The Strongest War God Chapter 1038 – Competition Among Peers

Chapter 1038: Competition Among Peers

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Braydon Neal turned around and rubbed Colton Jansky’s head, ruffling his hair into a chicken nest.

The contestant he was talking about was Channing Lestrange.

This extremely dangerous young expert had definitely opened his spiritual aperture and killed the two self-destructing sovereign pinnacles with one palm.

How strong was he?

Braydon was unable to make an assessment.

However, one thing was certain. Channing had registered to participate in the summit.

How many people there were like Channing?

No one could give an accurate number.

Lazlo Abbott said softly, “As far as I know, many old guys who cultivate in seclusion have sent their successors to the capital. None of them are weak. They don’t care about the rewards from the capital. What they care about is the rankings!”

“Rankings can’t be eaten!”

The little fool mumbled.

Lazlo burst into laughter and said softly, “In historical records, the golden age of martial arts has only appeared twice. The first time was in the First Nation era. The First Emperor swept across the world and created an unprecedented golden age. A large number of martial arts experts emerged!

“However, since ancient times, the golden age of martial arts has lasted for a long time. It takes time for prosperity to decline. However, the First Nation fell too quickly, and the Hanlon Dynasty continued the golden age of martial arts. It can be considered a period!

“The second golden age appeared in the Togo Dynasty.

“The predecessors have compiled some documents based on the two golden eras, listing the similarities and preserving them for future generations.”

Lazlo stood beside Braydon and told him what he knew.

According to the records, the geniuses who emerged during the golden age would have much higher achievements than the older generation!

Just like modern martial arts, before Braydon had the fate of the country, many martial artists had spent their entire lives cultivating, and the highest level was once king level.

However, ever since Braydon had inherited the fate of the country, many martial artists had discovered that the bottleneck that had trapped them for half their lives had unknowingly loosened.

A ninth-level king had a chance of becoming a pinnacle martial artist.

And it wasn’t difficult!

Lazlo said softly, “The so-called golden age is when the world of martial artists becomes wider. In the past, kings were the ceiling. The changes that have happened have turned into a golden age where even the pinnacle is no longer the ceiling.”

“I’m using myself to boost the country’s fate. The environment for martial arts cultivation is indeed more beneficial to martial artists.”

Braydon admitted this point. As the son of the country’s fate, he was the most familiar with the changes in the country’s fate.

“Our generation is born in the golden age. In the future, we will be the ceiling of the martial arts world!” Lazlo chuckled and said.

The current ceiling of the martial arts world was the supreme pinnacle realm.

It was very likely that they would surpass the supreme pinnacle realm.

Lazlo continued, “The Martial Artist Summit that you all know of has long been seen by those people as a fight for fate. When the golden age arrives, you and I will both be young dragons. We will step on the shoulders of our peers and walk to the peak, transforming into true dragons!”

The little fool was listening in, stunned.

He said suspiciously, “What fight for fate? Golden age? This golden age was founded by my brother!”

Lazlo fell silent.

To be precise, he was stunned by Luke Yates’s words.

Unknowingly, Lazlo had also fallen into the theory of the golden age of martial arts.

Little did they know that the current golden age of martial arts was created by Braydon himself and was regarded as the era of new martial artists.

The golden age of martial arts was the new martial arts era!

Braydon used his own strength to boost the country’s fate, and all the martial artists in the world benefited from it.

Lazlo said that these people were using the Martial Artist Summit to compete for fate. They used this platform to determine the winner and loser, and to determine who would stand at the top of the martial arts world in the future.

However, Braydon, who carried the fate of the country, was right in front of him.

How could the so-called martial artist’s own fate compare to the fate of the country?

Thus, Braydon remained indifferent.

He was not interested in such things at all.

“Big brother, you’re making me feel a little pressured,” Braydon said softly as he returned to his seat.

“It’s good to have pressure. You’ve been dominating the northern desert these few years, practically sweeping aside martial artists of the same generation in the outside world. You rarely have opponents. Now, having a few more opponents to temper yourself is also good for you.”

Lazlo knew how terrifying Braydon’s talent was.

Braydon’s talent was above Lazlo’s; he was almost like the ceiling.

Lazlo and the others were chatting on the high platform. The nine arenas below were engaged in fierce battles every second.

On the first day of the Martial Artist Summit, the true geniuses did not make a move. They were all hidden in the venue to observe the situation.

After all, people like Channing had been sealed in ice for countless years.

They had just been born not long ago, and the world they were familiar with had already changed. They needed some time to adapt and familiarize themselves with their peers who could threaten them.

As the sky turned dark, the Martial Artist Summit did not stop.

Because the Martial Artist Summit lasted for a month, regardless of day or night.

The nine arenas operated day and night. All the judges and referees would not leave the arena.

That was why Braydon had said that Dominic Lowe had chosen too few judges.

Braydon took advantage of the darkness to return to the Garrison Courtyard.

His teacher, Martial Emperor Yanagi, and his sister, Ginny Neal, were waiting for him in the Garrison Courtyard.

“Teacher, how are you feeling?” Braydon bent down and picked up his sister. He knew that Skylar Neal had brought the little girl to play in the capital for the entire afternoon.

Martial Emperor Yanagi smiled faintly. “Senior Lujan refined the Blood Cleansing Pill at noon. After Ginny and I consumed it, all the blood poison was removed. I heard that you were attacked during the day.”

“The Woodard family of Qali did it. Their goal was to lure me out of the capital.”

Braydon told him about the attack that happened during the day.

“It’s not just the Woodard family of Qali behind this,” Martial Emperor Yanagi said calmly. “The entire aristocratic family entity wants you dead.”

“Young Master, Jevan Cox and Stratford Layton haven’t returned yet. They should still be searching for the supreme pinnacle outside the capital who is ready to ambush you.”

Hyrum Lujan came out of the room.

Braydon shook his head and said, “Have them come back. The supreme pinnacle who wants to kill me in secret is very cautious. He won’t be found so easily.”

Hyrum also understood that with Jevan and Stratford’s abilities, if they couldn’t find that person after spending an entire day, then the hope of finding him at night was pretty low.

Martial Emperor Yanagi changed the topic and asked about the Martial Artist Summit.

Braydon didn’t hide anything and told his teacher what he was thinking.

Martial Emperor Yanagi listened quietly, and his expression became even more solemn.

According to Braydon, the participants of the Martial Artist Summit this time were all young martial artists who had been selected from various places.

Geniuses from the powerful families and aristocratic families could not stir up much of a wave.

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The truly dangerous martial artists were the inheritors of the old hermits, and people like Channing, who had awakened from a frozen state and had unfathomable strength.

If this kind of martial artist were to fight until his eyes turned red in the Martial Artist Summit, even the older generation martial artists might not be able to suppress the situation.

Martial Emperor Yanagi frowned and asked, “Can a genius like Channing be accepted by the Northern Army?”

“If he were still young and had no solid foundation, it would have been possible, but I’m afraid there’s no hope now.”

Braydon had personally witnessed Channing’s actions.