The Strongest War God

55 Who Said That I’m A Warlord?

Braydon put his hands behind his back and watched calmly.

Jude roared, “That’s my only son! You cut off one of his arm, so you must die tonight. Leave your last words behind!”

As soon as he was done speaking, the sixty security guards in black on both sides slowly pulled out the long swords from their waists, which were shining with a cold light.

On the surface, the entertainment center’s security guards maintained the law and order here, but in reality, they were all Jude’s thugs.

How could Jude’s hands not be stained with blood in order to become the boss of the Southern Territory?

Braydon stood there proudly and he remained motionless.

The secretary’s cell phone buzzed and vibrated. She frowned and reminded him in a low voice, “Boss, Mr. Joseph is calling!”

“Answer the call!” Jude said with a sullen expression.

Immediately after the call was connected, Joseph’s angry voice sounded immediately, “Jude Danes, I think you must be insane. You actually dare to make a move on my buddy?”

“Mr. Joseph, I didn’t spoil Miss Xana’s birthday party earlier. Let me tell you, Braydon cut off my son’s arm this morning. He must pay for this blood debt!”

Jude’s voice was hoarse, even though he was the Thomas family’s lackey.

However, Jude felt that his company had earned a lot of money for Thomas Corporation over the years, and the debt that he owed to the Thomas family had long been paid off.

And he, Jude, was also a middle-stage martial arts practitioner!

Martial arts practitioners were divided into three classes and nine grades!

Jude was also a martial arts practitioner from Preston City. He was a respected figure, so how could Old Master Thomas reprimand him?

Now, Joseph, who was a younger generation of the Thomas family was actually treating him in this manner. Jude had long been unable to tolerate this.

After the call ended.

Jude said coldly, “Braydon, let me tell you, neither the Sage family, nor the Thomas family will be able to protect you today!”

“You might have misunderstood!” Bradyson smiled slightly.

The female secretary sneered, “Misunderstand? What you did in the morning was captured claerly on the traffic cameras. It’s no use even if you beg for mercy!”

Jude’s eyes were filled with disdain. He did not expect that Braydon would be a coward who was already beginning to feel afraid.

“When I said that you misunderstood, I meant that I don’t need to rely on anyone, let alone ask for anyone’s protection!” Braydon said as he glanced at Jude.

“You guys are nothing in my eyes!”

Braydon smiled faintly and his calm words did not lose their dominance.

Jude was furious. “Bastard! Break his arms first! For many years, no one in Preston City has dared to speak to me like this!”

The sixty security guards rushed forward.

Braydon placed his hands behind his back and moved in the next moment.

He moved as fast as a dragon’s roar and no one could see it clearly but when Braydon returned to the place where he was standing earlier, the sixty security guards felt severe pain in their legs. They lowered their heads and saw blood gushing out like a fountain. All of them fell to the ground. Their wails resounded throughout the entertainment center, frightening all the customers who were here.

The cold smile on Jude’s face gradually froze, and then he felt a tingling feeling on his scalp.

“Ancient martial arts practitioner?” The security captain’s hands were trembling.

Braydon chuckled, as if he had just done something insignificant.

However, it was precisely because he was an ancient martial arts practitioner, and Jude was also a martial arts practitioner that Jude could feel how terrifying Braydon was, even more.

He had injured sixty people in one go. His wrist was ruthless and he did not hesitate at all, which proved that he had experienced killing.

What was even more terrifying was that even Jude could not do such a thing.

“Warlord level?” The secretary’s face turned pale.

Jude was even more terrified.

Jude was not afraid of provoking ordinary people, but he was provoking a warlord level martial arts practitioner.

Why would an expert of this level appear in Preston City?

“How is this possible?!” Jude exclaimed in shock.

His shock came from the fear in his heart. He could not accept this reality.

A warrior level martial arts practitioner was already an existence that he looked up to.

