The Strongest War God - Chapter 400
Chapter 400: The King of Seven, Syrus Yacca!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon, who was in the small courtyard of the villa, heard this voice and his eyes flashed.
A moment later.
Braydon couldn’t help but smile. “Why is he here?”
“Little fool, the guy who cheated you of your money back then is here!” A sincere smile appeared on Luther Carden’s face.
White-clothed Qualls chuckled, “I’ll go and pick him up!””
“Don’t go. Get rid of him!”
Luke Yates clamored as he gestured. He was smarter than a thief, urging Braydon and the others to chase away the yellow-clothed young man.
This scene made Luther laugh.
Over the years in the northern territory, the little fool was not afraid of anyone except his brother.
Back then, he was not even afraid of his teacher, Finley Yanagi!
During his mischievous period, he even put chili powder in Finley Yanagi’s clean underwear.
In the end, the old commander’s face turned green with anger.
As expected, the little fool was beaten up.
This fellow had always been tough to beat since he was young. He was beaten up on the first day, but he went to sleep and got out of bed the next day without a scratch. He was still alive and kicking.
This was Luke.
In the end, at the entrance of the small courtyard, a bright laugh sounded. “This is my first time here, and I hear from afar that someone wants to chase me away!”
A young man in yellow entered the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
His clothes were embroidered with a dragon!
A lifelike true dragon was embroidered on this yellow robe. The dragon’s head was on the chest, and it was extremely majestic! Not everyone could wear such clothes!
Golden dragon robe!
Royal guard, Syrus Yacca!
He had arrived!
Speaking of Syrus Yacca, who in the country did not know him?
He was a ruthless person who won seven consecutive championships at the National Martial Artist Summit.
The National Martial Artist Summit was held once a year and gathered all the martial artists in the country who were over 16 and under 50 years old.
It was divided into three categories!
They were the junior youth, youth and middle-aged. There would be three champions from the three categories.
There were many martial artists in the country.
The organizer of this competition was Dragon City.
They would choose the most monstrous geniuses and treat them like royalty.
Every year, tens of millions of ordinary students would take the college entrance examination and their future would be determined by their scores.
This was known as the literary test by martial artists.
However, what no one knew was that there was also the martial examination. The martial examination was a tradition that had existed for over a thousand years. It was impossible for it to be abolished now. This was the rule left behind by the ancestors.
The martial examination had to continue-
However, it would not be made public to ordinary people. It would be made public to the military, Dragon City’s twenty-four divisions’ ministers, powerful families, aristocratic families, and sects. Age was the only qualification to participate.
There was also a hard condition.
That it had to be a martial artist!
As for Syrus, this ruthless person…
He was the champion of every martial artist summit!
What was a champion?
The champion of the three categories, the junior youth, youth, and middle-aged, would be the overall champion. But this guy had won seven times in a row.
He was known as the King of Seven!
He was a genius of the current generation, extremely talented, and had been practicing martial arts by the side of the country ruler since he was young.
Do you know how special he is?
There was no one in Dragon City that he could not afford to offend!
Syrus entered the living room, bent over and said softly, “Royal guard Syrus greets the Viceroy!”
“Stop fooling around. Why are you here?”
Braydon smiled like a spring breeze. They were close to one another.
Only the little fool had a dark face and said in a low voice, “Puppy Yacca, return my money!”
“Little fool, you’re still thinking about the two dollars!
Syrus chuckled and turned to Braydon. “Cole said that you died. This matter has gone too far. The Dragon City has been shaken, and all the ministers of the twenty-four divisions have been detained in the main hall of the Dragon City!
“The first decree is for me to lead the royal guards to Mount Sheburg and investigate this matter thoroughly. If you really have died, all twenty-four ministers of Dragon City will be buried with you!
“Even Dominic Lowe is no exception. All of them will be sentenced to death.”
Syrus’s smile was as bright as fireworks.
He told them the consequences if Braydon were dead.
If the Northern King were to die, the important ministers of Dragon City will be blamed.
In the eyes of the country ruler, Braydon was still young. He was not even twenty years old.
He was definitely a teenager!
If Dominic and the other old men failed to protect Braydon and he died…
These old fellows would have to die to atone for their sins!
Syrus said softly, “I have received a secret order to kill the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. All the eighteen staff-using monks are to be killed, and the temple is to be sealed for ten years!”
“The Shaolin Temple wouldn’t agree to that.”
Luther chuckled.
Syrus’s lips curled up slightly. “The royal guards have been mobilized. Their spears are pointed at Mount Sheburg. If they disobey the country’s orders, Mount Sheburg will be razed to the ground. The thousand-year-old temple will be turned into smoke!”
It was rather straightforward.
None of the seven elites of Hansworth were good people.
They were all iron-blooded people!
The people who believed in killing as protection were not limited to the northern army.
“Dragon City asked you to lead your troops to Mount Sheburg, so how did you end up here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I didn’t believe the fake news. The royal guards are being mobilized to Mount Sheburg, but I don’t need to personally investigate.” Syrus said it calmly, and there was nothing wrong with what he said.
He had come to visit Braydon on the way, but no one knew.
Braydon couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s wearing a true dragon robe, and he’s crowned the King of Seven. He’s in charge of the royal guards. But why does he still look like a child?”
“Brother, look at you talking about me. What’s wrong with your body?” Syrus stepped forward and held Braydon’s wrist with his left hand.
At this moment, Syrus’s body emitted an innate domineering aura.
Accompanied by a powerful pressure, it swept through the entire Neal family manor.
Yuri Qualls was dumbfounded. ‘What the f*ck! Half-step pinnacle?”
“What the f*ck, didn’t you tell me last year that you were only at the marquis level?”
Luke exploded.
Syrus actually lied to him!
This bastard had touched the pinnacle of martial arts with his pinnacle ninth-level king cultivation.
He was a half-step pinnacle!
“The ruler passed on the Nine Dragons Secret Technique to you?” Braydon laughed lightly.
“Yes. He wanted to pass it on to you, but you didn’t want it, so he passed it on to me.”
Syrus’s eyes revealed helplessness as he talked about this matter.
Dragon City felt that they owed Braydon, so they kept rewarding him.
However, Braydon rejected all of them.
When Dominic and the others were in Dragon City, they guessed that Braydon had a grudge against Dragon City.
However, despite his resentment, Braydon had never criticized Dragon City.
To blame Dragon City was to blame the country!
Braydon would never utter such words in his life.
Even if there were flaws in Hansworth, Braydon’s generation would fix these flaws and make this prosperous world even more beautiful.
However, the resentment in Braydon’s heart did not exist because he had suffered a lot.
It was because of one thing.
It was regarding his teacher, Finley Yanagi, disappearing just like that.
His teacher’s whereabouts were unknown. Was it really related to the yin-yang people?
If it was related, why didn’t Dragon City do anything?
Until now, they had not given Braydon and the northern army an explanation! It was this matter that Braydon was still brooding over, unable to forget..
