The Strongest War God Chapter 1039: Drinking to the Moon

Chapter 1039: Drinking to the Moon

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

That strength was comparable to that of the secluded old antiques.

This kind of young genius had extremely powerful strength, how could he submit to the Northern Army?

If it was before his wings were fully grown, he could have been taken in by the Northern Army.

But now, it was obviously impossible.

“Not necessarily!” An indifferent voice came from the entrance of the Garrison Courtyard.

“Someone was eavesdropping, yet I didn’t sense his presence!”

Hyrum Lujan, who was sitting at the side, suddenly stood up. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. He felt a trace of mental power surrounding him. It was very subtle. If he didn’t try to sense it himself, he wouldn’t have been able to discover it.

People with such means were definitely the best among the supreme pinnacles.

Braydon Neal raised his hand to signal Hyrum not to act rashly. He turned around and smiled. “Brother Lestrange, since you’re here, have a seat!”

“Of course, I have to sit for a while. You agreed during the day to find me a place to stay. Brother Neal, have you forgotten about that?”

Channing Lestrange, who was riding on a green bull, came to the Garrison Courtyard and said, “I didn’t know your ident.i.ty during the day. My apologies.”

“With your strength, do you still care about status?”

Braydon invited Channing to sit down.

Martial Emperor Yanagi stood up and said gently, “It’s getting late. I should take Ginny back to rest. You young people can continue chatting.”

“Teacher, take care!”

Braydon stood up to send him off, but he was stopped by Martial Emperor Yanagi. He stared deeply into Braydon’s eyes.

What did that look mean?

Braydon understood what his teacher meant.

Channing came to his doorstep on his own accord. He couldn’t let him fly away just like that.

That was what Martial Emperor Yanagi’s stare meant.

In the pavilion of the Garrison Courtyard.

“I’m sorry.” Channing smiled lightly. “I didn’t know your ident.i.ty as the Northern King earlier. I’ve been disrespectful.”

“It’s just a false reputation. You seem to have heard my conversation with Teacher.”

Braydon went straight to the point.

When Martial Emperor Yanagi asked Braydon if a genius like Channing could be used by the Northern Army, Braydon felt that the chances were slim.

In the end, Channing had unexpectedly arrived and overheard the entire conversation. However, he had a different att.i.tude.

Channing stretched his body lazily and said softly, “People like me were sealed in ice by the elders of my family back then to avoid fighting with the geniuses of my family. I was waiting for the next golden age to awaken. But you have to understand that those who are sealed in ice are all losers!”

Braydon looked at Channing and understood what he meant.

The compet.i.tion between peers was like the compet.i.tion between young dragons.

The battle between the two young dragons would determine who was stronger.

Those who were more talented would be nurtured with the family’s strength to help them become the best of the generation.

As for those that were slightly weaker, they would be frozen.

In other words, the geniuses who were sealed in ice were the failures of their era.

Braydon said softly, “The compet.i.tion between the same generation is full of variables. No one can guarantee what the outcome is before achieving great success. Since ancient times, there have been countless examples of late bloomers.

“In the battle of the elites, once you fall behind by half a step, you will fall behind step by step!”

Channing said that the compet.i.tion for the prodigies in their era did not tolerate the so-called late bloomers.

If everyone believed in the late bloomers.

Why would the geniuses of the younger generation care about winning or losing?

Since ancient times, how many of the people who stood at the peak of martial arts were late bloomers?

They were all famous in Hansworth at a young age.

Braydon listened to Channing’s story quietly. He turned around and said softly, “Luke, get someone to prepare some food and wine.”

“Okay!”

When it came to food, Luke was always very enthusiastic.

There were already people in charge of Braydon’s daily life in the Garrison Courtyard. They were all carefully selected by Sutton Wall in the palace and sent to the Garrison Courtyard. There were no problems with the people.

At the same time, Luther Carden had secretly ordered people to investigate the people who were responsible for the daily life of Braydon.

Those with problems could not enter the Garrison Courtyard.

The dishes and wine were brought into the pavilion.

The girl who was pouring wine was Xana Holloway. She was originally at Heavenly Mountain, but Braydon took her here with him.

“Xana, you may leave!”

Braydon and Channing’s conversation wasn’t meant for the ears of outsiders.

Channing raised his cup and drank it in one gulp. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he stood up and raised his cup again. He said faintly, “Drinking to the moon!”

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An extremely powerful sword intent erupted from Channing’s body.

The sword intent seemed to be tangible, and it seemed to contain mental power.

Channing’s sword intent could injure and kill. It didn’t have a bloodthirsty aura, but it had the determination of a sword cultivator.

Braydon sat at the side and calmly raised his cup to drink the strong wine.

Channing raised his cup and downed it in one gulp. “How refres.h.i.+ng. You won’t be able to understand what it’s like being frozen. Your body is covered in ice, and your consciousness is shrouded in darkness. It’s as if you’ve been frozen for eternity. You don’t know how much time has pa.s.sed. When you wake up one day, you’ll find that the outside world has long changed. The sea has become a mulberry field.”

As a listener, Braydon could feel Channing’s pain.

He had been sealed in ice for countless years. When he woke up, he realized that everything in the outside world had changed!

Channing turned around and looked at Braydon. He smiled and said, “It is not difficult for me to join the Northern Army. I have no friends in the world. What I want in this life is nothing more than the end goal of martial arts.

“After joining the Northern Army, we will all be brothers!”

Braydon looked at him and said, “Tell me, what are your conditions for joining the Northern Army?”

“Your courtyard is quite nice!” Channing looked around.

The Garrison Courtyard built in the capital occupied an area of a hundred acres, and there was no lack of gardens or ponds.

“It’s just a three-foot courtyard. What’s the harm in giving it to you?” Braydon smiled.

“A gentleman doesn’t take away what others love. You have many rooms here. Allow me to stay in one of them. Half a bottle of wine a day is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life.”

This was Channing’s condition.

It was enough to have a place to stay and half a gla.s.s of wine to drink every day.

What kind of condition was this!

Channing was handsome. The vicissitudes of life in his eyes made him appear like a wise man who had seen a great deal of the world. He lacked the vitality of a young man.

Perhaps he was born this way.

From now on, Channing’s residence would be in the Garrison Courtyard.

Braydon stayed with him for half the night, chatting about interesting things.

Channing talked about his past, but as they were chatting, he inexplicably stopped talking.

When a martial artist was frozen, their consciousness and memories would be damaged.

It was the same for Channing. He clearly remembered many things, but when he finally said them out loud, the images in his memory were blurry.

Braydon was chatting about some things that happened in the northern desert.

The two of them chatted until dawn.

Braydon once again went to the ring arena. Hundreds of thousands of martial artists were gathered in the arena. On the nine arenas, fierce battles continued.

The Martial Artist Summit had been held for a day and a night, and many geniuses had been screened out.

On the high platform where Braydon stood, there were three huge screens.

The screen was filled with the names of the contestants, and next to each name was their points.

The three big screens recorded the changes in the points of the partic.i.p.ants in the junior youth group, the youth group, and the middle-aged group.