There were three hard requirements for a martial arts practitioner to reach the warrior level.

The first condition was strength.

The second condition was speed.

The third condition was light force!

These three factors were indispensable. This was why there was not a single warrior level martial arts practitioner among the ten to twenty martial arts practitioners in Preston City.

If a martial arts practitioner wanted to reach the warrior level, an unorthodox martial arts practitioner like Jude would need at least ten years of hard work to figure it out on his own without the guidance of a famous teacher or the inheritance of ancient martial arts.

Even ten years of hard work might not be enough to reach the warrior level.

Talent was especially important.

There were too many people in this world who had put in a lot of effort but were unable to reach the warrior level.

If one worked hard and could constantly break through in strength, there would be no poor or weak people in this world.

For example, if one were to meet a genius like Braydon, a hundred years of hard work would not be able to match the enemy’s cultivation for half a year.

Talent was too important in the path of ancient martial arts!

At this moment, the door was kicked open, and Joseph and Fredie barged in.

...

“Braydon, are you alright?” Joseph heaved a sigh of relief.

It was not that he was overly worried, but it was because he knew that a despicable person like Jude was used to underhanded methods. If he were to use any kinds of poison, even a martial arts practitioner who was not paying attention would fall for it.

Braydon was obviously fine, but the sixty security guards were all wailing miserably. Their throats were hoarse and the smell of blood was strong.

“Mr. Joseph, save me!” Jude came back to his senses.

Jude was not someone who could afford to offend a warrior level figure and he was begging Joseph to save his goddamned life now.

Joseph did not even bother to say a word. The lackey that the Thomas family had supported had stabbed him in the back in the end, and he even dared to make a move on his buddy.

Joseph naturally could not be bothered to save him!

“Braydon, are you okay?” Heather trotted over.

However, Jude’s mistress who was also his secretary, held a pistol with both hands as she stood at the door and shouted angrily, “Don’t move. I’ll kill anyone who dares to move!”

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back of Heather’s head.

Heather’s body stiffened and her clear eyes were filled with fear.

...

Jude was pleasantly surprised. “Well done, Lina. Who the hell are the Thomas and Sage family? Fuck them!”

“Let her go, and I’ll guarantee that you can leave Preston City alive!” Joseph had a cold expression in his eyes.

The female secretary, Lina, sneered. “Mr. Joseph, do you think that I’m a three-year-old kid that’s so easy to fool? If I let her go, my boss and I will definitely die!”

Braydon glanced over and was ready to make a move.

But Lina said, “Mr. Braydon, I know that you are a powerful martial arts practitioner. A warlord level can come to my side in the blink of an eye but I can pull the trigger in 0.3 seconds. Don’t act rashly. I will pull the trigger at the moment when I don’t see you!”

Braydon looked at her and said softly, “Who said that I’m a warlord level?”

“What?!”

Joseph was stunned.

Lina was even more dumbfounded for a moment and cried out, “If you’re not at the warlord level, then are you...”

Before she could finish her sentence...

Swoosh!

Braydon did not move but a terrifying pressure swept across the entire seventh floor and the A4 papers flew everywhere.

This pressure caused Jude to lose his voice in fear. “Atmospheric pressure, ability to suppress thousands of people, the God of War!”

The God of War’s pressure formed an invisible force that pressed down on Lina. Aside from being able to move her eyes, her body felt like it didn’t belong to her, and she could not feel her fingers.

Braydon took a step forward and the Northern King Sword appeared in his hand.

After the pitch-black sowrd light passed, a black hand flew up and there was another hand on it.

Lina’s wrist was completely broken at the root, revealing the deep white bone stubble. Her shrill cry caused everyone in the entertainment center to feel their goosebumps rising. They had no idea what was happening on the seventh floor.

Braydon embraced Heather’s slender waist and hugged her in his arms.

He held a sword in his left hand to kill.

And he had a beauty in his right hand, for tenderness!

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