The Strongest War God - Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Invincibility When Spells Are Used

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Braydon Neal was not afraid of the provocation of his peers.

In a battle between peers, Braydon was fearless!

The noble young man was a descendant of a god.

He was also the only person Zahran Cwele could recruit this year.

Zahran found five descendants of the gods, but only this one agreed to enter the Oracle Palace.

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The noble young man took a step forward and released his mental pressure.

Light appeared in his spirit aperture.

Mental power stage one!

He was an existence that had entered the supreme pinnacle realm.

He was also a proud son of heaven. He said proudly, “Bem Cwele of the Cwele Clan wants to challenge you. Do you dare to fight?”

“I’ll kill you like a dog!”

Braydon glanced at him and said.

In the end, he pissed Bem off.

He was too arrogant!

Takiyah Zakwe smiled sweetly, thinking that Braydon was very interesting.

“Are you always like this?” she asked softly. “It’s really a miracle that you can live so long!”

“I’m invincible among my peers in the human world!”

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Braydon’s indifferent words revealed his frivolity.

All these years in the outside world, his enemies of the same generation had all died.

Braydon was invincible among his peers.

There were two meanings.

One was that he was invincible among his peers.

The other meaning was that Braydon had no opponent among his peers.

“Do you dare to fight?” Bem asked angrily as he stood on the deck.

Braydon glanced at him and moved in a flash.

700 meters in a single thought!

The terrifying speed caused Bem’s hair to stand on end.

In a battle between warlock martial artists, who would fight hand-to-hand!

However, Braydon did so. In a flash, his left hand formed a sword finger.

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The sword finger pierced through the air and landed on Bem’s chest.

With just a finger, it pierced through his chest.

One finger heavily injured Bem!

There seemed to be a huge difference in strength between the two.

Bem opened his spiritual aperture, but he didn’t have any vitality in his body, only mental power.

Braydon suddenly launched an attack, killing him with a single finger like slaughtering a dog.

It was truly terrifying!

Zahran frowned and said in a low voice, “Ancient martial artist combat technique?”

“How can a descendant of a god cultivate such a low-rank combat technique?”

A dignified voice came from the depths of the cabin.

It was the words of Lord Lekan Yiga.

The people of the Oracle Palace all cultivated martial arts.

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The path of ancient martial arts was something they did not cultivate.

Furthermore, they were on the divine ship.

Braydon used ancient martial arts to defeat Bem, who cultivated martial arts. He was basically belittling martial arts.

But Zahran and the others didn’t think too much about it.

“Zahran, open the Divine Altar for them and let them use their martial arts to determine who is better,” said Lord Lekan sternly.

“Yes, sir!”

Zahran turned around and activated the runes on the deck of the divine ship.

The runes lit up and intertwined.

It was clearly a huge runic formation array. It was activated and faintly emitted golden thread power, slowly forming a huge golden arena. A golden light barrier appeared and contained Braydon and Bem.

It was like an arena.

The battle between the two was eye-catching.

Lord Lekan said, “If you lose, come back to the Oracle Palace with me. If you win, you can roam freely in this vast world. The Oracle Palace will provide you with protection. If you encounter danger, contact the Oracle Palace. The gods will descend and protect you.”

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The protection of the Oracle Palace was an amulet.

Braydon’s expression was calm as he stood on the golden arena. He looked at Bem as he swallowed a spirit pill, and his injuries quickly recovered.

This kind of martial artist had never experienced a cruel battle, so his body lacked killing intent.

Braydon had no interest in such an opponent.

But now, the people of Oracle Palace seemed to think that Bem was not weak and was enough to be Braydon’s opponent.

“As a descendant of a god, you actually degenerated to cultivate lowly ancient martial arts!” Bem said hoarsely.

“If you were thrown into the wild, you wouldn’t be able to live for more than three days.”

Braydon commented calmly.

Bem’s face turned red with anger.

But Braydon was telling the truth.

The wilderness was extremely dangerous. When one’s life was in danger at all times, one did not care about the difference between martial arts and ancient martial arts. It was fine as long as one could increase their strength.

Bem angrily attacked. “Cut the crap. I guess when you were wandering outside, no one taught you martial arts. That’s why you learned ancient martial arts.”

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As soon as he finished speaking.

Bem attacked.

Golden light appeared in his spiritual aperture, but he didn’t attract the power of heaven and earth.

Only ancient martial art practitioners would do this.

Ancient martial art practitioners utilized their mental power to sense the power of heaven and earth, borrowing it for their own use.

However, martial artists operated differently.

A martial arts practitioner’s use of mental power was evidently more robust than that of an ancient martial arts practitioner.

“Rain Fall!” Bem shouted coldly.

Dark clouds materialized in the sky, covering a radius of several hundred meters. Heavy rain cascaded down.

The rain carried a sense of killing intent.

It seemed harmless but could cause harm upon contact.

The drizzle resembled needles, and the rain fell diagonally.

Braydon’s lips curled slightly, a smile gracing his face. He found Bem to be quite foolish.

Despite the rain being formidable, didn’t he realize that Braydon excelled in lightning techniques?

Rain could conduct electricity, thus enhancing the power of lightning.

“Activating martial arts, summoning lightning!” Braydon murmured softly with his hands behind his back.

Whoosh!

A white light enveloped Braydon.

The martial arts technique had been initiated!

Dark clouds amassed in the sky, accompanied by a subtle flash of lightning.

The dark clouds transformed into thunderclouds.

“What?” Bem was shocked and infuriated.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, blinding everyone.

Thunder echoed as the lightning cut through the rain and descended.

Amidst his astonishment and anger, Bem tried to dodge.

But evading the pouring rain was impossible!

When the lightning struck his body, he experienced firsthand the impact of a lightning strike.

Bem convulsed, collapsing instantly. The mental power in his spiritual aperture dispersed, leaving him unable to gather anything.

He lay nearly lifeless on the ground.

Braydon’s true strength remained concealed.

Zahran and Lord Lekan, observing from the shadows, were astute individuals. They could discern that Braydon had effortlessly dealt with Bem.

The gap in their strength was substantial.

Moments later, two young men emerged from the cabin. They shared the same countenance, walking to the left and right.

The twin brothers had resolute gazes, representing the Oracle Palace.

“How troublesome!” Braydon glanced over and remarked softly.

Bem was no match for Braydon and could not fathom Braydon’s true abilities.

However, both Zahran and Lekan desired to witness Braydon’s talent and strength.

If necessary, they would bring Braydon back to the Oracle Palace at any cost.

Of course, not through coercion.

Instead, they would make an offer that Braydon could not refuse.

Lekan’s prior words remained in effect.

“Attack together,” Braydon stated calmly. “I’m in a hurry.”

“Sure!”

The pair refused to yield.

Their objective was to assess Braydon’s strength, indifferent to the outcome of the battle.

This aligned with Lord Lekan’s plan!

In an instant, the three simultaneously launched their attacks.

The twin brothers’ strength far surpassed Bem’s.

In other words, these two were not delicate individuals. They had faced the rigors of combat and skillfully harnessed their mental power.

Positioned on the left, one was enveloped in flames, resembling a war god reborn from the ashes.

The other gestured, conjuring a long river in the sky. Water flowed in reverse, encircling his form.

Their specialized spells were evident.

This marked Braydon’s initial encounter with martial arts practitioners who posed a genuine challenge.

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