The Strongest War God C.1196 - : Shooting with the Bow

Chapter 1196: Shooting with the Bow

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Under Braydon Neal’s attentive gaze, the little fool set up the barbecue and prepared a pot of delicious python soup.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, savoring the sizzling barbecue.

This meat was from a fifth-level spirit beast, fresh, tender, and imbued with spiritual power.

It was beneficial for martial artists and would strengthen the bodies of ordinary people.

Living and cooking in the wilderness, they were bound to attract spirit beasts, particularly those sensitive to smells.

As the ground around them started to tremble, a massive beast approached from underground, a spirit beast capable of burrowing.

It was no ordinary creature.

“Stop eating, Luke!” Braydon cautioned softly.

“What’s the matter?” The little fool, with a puzzled look and an oily mouth, inquired.

Suddenly, an earth dragon-like spirit beast erupted from the ground, swallowing the large iron pot whole, which still contained a pot of soup.

“Where did this spirit beast come from? Die!” The little fool exclaimed angrily.

“It’s a sixth-level spirit beast!” Braydon intervened, restraining the little fool from engaging in combat.

Despite both being at the ascendant pinnacle realm, the natural strength of spirit beasts made close combat risky.

Drawing the Northern King Sword from his waist with his left hand, Braydon made a swift slash across the sky, creating a deep wound on the earth dragon.

In pain, the earth dragon turned and unleashed a vitality pillar.

Braydon swiftly evaded, carrying the little fool.

In the next moment, Braydon’s body blurred, leaving afterimages in the sky.

With a single thought, nine figures materialized.

It was the little fool’s Foolish Fist.

It was also the Son of Heaven Combat Technique, a famous ancient martial art technique in Hansworth.

Executing nine strikes in one, Braydon multiplied his battle prowess by nine, but at an increased cost.

The scarlet blade slashed, instantly killing the earth dragon.

The little fool followed, angrily dissecting the beast, extracting the core and valuable items.

The scent of blood filled the air.

“Brother,” said the little fool, putting away the utensils, “I’m done. Shall we go?”

“No rush. I’ll use the scent of blood to attract a group of spirit beasts. I want to temper myself with them and stabilize my foundation.”

Braydon, with heightened strength, aimed to experience a bloody battle to master his vitality power and stabilize his realm.

The little fool unsheathed his two blades, ready to stay.

He, too, sought to stabilize his realm.

The two brothers lingered.

Soon, a fierce cry echoed from the sky—an aerial spirit beast with wings spanning 50 meters, a powerful sixth-level golden-eyed eagle.

On the ground, a colossal elephant thundered toward them, drawn by the scent of blood.

In the ruins, vegetarian spirit beasts were scarce.

They had become food for carnivorous spirit beasts, highlighting the harsh reality of the spirit beast world.

In an instant, more than ten powerful vitality signatures surrounded them—all spirit beasts.

The local martial artists felt a subtle sense of panic, concealing their auras and retreating.

Braydon hovered in the air with his hands behind his back, observing the golden-eyed eagle.

The Northern King Sword in his left hand, he swiftly ascended into the sky.

The golden-eyed eagle emitted continuous cries, its claws resembling iron hooks as it clashed with the Northern King Sword.

Its claws were excellent materials for refining weapons.

However, Braydon’s Northern King Sword was a genuine seventh-level spirit artifact.

In the next moment, Braydon swung his sword, and the blade cut through the sky, severing the golden-eyed eagle’s claws in one stroke.

The golden-eyed eagle wailed in pain, surprised by the sharpness of Braydon’s weapon.

Injured by a single attack, it turned to flee.

The little fool brandished a one-meter-long golden bow.

“Little bird, trying to escape?”

Another weapon materialized in the little fool’s hands.

Braydon recognized it!

In the bamboo forest, Luke had pilfered a Scarlet Sky Tiger’s tendon and had Zinno Hotel forge a golden bow for him—an eighth-level spirit artifact made from the tendon of a ninth-level spirit beast.

With a raise of his hand, the little fool drew his bow like a full moon, and a golden arrow appeared.

Whoosh!

Sensing danger, Braydon dodged the arrow.

“Luke!”

Braydon’s expression darkened.

It was the little fool’s first time using a bow and arrow, and the missed shot had nearly killed his brother.

“Brother, I don’t know how to shoot arrows!”

Luke scratched his head.

“Give it to me!”

Braydon couldn’t let the little fool play with bows and arrows anymore, as it might lead to him being fatally injured.

Despite his brother’s defiance, Braydon took the golden bow. It felt weighty in his hands.

He hung the quiver on his body, picked up three golden arrows with his slender fingers, and drew the bow like a full moon.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three arrows shot simultaneously, catching up to the golden-eyed eagle with meteoric force.

The arrows pierced through the eagle, killing it instantly.

Braydon stepped into the sky, grabbed his quiver, and with five arrows between his fingers, pulled the bow again.

Five arrows shot simultaneously and struck in front of him, piercing through the heads of three sixth-level spirit beasts.

This golden bow was an eighth-level spirit artifact, and killing sixth-level spirit beasts was entirely reasonable, even easy.

Braydon continued wielding his bow and arrows, eliminating all the sixth-level spirit beasts in the area.

The little fool collected the corpses, extracted the beast cores, and gathered the main materials.

The scent of blood finally alerted the high-level spirit beasts.

A seventh-level spirit beast, the Black Cloud Panther, roared atop a mountain.

Its eyes were cold and emotionless, surprised that a human dared to massacre spirit beasts in its territory.

The Black Cloud Panther, an eighty-meter-long creature, moved at an incredible speed, bringing with it a hurricane.

It pounced, and with a powerful force, knocked Braydon a thousand meters away.

Blood seeped from the corner of Braydon’s mouth, and his eyes were solemn.

The combat strength of a high-level spirit beast was indeed superior to a sixth-level one.

The Black Cloud Panther was already at the seventh level and could defeat inimitable pinnacles and even sovereign pinnacles.

Despite Braydon being at the ascendant pinnacle, they appeared evenly matched.

However, Braydon’s own vitality was only 280,000 Na, while the seventh-level Black Cloud Panther had over a million.

The vitality of a seventh-level spirit beast was twice that of inimitable pinnacles.

The vitality limit of inimitable pinnacles was 640,000 Na.

The limit of a seventh-level spirit beast was equivalent to a sovereign pinnacle, at 1.28 million Na.

Therefore, it was evident that a seventh-level spirit beast could defeat a sovereign pinnacle.

The difference in strength between Braydon and the Black Cloud Panther was several-fold!

The Black Cloud Panther’s speed was extremely fast, with a movement speed not less than 700 meters per second.

Its reaction speed was also astonishing.

Facing the formidable Black Cloud Panther, Braydon exhaled lightly, smiling under the pressure, “Let’s go! Another life-and-death battle!”