The Strongest War God-Chapter 1710: What a Bitter World

Dharma returning to the body!

The same happened for Magnar Forbord. The Dharma returned to his body, and his combat strength surged by 10,000 times.

"Path returning!" Braydon Neal chuckled.

Huey Schwartz’s pupils constricted, and Magnar was also stunned.

The 10,000 Dharma Idols all entered Braydon’s body.

Braydon’s Dharma Idols were clearly different.

One appeared as a monkey with red fur, wearing a western battle robe, purple-gold boots, and holding a long stick.

It looked like a great monkey.

It wasn’t strange for a few of the ten thousand Dharma Idols to be different.

The Dharma Idols entered Braydon’s body one after another.

Braydon’s aura covered the heavens and earth, directly suppressing Huey and Magnar.

With 500 Dharma Idols, Braydon felt as if his body was saturated.

The terrifying power in his body needed to be vented.

He said softly, "Summoning swords!"

Swoosh!

The surrounding vegetation became swords, and ten thousand swords swept over.

"Heavenly Execution!" Braydon pointed at Magnar.

One Finger Heavenly Execution!

Magnar’s body suffered a fatal blow.

The black and white token inside his body turned into a strange power and saved him from death.

Magnar’s body disappeared, leaving behind a shattered black token.

Braydon spread his golden wings and came in front of Huey.

He said softly, "I hope you won’t go back on your word!"

"Damn it!" Huey’s expression was uncertain as he felt the terrifying pressure from Braydon’s body.

However, having a master was something he had never thought about.

He would rather die than acknowledge Braydon as his master.

As for the agreement, he didn’t even make an oath, so it didn’t matter if he went against it.

Even if it was an oath, Huey would not fulfill it.

"Looks like you’re going back on your word," Braydon said, shaking his head.

"Better to act shamelessly than be a slave!" Huey retorted, dismissing him.

He left a black and white token at his feet and disappeared.

Braydon stood there, deep in thought.

These guys were dangerously pushing their luck!

No one had ever dared to fool him like this.

They were tempting fate in front of a raging tiger!

If Braydon used the Divine-Slaying Strike, the black and white token would lose its effectiveness, and he could kill them in the trial world.

"I knew they would go back on their word," Mayfly said angrily as he walked over.

"If you have any information on their location, tell me directly," Braydon replied.

He had one request: the list of the three fugitives—Mervyn Cataldo, Huey, and Magnar.

Every time Braydon saw them, he would kill them.

Meanwhile, everyone saw the changes in the rankings.

Braydon’s ranking had reached the top.

Magnar had nearly 300 million points.

In the second year of the trial world, all plundered points were multiplied by five.

Braydon’s personal points had reached 2 billion, putting him at the top of the list!

Nameless once again occupied the top spot, pushing Magnar’s name down.

Everyone knew what had happened—Magnar had been killed by Braydon!

Yet another super genius was killed by the nameless person.

However, many people were puzzled.

Why had the nameless person skipped Huey?

Little did they know that Huey was not spared either.

He committed suicide, but didn’t lose any points.

Due to the rules, the points could not be added to Braydon.

However, there was no difference between Huey committing suicide and being killed by Braydon.

Even if Huey had not committed suicide, he would have still died at Braydon’s hands.

Mayfly, ever the diligent worker, went searching for those three elusive fugitives.

He spread the word that anyone providing information on their whereabouts would be heavily rewarded.

The three fugitives didn’t dare to show their faces.

As Braydon was bored, he sought out the person who was originally ranked seventh on the trial board.

To his surprise, it was a girl named Samara Lazenby, who looked very cute.

Those unaware might think she was Gordon Lowe’s sister.

But despite her innocent appearance, the straightforward Braydon chopped off her head.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Was he kidding?

This was the younger sister of the original number one on the trial board.

Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to touch this girl.

But Braydon was brave.

He not only chopped her into pieces with one slash but also tricked her into signing a contract where the winner would be the master and the loser the servant.

Unsurprisingly, another shameless one!

Another fugitive had escaped—Samara.

During this period, Mayfly provided information and discovered traces of Mervyn.

Braydon walked over with a sword and chopped him into pieces.

Mervyn was killed for the fifth time.

His mentality was nearly destroyed, and he cursed Braydon in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happened, with Braydon around, none of the seeded contestants would have a good time in this trial!

Serge Gasquet, originally ranked sixth on the trial board, had mysteriously gone into hiding.

Even though he was hiding in a cave, he was still flustered.

Four of the top ten contestants had already been killed by that madman.

Was it going to be his turn soon?

Braydon walked through the wilderness, checking his points.

Killing Samara had almost doubled his points, adding 2 billion.

These points seemed worthless, but they were highly concentrated in the hands of the geniuses.

Braydon specifically hunted the top few geniuses, plus the five-fold increase in the second year, his points were at the top with a terrifying number.

All the competitors were dumbfounded.

This nameless person was too evil.

At this speed, even if his points broke through 10 billion, it probably wouldn’t come as a surprise.

At the end of the wasteland, at the foot of a lone peak, Braydon stood, ready for whatever came next.

"Northern Army’s Braydon Neal, please enlighten me," said Braydon softly, dressed in white.

It was a simple sentence, but it caused Serge, hidden in a cave, to have a mental breakdown.

He had concealed himself so well—how had Braydon found him?

Emerging from the cave with a dark expression, Serge noticed people peeping around him, filled with curiosity.

It was probably these onlookers who had exposed his location.

With outsiders present, he couldn’t admit defeat.

Serge’s smile stiffened. "I didn’t know you were here. Sorry for not welcoming you!"

"You’re welcome," Braydon replied with a smile like a spring breeze. "I have a bet. I wonder if you’re interested?"

"Not interested," Serge refused immediately.

He wasn’t stupid—he knew accepting this invitation meant death.

"If that’s the case, then there’s nothing to talk about," Braydon said expressionlessly.

Swoosh!

He attacked on the spot, striking across the sky.

Dharma Idols appeared one after another.

After this period of battle, Braydon had 600 Dharma Idols with him, yet his true strength had yet to be fully displayed.

There was still the monarch art—Braydon was waiting for a real expert to show himself.

Unsurprisingly, Serge was killed, leaving behind a broken black-and-white token.

Another fugitive on the list!

A total of five people had escaped.

Among them, Mervyn was the unlucky one, killed by Braydon five times but still stubbornly refusing to withdraw from the competition.

Moreover, on the trial board, Braydon saw a familiar name in the top hundred: Little Fool!

The little fool had advanced to the eternal realm, earning more than 30 million points and entering the top 100 of the rankings.

Braydon smiled like an elder brother as he looked at his points.

Total points: 6.5 billion!