Chapter 1178 - Chapter 1178: You Can’t Protect the Person I Want to Kill!
Chapter 1178: You Can’t Protect the Person I Want to Kill!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Even though both sides were aborigines, they instinctively regarded each other as enemies.
At that very moment,
“Saadat, what happened?” A dignified and steady voice resonated.
“Grandpa, there are wanderers!” Saadat Hatendi turned around and reported.
His grandfather, Ghauth Hatendi, was an elder of the Mahona Tribe and a noble.
He was formidable!
Braydon Neal glanced over and saw an old man in a gray robe descending rapidly into the area.
Saadat’s gaze was sharp, focusing on the small tree behind Luke Yate. His eyes burned with passion as he spoke in a low voice, “Rare treasure!”
“Inimitable pinnacle!”
Braydon sensed the aura of Saadat and warned Luke.
This was a pinnacle martial artist of the upper three ranks.
“That’s not as frightening as an eighth-level spirit beast,” the little fool remarked in a low voice.
The two brothers had been chased by an eighth-level spirit beast for thousands of miles, experiencing firsthand the terror of such a creature.
Compared to an eighth-level spirit beast, Saadat was an inimitable pinnacle.
Braydon and the little fool were capable of fighting.
Both had reached the ascendant pinnacle realm.
Braydon placed his right hand behind his waist, holding the Northern King Sword in his left hand. “Little Fool,” he said calmly, “capture the rare treasure!”
“Alright!” The little fool picked up the small tree and carried it on his back.
It was evident that Braydon and Luke coveted this rare treasure!
This action undoubtedly angered Saadat.
“As wanderers, you dare to offend the Mahona Tribe?” The old man said coldly.
“The world’s rare treasures belong to the virtuous!”
Braydon’s smile was like a spring breeze. Despite his ragged clothes, it couldn’t conceal his inner immortal temperament.
“I’m a man of virtue!” the little fool asserted confidently.
“Kill them!” Saadat’s eyes turned cold.
Their Mahona Tribe had invested significant manpower and resources in this place for half a month. They couldn’t allow others to benefit from it.
In any case, they had to obtain the rare treasure today.
The Mahona Tribe had already reported the news of the rare treasure’s discovery to an important figure.
That influential person was waiting for them to deliver the goods.
If the treasure were lost, how would the Mahona Tribe explain it to that lord?
The Mahona Tribe couldn’t afford to be blamed for losing the treasure.
These aborigines didn’t want to waste any more time and attacked.
During their previous conversation, four to five hundred aborigine warriors had quietly surrounded them.
Braydon had long since noticed this little trick.
The reason he didn’t care was that the only person who could threaten Braydon and Luke was the inimitable pinnacle Saadat.
“It seems that you’re planning to snatch my brother’s things, sir,” Braydon said softly, holding the Northern King Sword in his left hand.
“Nonsense! We were the ones who discovered this rare treasure first.”
Saadat was instantly infuriated.
Braydon moved like a ghost. He said softly, “I’ve mentioned that the world’s rare treasures belong to the virtuous. My brother is a virtuous person. Don’t you understand?”
“Kill him!”
Of course, Saadat understood.
Braydon and the little fool aimed to snatch the rare treasure.
A fierce battle erupted instantly.
In the ruins, rules were scarce.
Braydon’s speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he was already before Saadat, the Northern King Sword in his left hand.
The blade flowed like a ribbon.
“Saadat, retreat quickly!” Ghauth shouted in alarm and anger.
“You can’t protect the person I want to kill!”
The sword in Braydon’s left hand unleashed a domineering light.
Overpowering Sword!
The blade was sharp, cutting Saadat at the waist.
With a slash at the waist, his body was split into two.
“Bastard!”
Saadat’s eyes instantly turned red. He didn’t expect Braydon’s strength to be so terrifying.
It wasn’t that Saadat had underestimated Braydon.
