The Strongest War God - Chapter 166
166 Three Main Stages of a Martial Artist
After Tristan Yandell said that, Liam Neal’s eyes went dull, and he was totally stunned.
There were eight grandmaster blacksmiths in the northern army, and they were all Braydon’s disciples?
This was too terrifying!
When Braydon was in the northern territory, he reorganized the database of the north, including the library, and ordered the collection of forging techniques of various eras.
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Westley Hader used his authority as the governor to access the capital’s database and shared it with the north.
The five commanders behind the five main teams, Gordon Low and the others, did not say anything. They sorted out the various incomplete ancient scrolls and sent them to the north.
Braydon had spent half a year to sort out all the ancient books and come up with a complete grandmaster’s way of refining artifacts.
In just two years, he had trained eight grandmaster blacksmiths for the northern army!
More importantly, the northern army had mastered the complete art of weapon refinement.
It meant that in the future, there would be an endless stream of grandmaster level blacksmiths.
This was the scariest part!
And all of this came from the hands of King Braydon.
In the hands of Braydon, the northern territory had really reached the peak!
Furthermore, the young king of the northern territory was not even twenty years old.
This was the most terrifying part!
At the age of twenty, for a king level figure, his blood Qi had not reached its true peak!
A martial artist’s life was divided into three stages.
In the initial stage of growth, the adaptability was strong, and the growth was rapid. It could be used to test the talent of young martial artists and judge their future achievements.
In the second stage, his body’s age and blood Qi had reached their peak. His strength would be the most terrifying at this point!
A peak king-level person could pose a threat to all the countries in the world. They were a deterrent force.
An ancient warrior at their peak would not fear any enemy.
In the end, when a martial artist reached his peak and fell, he would walk towards his twilight years.
The aging of the body and the decline of vitality were a must for martial artists!
When a king reached the end of his life, his Qi and blood would be reduced to an unsightly state, and even his cultivation would fall.
As a result, his strength would fall greatly!
These were the three stages of a martial artist’s life.
As for King Braydon, he was not even twenty years old.
The three sons of the north were all at this age!
Such strength at such a young age?
Do you think the three sons of the north would surpass king level in the future?
And ordinary people’s lifespans did not exceed a hundred!
At the age of thirty, all the functions of the body had reached the peak. It was as if it was made of plastic, irreversible and irreparable.
After the age of thirty, the body functions of ordinary people would slowly decline.
When you reached forty years old, your risk of illness would increase, and your physical strength would not be able to keep up with your youth. You would feel that your physical fitness had declined significantly.
This was the process of aging!
However, a king-level martial artist could live for three hundred years!
Three hundred years of lifespan was divided into three stages.
How many years would it take for the three sons of the north to mature?
How many years would it take for them to reach their peak?
King Braydon had terrifying potential.
It had been verified when Braydon was nine years old. When he became a War God at the age of nine, he attracted eight king-level figures from outside the borders to kill him.
This kind of genius that shocked the world; in his young body, hid a suffocating and terrifying potential!
If they were to grow, they would be unstoppable, and even king level would not be their end.
Surpassing king level was the most terrifying!
At that stage, one person could massacre an entire country!
This was King Braydon!
At this moment, when Logan Hall heard that the eight grandmaster blacksmiths of the north were all disciples of the commander, he was extremely shocked. Then, he smiled bitterly. Today, he finally knew why the king of the northern region was called a thousand-year genius!
The millennium genius, King Braydon, was no joke.
The ability of a genius that appeared once every thousand years was not something that ordinary people could compare to.
Old Man Zito mumbled to himself. His heart ached for the three hundred thousand dollars, and he wanted to follow them to look for Kendrick Lua no matter what.
As for what he was going to do, he was obviously going to ask for a refund!
Old Man Zito was afraid of being poor. Liam Neal spent three hundred thousand without even blinking and even bought a broken weapon. He simply had too much money to spend.
Logan personally drove to Kendrick Lua’s place.
Braydon asked Liam about his requirements for the weapon when they were on the way.
As a martial artist, a handy weapon could maximize his strength.
Liam thought for a while and said, “Make it according to the size of the dragon gall spear!”
The dragon gall spear was his ideal weapon, but it was too heavy. He could not even lift it. If he used it to kill the enemy, he would be killed by the enemy in the end.
Just the weight of a king-level weapon was enough to limit the usage of lower-level martial artists.
As such, one would not expect low-level martial arts practitioners to be wandering around with king-level weapons.
Even if he gave it to Liam, he would not be able to use it!
Braydon already knew what to forge for him. He then felt the car slow down. They had already left Preston city center, arriving at the urban village areas.
In a small courtyard, the chimney was emitting black smoke.
“This is Kendrick Lua’s home,” Logan got off the car and said.
“I’m going to beat him up!” Old Man Zito insisted on following them and wanted to get the three hundred thousand back.
Only Old Man Zito would do such a tasteless thing.
At the entrance of the small courtyard, a young man covered in sweat walked out and asked in surprise, “Are you here to find my master?”
“Ask Kendrick Lua to come out!” Logan stepped forward.
The young man was taken aback. “Oh, it’s you Mr. Hall. My master won’t be accepting any business this month. If the Preston team wants to forge weapons, please come back on the 1st of next month.”
“You’ve misunderstood me. We’re not here to ask Kendrick Lua to forge a weapon. We have other matters to attend to.”
After Logan had finished speaking, he glanced at a middle-aged man in the small courtyard.
This middle-aged man was bare-chested and full of explosive power.
He was Kendrick Lua
A ninth-level warrior!
“Who’s at the entrance?” Kendrick was a little impatient.
“Master, Mr. Hall from the Preston team is here,” the young man turned his head and said respectfully.
“Then come in!” Kendrick put down the big iron hammer in his hand, lit a cigarette, and glanced at the group of people who came in through the door.
When he saw the person who came in, he was a little surprised.
The Preston team’s Logan Hall and the Neal family’s fourth master had actually come together!
Tristan Yandell’s eyes were not kind. He threw over a piece of iron and said angrily, “You made this thing?”
“This is…”
Kendrick could hardly recognize it. It was the iron spear he had forged himself.
In the end, it had been twisted into a fried dough twist by someone!
Kendrick’s face darkened. “I made it. What can I do for you?”
“Refund the money!”
Old Man Zito shouted at the top of his lungs, and Tristan jumped.
This made Tristan secretly curse, ‘This old thing has been blinded by money!’
Kendrick’s face darkened. “Fourth Master Neal, what do you mean by this? Money is a small issue, but by doing this, are you trying to humiliate me?”
Kendrick’s body began to emit a faint sense of anger.
The weapon that he had personally forged had been congealed into a fried dough twist and was thrown in front of his face. They were even asking for a refund.
This was clearly a slap in the face!
Liam forced a smile and was about to explain.
But Old Man Zito straightened his neck and shouted, “Refund! How dare you ask for three hundred thousand for whatever you have forged? Give me back the money, or I’ll smash your stall!”
