Chapter 1836 Refusing to Admit
Chapter 1836: Refusing to Admit Chapter 1836: Refusing to Admit Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation What should they do next? Loki Foreman and the others knew: defeat the opponents and earn points! Braydon Neal was no exception—he had to follow the rules.
The group dispersed, and once again, the nightmare for the contestants of Zone 1 had arrived. The scourges of the past had returned, and now they were even more formidable as heavenly gods, descending upon the entire competition zone!
Looking at the top ten competition zones, who could match these four prodigies? Their presence had shattered the balance of the competition. Even so, the contestants felt both desperate and helpless. These four geniuses had been at the spirit body realm in the Hundred Stellar Realm Competition, but their cultivation speed had far surpassed their peers. No one knew what fortuitous encounters they had experienced, only that they had already reached the heavenly god realm in the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. With this rapid cultivation speed, there was no doubt they would enter the ancient god realm in the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. At that point, they would be even more terrifying!
News of the top ten competition zones spread through secret channels. All contestants felt not just pressure but despair.
Braydon, walking through Zone 1 in a crippled state and dressed in snow-white clothes, would eliminate anyone he encountered with a single sword strike. Loki shot up the rankings in Zone 1 like a rocket, along with Bedirhan Leitner, Femi Kabbah, and Garvie Nantz. No one could suppress their momentum as they climbed the rankings.
A name silently appeared in the top 100 of the rankings: Braydon Neal. Reaching this level, it was nearly impossible to be eliminated. No matter how much the rankings changed, there was a limit, and with the competition already in its final stages, the countdown had begun.
The top 100 were set to advance to the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition.
This ranking range was mostly filled with spirit body geniuses. When Braydon’s ranking changed, it drew a lot of attention. Everyone in the Northern Army knew what this name represented—it was the commander of the Northern Army!
Braydon had chosen to drink tea at the peak of a cold mountain. After half a day, a simple-minded fellow sneaked up to him.
“Luke!” Braydon called out.
The newcomer was the naive little boy, who climbed to the top of the mountain and saw Braydon drinking tea in the pavilion. A hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
He asked warily, “You’re not my brother!” As he spoke, he placed his hand on his waist where part of a sword hilt was visible.
“How am I not me?” Braydon said with a chuckle, playing with his white jade teacup.
“You’re not him!” Luke retorted angrily, “How dare you pretend to be my brother?” Noticing something was off, the foolish young man prepared to attack. Braydon raised his hand and subdued him with a single palm, slamming him into the ground. It was another familiar scene.
Luke’s head buzzed with confusion. “This is a crippled body!” he exclaimed.
Braydon set down his teacup, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed into the distance.
“The power of a crippled body can shake the world.
Raising an army to defeat the rebels and fight against the myriad races is not far off!” “So fast?” Luke crawled out of the mud, eyes wide with shock.
Raising an army to attack the rebels and battle the myriad races again! At the very least, he thought, he would need to reach the pinnacle of cultivation. The Northern Army sons had expected that Braydon would give them at least 10,000 years to achieve this.
Now, it seemed they had greatly underestimated him.
“This crippled body can now kill a god emperor,” Braydon said, looking over.
“There’s also another crippled body capable of the same.” “You’re trying to merge 100,000 Dharma Idols?” Luke sat on the ground and said after falling into a long silence. “Yes,” Braydon replied with a nod.
At the foot of the mountain, the snow was swirling as Luther Carden in white approached and said softly, “The Northern Army will not drag you down!” “I thought it would take ten thousand years.
I didn’t expect big brother to defy the odds with his crippled body!” The killing god in white, Yuri Qualls, was walking in the distance. The sons of the Northern Army were gathering.
Having already entered the spirit body realm, Lazlo Abbott ascended with each step and declared, “I’m forging a new path.
Since I don’t have time, I’ll reclaim the old one.
I can reach the peak in less than three years!” “Me too!” Frediano Jadanza appeared.
“I need a year!” Jonah Shaw said coldly.
“Three days!” Harvey Lay, holding the Wildgoose Wing Sword, walked slowly with his clothes slipping off his shoulders, revealing his fair skin.
“Stop bragging!” Syrus Yanagi scolded.
“Alright!” Braydon raised his hand, and a vast power suppressed the surroundings. Lazlo was subdued by the force of the palm strike.
“Time?” Braydon placed his right hand behind his back and smiled lightly.
“We don’t lack time!” “The more monstrous you are, the more afraid they will be.
They will attack sooner or later.
There is no peak in the Northern Army.
It will be destroyed eventually!” Luther pressed on.
“Heather gave me the River of Time,” Braydon said.
“What?” Everyone’s eyes widened in shock. They understood what the River of Time represented—it’s known as the universe’s history book, recording the civilizations of the entire universe. With this river, perhaps the sons of the Northern Army would not lack time in the future.
“All of you have reached the spirit body realm,” Braydon continued calmly.
“After the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition ends and the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition begins, follow me in!” “Alright!” Everyone agreed without pretense.
“I’m not going!” shouted one person.
“Up to you!” Braydon said, not pressing the matter with the little fool.
Once everything was settled, Braydon turned around and took his seat in the pavilion on the mountain peak. He picked up the white jade teacup again and gazed into the distance. Luther stepped forward and bent down to pour some tea.
“Harvey,” Braydon suddenly said, “You can’t cultivate the Reversal Chaos Technique anymore.
Change your path!” “No!” Harvey rolled his eyes in defiance.
“You can’t control the Reversal Chaos Technique!” Braydon frowned.
“I can do it!” Harvey responded with confidence.
“You killed yourself in your previous life and still claim you can control it?” Colton Jansky, with his hands in his pockets, said unhappily.
“That’s nonsense!” Harvey retorted, growing anxious.
This was a deeply embarrassing matter for him, a secret he wanted to keep private. Yet, it seemed everyone knew. He had practiced the Reversal Chaos Technique and demolished seven holy domains, turning them into a forbidden zone, only to inexplicably end his own life during the war between the myriad races. The entire universe was stunned.
During the war, many non-humankind beings saw Harvey as a major threat and were prepared to sacrifice numerous peak experts for his path fruit. Who would have thought that Harvey would end up killing himself? When the news spread, it was almost unbelievable.
Yuri was at a loss for words.
“Didn’t you damage your brain in your previous life because of the Reversal Chaos Technique?
You ended up killing yourself.” “I didn’t!” Harvey would never admit it.
He had previously claimed that he could return to his peak state in three days. That might not have been a joke after all.