Chapter 663 - 663: Modest and Courteous Northern King
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The useless function of the wristwatch 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 wristwatch 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 bloody 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 hoarsely, “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?”
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, flourishing 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 Sagoshima 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 cucumber 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 trespassed into Banko, started a massacre, 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 hoarsely, “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!