The Strongest War God

Chapter 1101: The Judgement Council

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hansworth’s martial artists occupied all the arenas, and no one survived if they made a move.

The entire Martial Artist Summit fell into a brief silence.

On the northern platform of the summit, the representatives of the hundred countries were present.

A middle-aged man suddenly stood up from the 31st seat. His expression was extremely ugly. He shouted, “I protest against today’s summit. I also strongly condemn the Hansworth martial artist delegation.”

“Tell me more!”

In the spectator seats, Braydon Neal was seated down calmly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he looked indifferently at the high platform.

Swoosh!

All the martial artists present were focused on him.

The middle-aged man was called Sarochet. He looked at Haven Downing, then at Jaziel Sherman, Lior Neal, and the others.

He was a little confused.

He was the first to step forward and make things difficult for Hansworth.

Why did none of the representatives of the Ten Great Empires say anything!

“Your Excellency the Northern King, the Global Martial Artist Summit is a place for the hundred countries to exchange pointers. Why are you condoning your delegation members’ actions of killing indiscriminately?!” Sarochet braced himself and stood up. He looked at Braydon and said in a low voice.

“I don’t need a reason to kill you.”

Braydon’s tone was very light.

However, everyone could feel the frivolity in Braydon’s words.

Sarochet turned around and said, “Your Highness Divine General, the Hansworth martial artists are using the arena to kill the other countries’ martial artists. I propose that we disqualify the Hansworth martial artists.”

“Your skin is really thick!”

Korbyn Jessen, who was sitting in the 5th seat, said coldly.

This sentence stunned Sarochet.

He was a representative who had participated in the last global summit. He knew that in the previous summit, the various empires had spared no effort to target the Hansworth participants.

The last Hansworth delegation was completely wiped out!

Among them, the people from the Ten Great Empires contributed greatly.

Why did the direction of the wind seem to have changed this time?

Korbyn laughed coldly, “In the past, when you beat them up, you would target them to death. Now that you see that they have become stronger, you are suggesting that they be disqualified from the competition. In the last Global Martial Artist Summit, when you guys worked together to kill all the participants of the Hansworth martial artist delegation, why didn’t you protest?”

These cold words were the cruel truth.

Sarochet’s face turned green. He said in a low voice, “Mr. Jessen, please understand the situation. The Northern King’s people are using the arena to slaughter our competitors. If we don’t suppress and stop him, all the countries will pay a painful price today.”

“What do you want to do?”

Haven, who was sitting in the 1st seat, slowly turned his head to look.

Just one look from him caused the pressure on Sarochet to increase. His face was pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He felt that Haven was like an unattainable mountain.

“I suggest that we start the hundred countries’ judgement council!” Sarochet said in panic.

“Do you know the conditions to start the judgement council?”

Haven was as indifferent as ever.

Jaziel Sherman said calmly, “To activate the judgement council, all the representatives of the hundred countries are needed. None of them can be missing. The judgement council is responsible for handling the major events that happen at the summit. Once the results are out, no one can change it.”

“Mr. Sherman, is what is happening now not big? More than a hundred participants have already died at the hands of Hansworth martial artists. They are not here to participate in the summit, but to kill!”

Sarochet’s voice was hoarse as he spoke the cruel truth.

The Hansworth martial artists occupied 30 arenas. It did not seem like they were here to spar. They all killed their enemies with one slash, not giving their opponents any chance of survival.

Coincidentally, at this moment.

“That’s right! We’re here to kill!” Braydon stood up and walked up to the platform.

“Northern King, how dare you!”

Sarochet was shocked and furious. He didn’t expect Braydon to admit it personally.

Braydon walked onto the platform!

Swoosh!

Led by Haven, the representatives of 86 countries stood up in unison and looked at Braydon with determination.

Who were these 86 people?

It went without saying.

There were 100 representatives from the hundred countries.

There were 86 of them from the Northern Army.

One could imagine that this Global Martial Artist Summit had exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Braydon stood on the stage with his hands behind his back. He said softly, “Ever since the Global Martial Artist Summit was established, the Hansworth martial artist delegation had always been targeted by all parties. In the last summit, thousands of our Hansworth martial artists died here. Their souls were lost in a foreign country.

“This is a blood feud and a national humiliation!

“At this global summit, I want you, whose hands are stained with the blood of our Hansworth people, to pay back tenfold!

“Are all my Hansworth men here?”

Braydon stood on the high platform and asked softly with his hands behind his back.

Swoosh!

Luther Carden and the others in the arena, as well as the thousand spectators, all stood up.

The thousand men bowed and cupped their fists. “Hansworth men will fight today!”

“Then kill them. I want this global summit to become a battlefield. I want to step on the dignity of the hundred countries and the bones of the 30,000 participants to pay homage to the heroic souls who died in the past.”

Braydon issued an iron-blooded order to kill in front of the hundred countries.

This was openly making enemies of the hundred countries around the world!

Iron-blooded killing intent filled the air.

Everyone was silent.

Sarochet pointed at Braydon angrily. “Northern King, you are crazy. You are declaring war on the hundred countries. This is a provocation.”

Swoosh!

“Clown!”

Braydon raised his hand, and a hundred swords revolved around him.

As the swords rose, the wind howled.

Whoosh!

The crimson blood Qi longsword pierced through Sarochet’s chest.

A sword pierced through his heart and nailed him to the high platform.

Then, a hundred swords pierced through his limbs.

His blood flowed for thirteen meters. Tens of thousands of martial artists all saw it.

Everyone was shocked.

This was the representative of a country.

In the end, he was casually killed by Braydon, and even humiliated in such a way.

The country of Lambiar, which was ranked 31st among the 100 countries in the world, had hundreds of people here, and 100 of them were participants.

“Northern King, how dare you kill our country’s representative?” They stood up and shouted with hatred on their faces.

“Tonight, you can declare war on us, and we will fight!”

Braydon’s words extinguished the anger of the hundreds of people.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them, causing them to feel cold all over.

Would Lambiar dare to declare war on Hansworth?

They didn’t even dare to do so!

Not to mention them, who in the Ten Great Empires would dare to declare war on Hansworth alone?

Hansworth had been revived for a hundred years, and its strength was not weaker than any of the Ten Great Empires.

Ten years ago, someone had estimated that its comprehensive national strength was close to the Alpha Empire and above the Delta Empire.

Who in the world would dare to declare war?

Braydon stood on the stage with his hands behind his back. His thin lips moved slightly. “Kill the global summit martial artists in one day before dark!”

“Yes, sir!”

The thousand men bowed and accepted the order.

The Northern King personally gave the order and received a thousand responses.

These 1,000 people included the talented heirs of the powerful families, aristocratic families, and sects.

At this moment, they felt their blood boiling. They seemed to understand why the million cavalrymen of the Northern Army were loyal to this young commander.

The white-robed youth, the Northern King, was worth following for the rest of his life.

His life was a legend.