Chapter 1042: Kill Order

Chapter 1042: Kill Order

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The force landed on Scorpio Woodard’s Adam’s apple and shattered it.

Scorpio clutched his neck, his face flushed red. He could not say the words ‘I admit defeat.’

“Referee!” The Woodard family shouted angrily from below the arena. “Scorpio has already admitted defeat!”

“The words ‘admit defeat’ must be said by the participant himself. I didn’t hear it!”

The middle-aged referee looked at the Woodard family members coldly.

“Why you!” The Woodard family member said angrily.

“Those who interfere with the arena competition will be killed!”

The pinnacle judge’s attitude was unyielding.

This sentence shocked the Woodard family.

The pinnacle judge was holding the small pendant tightly in his palm.

The pendant was golden and looked like a small Qilin.

The little golden Qilin had a number inside.

He was a hidden agent from the Northern Army!

The pinnacle-level Northern Army hidden agents were not allowed to show themselves without military orders.

The pinnacle judge witnessed Farron Sampson’s death from the arena.

There was hatred in his heart!

In the arena, Scorpio was terrified as his throat had been sliced. His face was red as he turned around and fled, wanting to jump off the arena and admit defeat.

“Seal!”

Swoosh!

Braydon Neal’s body was filled with vitality, enveloping the arena and forming four red walls.

He was clearly not giving Scorpio a way out.

Scorpio’s eyes were filled with despair.

He had killed Farron earlier, but he had never thought about the consequences.

Braydon held the Northern Cold Sword in his left hand and walked toward him gently.

He raised his black blade and slashed it across Scorpio’s neck.

A head flew up, its eyes filled with fear.

If Braydon wanted to kill him, no one could stop him.

This battle without any suspense came to an end in just a short while.

A middle-aged man from the Woodard family stood up. His eyes were red. He stood up and questioned Braydon. “Royal Highness Garrison King, you are a conferred pinnacle. You challenged a weakling and even killed him. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

“Private fights are prohibited in the venue. I’ll wait for you outside the venue. I’m a commoner from the northern territory. I accept the challenge of all the martial artists from the aristocratic families!”

Braydon walked down the stage and replied softly.

The middle-aged man’s expression turned extremely ugly.

He didn’t dare to leave the venue to challenge Braydon.

Because that was no different from courting death!

“Bring him back to the north and bury him on Mount Bliz. He...” Braydon said softly.

Braydon didn’t finish the second half of his sentence.

Keon narrowed his eyes and sneered. “A cripple?”

Maddox wasn’t good with words. He walked onto the ring and glanced at the referee.

The referee of the fifth arena was actually Greg Jessup.

A true Northern Army hidden agent!

“Get ready, both of you. Let’s begin!” Greg said calmly.

“A cripple dares to challenge me? I want to see where your confidence comes from!”

Keon took a step forward and released a pinnacle pressure from his body.

A low-level pinnacle with a vitality of 1,000 Na.

With his pinnacle body, he could punch out a force of 100,000 pounds.

The battle of pinnacles would attract the attention of all the martial artists.

Maddox stepped onto the arena without saying a word.

His single arm drew the black blade from his waist.

The cold sword was unsheathed, emitting a red sword light.

Only when the vitality left the body and poured into the blade could the blade light be formed.

Maddox had already reached the peak of the Advanced Level?

It seemed that the ten bottles of Big Blood Clotting Pills that Braydon had given him had taken effect.

100 bottles of Big Blood Clotting Pills.

Each pill could increase a pinnacle martial artist’s vitality by 200 Na.

One pill was equivalent to a year of hard work for an ordinary pinnacle cultivator.

In reality, many ordinary pinnacle martial artists could not even cultivate 200 Na of vitality in a year.

Maddox had taken the spirit pill, and his vitality had increased tremendously.

He could already release his vitality.

He must be a high-level pinnacle.

His vitality had broken through 10,000 Na.

This scene shocked many people.

Had the Northern Army become so powerful?

A random one-armed youth was already at the pinnacle realm.

The pinnacle era of the Northern Army lineage had arrived long ago.

Keon’s pupils constricted, and cold sweat instantly covered his entire body. He said in horror, “High-level pinnacle?”

Swoosh!

Maddox gripped his sword with killing intent.

Back then, he, Greg, and Lorenzo Hale dared to violate the Northern Army’s ironclad law.

Even the regimental commanders of the Northern Army dared to act first and report later.

Now, the one-armed Maddox’s sword was ten meters long.

Keon had no strength to retaliate under the sword light.

There was no comparison between a low-level pinnacle and a high-level pinnacle.

The sword fell, and Keon’s corpse lay on the spot, his blood splattering the arena.

Maddox sheathed his sword, turned around, and left. His actions were clean and crisp, without any hesitation.