Chapter 1104: Personally Entering the Arena and Killing Everyone

Chapter 1104: Personally Entering the Arena and Killing Everyone

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Actually, as long as a hidden agent didn’t give himself away, it was still very safe for him to be in a high position.

However, all hidden agents were afraid of meeting a simple-minded person like Korbyn Jessen.

Korbyn and Jeroen Zuccaro were about to start fighting.

Jaziel Sherman saw Braydon Neal’s expressionless face and couldn’t see any fluctuations. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat as he realized something.

He turned around and said, “Korbyn, stop fooling around. The Northern King is looking for you.”



“What is it?”

Korbyn turned around and looked a little silly.

Braydon looked at him expressionlessly. “Get lost!” he spat out.

“Oh!”

In an instant, Korbyn was like a dead plant. He wilted and looked a little listless.

Korbyn, who had always been fearless, suddenly cowered in front of Braydon.

Instantly, a glint flashed across the eyes of more than 80 representatives from the 100 countries. They remained calm on the surface, but they secretly looked at Korbyn and then at Jeroen.

At this moment, everyone had some guesses.

Forster Zastrow, the No. 13 hidden agent of the Northern Army, turned pale.

He was not stupid!

Forster could sense that there seemed to be a connection between Korbyn and Braydon.

This relationship was very strange.



Korbyn was most likely the No. 5 hidden agent.

The Northern Army’s hidden agents were among the higher-ups of the Ten Great Empires. This was something that all the hidden agents outside the borders knew.

Everyone knew that the hidden agents were hiding among the higher-ups of the hundred countries.

Back then, the northern territory had paid a huge price for these hidden agents.

But now, Forster was cursing Korbyn deep down. It was ridiculous for him to guess his identity in public.

If he was not careful, his identity as a hidden agent would be exposed. He would either die or return to the northern territory.

Wait, it seemed like returning to the northern territory was a good option.

Forster’s eyes narrowed, and he had a flash of inspiration. He looked at Korbyn again and suddenly realized that this simple-minded fellow was not a fool. He was probably smart as a whip!

Korbyn was making a mistake!

He had made a mistake in front of Braydon and had openly guessed the identity of the Northern Army hidden agents.

He was giving Braydon an eyesore!

Korbyn wanted Braydon to send him back to the northern territory in a fit of anger.



This was the Alpha Empire.

Juneau and the others were from Hansworth.

Even if they violated the rules of the Global Martial Artist Summit, so what!

Juneau and the others were supreme pinnacles.

Would the Alpha Empire want to judge the supreme pinnacles?



The Alpha Empire knew very well what would happen if they did so.

Juneau and the others would never obey the trial. They would definitely retaliate.

The Alpha Empire would not be able to bear the consequences of the battles of supreme pinnacles.

The destructive power of the supreme pinnacles was really too great.

If the supreme pinnacles were to launch a mad counterattack and head to the city before their death, they would definitely be able to easily drag the entire city’s people along with him.

Therefore, regardless of the countries, they were not willing to become enemies with the pinnacles of the upper three ranks.

Once they became enemies, they would send out pinnacles of the same level to kill them and not let them escape.

Otherwise, if a martial artist of this level escaped, he would definitely be a big problem in the future.

In the 11th arena, Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, looking around at the tens of thousands of martial artists present.

The prodigy martial artists from the Ten Great Empires were gathered in the Alpha Empire.

“I’m Braydon Neal, a nobody from Hansworth. I’d like to invite the geniuses from all over the world to teach me,” Braydon stood in the arena and said softly.

Lester Crawford and the others in the spectating seats gasped when they heard the word ‘nobody’.

Looking at the hundred countries in the world, who didn’t know the name ‘Braydon Neal’?

Braydon was famous in Hansworth.

He was famous all over the world.

But now, he was calling himself a nobody.

Braydon stood in the arena. There were plenty of people who wanted to challenge him.

Among them, there was no country in the world that did not want to kill Braydon.

On the high platform, the representatives of the hundred countries had solemn expressions as they watched the black-robed youth on the 11th arena.

The Black Dragon Guardian Robe of Hansworth once represented supreme glory.

The previous owner of the Black Dragon Guardian Robe was a living legend.

The previous master was Beckett Neal.

A hundred years ago, he was the leader of the powerful families, the head of the Neal family, and a legendary emperor who lived to this day.

In the entire world, Beckett was the only emperor at the great success stage.

Braydon stood in the 11th arena.

Soon, someone went up the stage.