The Strongest War God Chapter 1199 – Chapter 1199: Do I Need You to Teach Me?

Chapter 1199: Do I Need You to Teach Me?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The fluorescent light posed a significant threat.

With a swift swoosh, two red rays of light shot toward Braydon Neal at lightning speed.

Having suffered a prior loss from the Black Cloud Panther, Braydon understood the formidable combat strength and deadly trump cards possessed by high-level spirit beasts.

Hence, he had been on guard for quite some time.

As the two red rays materialized, Braydon deftly flashed, leaving behind a myriad of white afterimages against the backdrop of the sky.

The red lights, however, seemed to be fixated on Braydon, relentlessly pursuing him.

Even with Braydon’s speed peaking at 1,200 meters per second…

The light’s speed proved even more formidable.

Nowhere to hide, Braydon found the two red lights behind him closing in with a swiftness surpassing his own.

Braydon turned around, and he drew the Northern King Sword from his waist.

The sword unsheathed, slashing horizontally, but the sword light dissipated on contact with the red lights.

The two crimson beams trailed him persistently, forcing Braydon to block with his sword.

Bang! Bang!

Two consecutive sounds echoed as the force sent the Northern King Sword flying, the streaks of crimson light following suit.

Another beam landed on Braydon’s body, the unstoppable light piercing through his chest and severing his heart meridian—a clearly fatal strike.

A single cough expelled blood from Braydon’s mouth, his eyes now bloodshot.

The eighth-level python king understood the effectiveness of its attack, believing Braydon to be on the brink of death.

However, Braydon’s countenance remained composed.

Having once fallen to Tony Wally’s sword on Heavenly Mountain, he relied on the Thousand Feathers Technique to recover.

Activating the Thousand Feathers Technique, Braydon’s injuries began to recover, albeit at a significant cost.

The eighth-level python king stood stunned, witnessing Braydon’s rapid recovery from what seemed like a mortal wound.

Historically, spirit beasts boasted robust physiques, while plant cultivators were known for their vitality.

Yet, today, the eighth-level python king witnessed a human with vitality surpassing even that of a plant cultivator.

Simultaneously, in Braydon’s spiritual aperture, the green-clothed man questioned, “Kid, where did you learn the forbidden technique to heal yourself? Why does it look more and more familiar to me?”

“This is a forbidden technique I created in my youth. If you wish to learn it, I can teach you!” Braydon responded.

Ignoring him, the green-clothed man snorted, “Do I need you to teach me?!”

Undeterred, Braydon carried on, leaving the green-clothed man bewildered.

The battle between Braydon and the eighth-level python king was far from over.

After ten days of cultivation behind the waterfall, Braydon had consumed 10 transcendent-grade spirit pills, and his vitality had surged to 380,000 Naa.

The vitality limit of the ascendant pinnacle was 360,000 Na, presenting a formidable display as Braydon approached the inimitable pinnacle realm.

In comparison to the eighth-level python king that was on the cusp of entering the ninth level, Braydon still appeared somewhat weaker.

The python king, sensing Braydon’s abnormality, once again conjured a fluorescent light above its head, poised to launch another attack.

Facing the impending onslaught, Braydon braced himself for the python king’s assault.

Braydon wielded the Thousand Feathers Technique, rendering him an adversary the python king couldn’t eliminate.

Both combatants possessed potent trump cards, yet Braydon wasn’t one to endure a thorough pummeling.

His speed surged as he swiftly grabbed the little fool, making a hasty retreat.

Once again, the two brothers made a dash for safety!

In the face of an unbeatable foe, Braydon opted for a strategic withdrawal.

No need to engage in a life-or-death struggle with an eighth-level python king at the moment.

Carrying Luke, Braydon turned to glance at the pursuing eighth-level python king, determination etched on its face as it chased him fervently.

This marked the second time they found themselves fleeing from an eighth-level python king.

The colossal eighth-level python king relentlessly pursued, toppling numerous towering trees in its path.

However, none of the obstacles managed to hinder its pursuit.

With a swift speed of 800 meters per second, the python king was no slouch.

Yet, Braydon, employing the eight pinnacle techniques, outpaced it at 1,200 meters per second.

In mere seconds, the two brothers vanished into the sprawling sea of greenery.

Escaping once more, the eighth-level python king found itself unable to keep up for the time being.

Braydon and Little Fool had now delved deep into the wilderness, distancing themselves by at least 300 miles from the Small Divine City.

As they ventured further from the city, the peril increased.

The duo navigated the treacherous terrain, entering the territory of another eighth-level python king.

These territories possessed a keen self-awareness, prohibiting other spirit beasts from trespassing—a lesson learned from their previous encounter, where they were chased for thousands of miles.

Taking refuge in this new territory, Braydon lowered his aura and remarked, “We’re still too weak. While we can handle seventh-level spirit beasts, dealing with eighth-level ones capable of challenging supreme pinnacles requires more strength.”

“Brother, when can we go home?” Luke, feeling homesick, yearned to return to the 14th ancient city and the outside world.

“The wilderness is incredibly perilous,” Braydon cautioned. “We’ve faced ninth-level spirit beasts, let alone eighth-level ones. To traverse over ten thousand miles of wilderness, we need to be at least at the sovereign pinnacle realm.”

“Alright then,” Luke replied, although he wasn’t entirely sure about the concept of the sovereign pinnacle realm.

As long as his brother reached that level, it seemed satisfactory.

Following this, Braydon instructed Luke to dig a hole in the ground, not a cave.

Luke found himself about a hundred meters underground, in a living space with two bedrooms, as the two brothers sought refuge beneath the earth’s surface.

With night falling and their wilderness camp vulnerable to spirit beast attacks, the underground hideout promised safety.

Braydon still had 27 bottles of transcendent-grade spirit pills.

He handed 7 bottles to Luke and said softly, “In the years to come, not only will I reach the sovereign pinnacle realm, but you will also attain this realm.”

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“Oh!” Luke reluctantly accepted the pills, shooting an unfriendly look at the white ape. “Old monkey, why aren’t you cultivating?”

“I’ve hit a bottleneck,” replied the white ape, eyeing the little fool.

“Don’t bother Senior White Ape unnecessarily, Luke,” Braydon advised, helpless.

“Brother, you cultivate. I’ll guard you!” Luke pledged, patting his chest.

Braydon regarded him with a calm expression.