Braydon’s vitality had been sucked away by the lotus flower.
This caused Braydon’s aura to be like a martial artist who had just advanced to the pinnacle realm.
Therefore, Saadat hesitated to make a move.
However, Braydon’s speed and the sword light he emitted were not the combat strength of a low-level pinnacle.
Saadat wasted no time and launched an immediate attack!
The power he wielded was fueled by his vitality!
His vitality had a pale red hue!
It didn’t align with the vitality of martial artists like Braydon.
Braydon and his comrades, on the other hand, had blood that was vividly red.
Despite the difference, they shared a common bond.
Martial arts interconnected them.
An inimitable pinnacle unleashed his vitality like a shining star, creating intense pressure that caused the surrounding vegetation to bow.
Without hesitation, Braydon charged forward.
The two engaged in a fierce exchange.
Saadat raised his hand and struck down.
His vitality power hit Braydon like a cannonball.
A charred pit, stretching a hundred meters, marked the spot where Braydon stood. Many aborigines were also injured in the process.
Surprisingly, Saadat showed no concern for the lives of those aborigines.
He simply didn’t care.
And Braydon didn’t care either!
The Northern King Sword slashed horizontally, its sword light growing even brighter.
This was the overpowering sword.
The sword would not rest until the enemy perished.
Without the enemy’s blood, the sword would not return to its sheath.
The Overpowering Sword’s terrifying aspect lay in its escalating strength with each strike.
Each subsequent slash was twice as powerful as the previous one.
It only ceased when the enemy was dead.
However, the Overpowering Sword had a drawback – it couldn’t be wielded against high-level martial artists.
Against someone like a supreme pinnacle, the use of the Overpowering Sword would be suicidal.
The Overpowering Sword consumed substantial energy. Even with all his strength, it might not harm a supreme pinnacle.
What was even more alarming was that once one’s vitality was depleted, the Overpowering Sword would persist until the enemy succumbed. It continuously absorbed the body’s power, transforming it into a sword beam to assail the enemy.
Either the enemy died, or exhaustion claimed the wielder.
While this ancient martial art sword technique was formidable, it had its limitations.
Braydon employed his blade!
The first slash ended Saadat.
The second strike directly targeted Ghauth.
The clash between the two unfolded.
Braydon, at the ascendant pinnacle realm, possessed a vitality of 181,000 Na!
Saadat, at the inimitable pinnacle realm, had a vitality of 510,000 Na.
The disparity was significant!
The higher a martial artist’s cultivation realm, the more pronounced the difference between each realm and the greater the strength gap.
A lotus flower materialized above Braydon’s head. His vitality transformed into wisps of red light, entering the sword and becoming a crimson sword light.
The sword beam, a hundred meters long, aimed to eliminate the enemy!
Ghauth, with robust vitality, wielded a bronze rod to block the Northern King Sword.
The two weapons collided, and Braydon found himself at a disadvantage.
His vitality was still slightly weaker.
Saadat attacked fiercely, swinging the bronze rod down from the sky.
The force was formidable!
The bronze rod, infused with vitality, metamorphosed into a rod light descending like a colossal pillar.
Braydon’s fighting spirit surged. He felt the pressure but remained unafraid.
The Northern King Sword swung toward the sky once more.
The third slash depleted 30,000 Na of Braydon’s vitality!
An incredibly sharp sword light sliced through the air.
Bang!
The radiance from the staff clashed with the sword light.
Braydon’s thumb and forefinger split open, and blood sprayed.
He was wounded!
As the battle intensified, Saadat grew bolder.
“You…” The voice of the green-robed man echoed from Braydon’s spiritual aperture. “You possess numerous secret techniques. Why not use them?”
“I’m simply gauging my regular combat strength,” Braydon replied to the green-robed man.
After a brief exchange, Saadat sneered. “Brat, today is the day you die. If you insist on taking something you shouldn’t have, you will die!”