of that.
Did he think that they were fools?
“You fool!” Furious, Tsunehiko cursed.
“Now that I’ve done it once, I’m good at it. I’ll finish what I started!” Braydon changed his position and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
He was really tired.
He hadn’t had a good rest for the past few days, and things had happened one after another.
Braydon wanted to take advantage of the opportunity in Banko to rest for a day. Otherwise, Dominic Lowe and the others would definitely annoy him when he returned to the country.
In the end, the country ruler would definitely want to confer him the t.i.tles on Mount Tanish.
Braydon was the most suitable candidate for the t.i.tle conferment ceremony!
As for the six people on the reserve list…
Were they worthy of carrying the fate of the country?
Back then, even someone as stunning as the Marquis Champion couldn’t fully withstand the fate of the Hanlon Dynasty.
In the end, he used his body to bear it, reducing his lifespan by 480 years.
He died at the age of twenty-four!
The fate of a country was not so easy to bear!
At this moment, in the Durham Manor.
Braydon’s words were constantly triggering these old fogeys from Banko.
But now, no one dared to make a move!
Tsunehiko was furious, but he still did not dare to make a move.
Nozawa was no exception.
Did these old fogeys from Banko really dare to force Braydon to stay?
They wouldn’t even dare to imprison Braydon, let alone kill him.
No pinnacle in the world would dare to make a move against the young master of Kylo. Who would dare to act rashly!
Braydon sat at the head of the table, resting with his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep.
As the sun set outside, the moonlight shone on the earth.
Night fell.
Braydon felt refreshed. He slowly opened his eyes, got up, and stretched lazily. He looked at Tsunehiko and the other 17 people. They were all old antiques with over 1,000 Na of vitality!
They were all the old pinnacles of Banko.
No one dared to make a move.
“I’m a little hungry. Have you prepared any food?” Braydon asked softly. “Men, prepare the best wine and dishes for His Excellency, King Neal!” A white-haired old man who was standing on wooden clogs slowly ordered.
Nozawa turned around and said in disbelief, “Ito, what…
The white-haired elder Ito Komura ignored him and looked at Braydon quietly. He said indifferently, “Your Excellency King Neal, do you know what the consequences of what you did today are?”
The consequences would be an all-out war between the two countries!
Unfortunately, Banko did not dare to launch an all-out war!
They didn’t have the courage.
And they weren’t so stupid!
The current Hansworth was like the sun at its zenith, flouris.h.i.+ng and beautiful for thousands of years.
A hibernating dragon had long awakened.
Banko was just a tiny piece of land. What could they use to compete with Hansworth?
If they were to provoke Hansworth at its peak, Banko would be destroyed!
Thus, these old fogeys didn’t need to use the possibility of war to scare Braydon.
The king of the northern territory was not afraid.
King Braydon, who had fought everywhere since he was young, was not afraid of any external enemies!
If Banko dared to declare war tonight, Braydon would mobilize the Northern Army and wipe out Sagos.h.i.+ma of Fura Island. He would fight until Banko was decimated.
The men of the Northern Army were all good at fighting!
He would rather die than compromise with outsiders!
As the dishes were served, they were all Asian food and all kinds of sea cuc.u.mber and seafood.
“I want to eat Western food!” Braydon frowned and said softly.
“King Braydon, don’t be impudent!”
Nozawa was so angry that he almost collapsed.
It had been many years, and they had never seen such a frivolous youth. He had trespa.s.sed into Banko, started a ma.s.sacre, committed a grave wrongdoing, and was even asking for food and drink here.
Wasn’t he too tyrannical?
“Remove the dishes and switch to Western food!” Ito said calmly.
“Yes, sir!”
The people outside the door were covered in cold sweat as they hurriedly dismissed the sumptuous banquet.
In a short period of time, someone made Western food and had people serve him.
The sumptuous Western food was all famous dishes, and even the sake was replaced with red wine.
Braydon picked up his spoon and sat down to eat quietly. He said calmly, “Wine!”
Tsunehiko was so angry that he cursed, “You fool!” “If I hear those words again, I’ll chop your head off!”
Braydon put down his spoon and glanced over.
Furious, Tsunehiko released his pressure and almost flipped the table. He said hoa.r.s.ely, “This old man has roamed the world for two hundred years, and no one has ever dared to say that they would chop off my head!”
“Then, let’s chop it down!”
Braydon instantly stood up, his left hand gripping the hilt of the Northern King Sword.
The Northern King Sword was unsheathed once again!
The moment the sword was unsheathed, it made one’s hair stand on end.
The pitch-black blade seemed to be covered in human blood!