The Strongest War God

Chapter 1063: I Don’t Care About Rules

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This was another game between the Northern Army and the powerful families.

The battle between the Northern Army and the powerful families was a fight to the death when they stepped onto the arena.

The little fool pulled out the two cold daggers at his waist and looked around vigilantly. He even clumsily released his mental power.

This little fool had just opened his spiritual aperture.

He wasn’t familiar with the use of his mental power.

At this moment, in the face of a strong enemy, using mental power was like a flaw.

A cold smile appeared on Seymore Weber’s lips. With a thought, the sixteen figures in front of him waved their palms at the little fool.

The moment he made his move.

The little fool’s mental power captured Seymore, and he charged at him with his two daggers, howling.

His golden vitality was instantly released.

At this moment.

The blade light was a thousand feet long which was slashed horizontally.

“Idiot!” Seymore’s original body had already moved behind Luke Yates as he said coldly.

At this moment.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

A layer of vitality appeared on Seymore’s right hand. Like a blade, he stabbed it into Luke’s waist.

With a hand blade, it pierced through Luke’s waist and stomach.

Blood splattered across the sky.

A tragic scene appeared on the spot.

On the high platform, Braydon Neal’s face was filled with killing intent. The Northern King Sword had already appeared in his left hand.

Frediano Jadanza and the other Northern Army elites all released terrifying killing intent.

The killing aura soared to the clouds.

On the stage, the little fool spat out a mouthful of blood. He did not cry out in pain, nor did he scream. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot. He said hoarsely, “Bastard, how dare you lie to me? Die!”

“What?”

Seymore’s eyes revealed a look of shock and anger.

His right hand, the blade that had pierced through Luke’s stomach, was held tightly by Luke’s right hand.

Then, Luke held the blade in his left hand, the handle facing upward, and the blade aimed at his abdomen.

This was mutual destruction!

There was no one in the Northern Army who was afraid of death!

Although the little fool was protected by his elder brothers since he was young, he was also a son of the Northern Army.

He was an important person among the elites of the Northern Army.

Among the sons of the Northern Army, Luke was the youngest.

Although there was now Colton Jansky, Frediano and the others still treated Little Fool as their youngest brother. They usually doted on him and let him fool around.

This was the younger brother they had protected since they were young.

However, since he was young, he had so many brothers protecting him, so he did not have any arrogance.

Although he was mischievous, he didn’t bully the old nor the young!

He was not afraid of death!

“Die!” said Luke in a low voice.

Swoosh!

He held the blade in his hand.

The blade pierced through his abdomen and sank into his body.

One stab, two wounds.

He hurt himself and Seymore.

This was the last move of the Northern Army bladesmanship.

During the most difficult period in the northern desert, on the battlefield, many Northern Army men perished together with their enemies in desperate situations.

Until today, no one from the Northern Army had ever surrendered.

There were no prisoners!

Therefore, of the top ten elites of the hundred countries in the world, the Northern Army could enter the top three definitely because of how they did things.

With Luke’s slash.

Everyone was silent.

Since the start of the Martial Artist Summit, this was the first time that someone had died together with the other party.

This scene happened to a soldier of the Northern Army.

“Cough!”

Seymore coughed up blood and struggled to break free. “You lunatic!” he said in a low voice.

He pulled his hand back, holding a glowing round object.

It was an emperor seed.

This was Seymore’s goal, to forcefully dig the seed out from Luke’s body.

The wound was bleeding profusely.

Seymore kicked Luke away and made him kneel on the ground.

All the martial artists in the ring venue looked at this scene in horror.

Was there another soldier of the Northern Army who was about to die in battle?

The person who was the younger brother of King Braydon.

Everything happened in a flash.

In a battle between martial artists, life and death were often decided in an instant.

“You’re courting death!” A cold voice resounded throughout the ring arena.

The person who spoke was Khalil Zorn.

The battle in the arena had yet to end.

Khalil forcefully descended onto the arena and interfered with the match.

“This is a battle between martial artists!” Judge No. 7 said. “No interference is allowed. Violators will be disqualified!”

“Get lost!”

Khalil’s cold gaze landed on Judge No.7.

Boom!

The bones in the judge’s body almost shattered on the spot. He flew back hundreds of meters and fell on the ground.

Luke knelt on the ground, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth. When he closed his eyes, his consciousness was already blurry. He muttered, “Brother, brother, I want to go home…”

A weak voice reached Khalil’s ears.

“I’ll bring you home!” Khalil bent down and picked him up.

“Brother…”

Luke closed his eyes and called out to Braydon.

The home he wanted to return to was the northern desert!

It was where the Northern Army was stationed!

“Brother, it hurts…” Luke said weakly.

“It won’t hurt soon. You’re not allowed to sleep, understand?”

Khalil attacked to disrupt the battle. The pain in his mind made him recall some painful experiences.

His entire family had died in the hands of traitors back then. His father and younger brother, whom he loved the most, had died in front of him.

That painful experience had originally disappeared from Khalil’s memories along with the ice seal.

But today, he had recovered them.

This made Khalil really furious.

The little Luke in his arms seemed to be his little brother.

With the emperor seed and Khalil’s interference, Seymore didn’t dare to stay any longer. He turned around and ran off the stage.

“Trying to run?”

Khalil held Luke in his arms and stared coldly at Seymore.

With a thought, the pressure of heaven and earth reappeared and imprisoned Seymore.

If he ran off the stage, he would still die!

Seymore was terrified. He knew that Khalil was a supreme pinnacle. He shouted for help. “Grandpa, save me!”

“Fellow Daoist, the Martial Artist Summit has its rules!”

A white-haired old man led hundreds of people from the Weber family and approached the ring.

Before they could speak.

“I don’t care about rules!”

Khalil looked over coldly.

Swoosh!

The pressure of heaven and earth descended, followed by the power of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth transformed into an invisible spear.

It seemed to be a hundred meters thick and a thousand meters long.

The attack landed.

In the center of the white-haired old man’s position, a thousand-meter-wide crater appeared. It was a hundred meters deep.

The martial artists in this area were smashed into powder without leaving any bones behind.

This was a supreme pinnacle attack.

This terrifying strength was so terrifying that everyone was shocked.

He was truly invincible.

There were more than 100 people in the Weber family, and none of them survived.

They were all dead.

The martial artists in the entire venue were in chaos again.

Back then, Channing Lestrange had killed 10,000 martial artists with a single strike.

Now, there was another Khalil who completely disregarded the rules of the Martial Artist Summit.

If you were a supreme pinnacle, you would probably be even more arrogant than Khalil!

No one made a sound.

As the chief examiner, Braydon stood on the high platform and watched everything coldly.

Seymore’s eyes were filled with despair and fear. He couldn’t move as he was completely suppressed by the power of heaven and earth.

He was already in despair!

Khalil held onto Luke and looked at Seymore. He asked softly, “No one has ever dared to ignore my words. Do you know what he calls me?”