The Strongest War God

Chapter 1152: A Small Harvest

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Unfortunately, Braydon Neal remained unmoved by these words, not paying them any mind at all.

Braydon’s gaze shifted to the northeast, where there was a small forest.

His thin lips twitched, showing indifference, as he said, “Skylar, have the martial artists in the woods sensed anything?”

“Yeah!” Skylar Neal nodded lightly.

Braydon’s voice was cold as he said, “If there’s any movement, kill without mercy. Leave none alive.”

“Understood!”

Skylar crossed his arms, holding a battle sword.

These words instantly stunned Sapphire Neal.

Her attention had been entirely on Jayven Neal, and she had lowered her vigilance toward her surroundings, not sensing anything amiss.

It wasn’t until Braydon’s reminder that Sapphire also felt that something was amiss with the small forest.

There were martial artists quietly approaching, lurking in the distance.

Because in the wilderness, the danger didn’t just come from spirit beasts and the indigenous people.

The greater danger came from martial artists in the wilderness.

There were many ruthless individuals who enjoyed killing and pillaging.

This was a shortcut to quickly accumulate resources for cultivation.

Despite the outsiders lurking, Braydon still had no intention of letting Jayven come back.

He made Jayven fight while wounded.

Jayven, after killing a green wolf and having his left shoulder pierced by its sharp fangs, was now weakened.

He was panting heavily, holding the long sword in his right hand, blood dripping continuously from his left shoulder, his eyes tinged with red, no longer paying attention to the conversation between his sister and brothers.

Finally, he had some killing intent in him.

Jayven wanted to deal with the remaining three green wolves that were targeting him.

Because he suddenly took out one of the green wolves, the other three became more cautious and started circling again.

But Jayven remembered what his second brother, Skylar, had instructed.

Endless defense would eventually lead to him being dragged to death by the wolf pack.

Jayven had learned to seize opportunities and take the initiative.

After all, he understood the principle of sitting and waiting for death!

He was already injured, blood flowing from his left shoulder, and the throbbing pain reminded him of the lesson he had just learned.

In the next moment.

Jayven’s speed increased dramatically once again.

He pushed his speed to the limit in one breath.

He held the sword in his right hand, thrusting it sharply.

One strike pierced seven inches forward.

After piercing through the green wolf’s body, he didn’t linger, decisively withdrawing the sword.

The green wolf’s last attempt to strike Jayven before dying didn’t reach its target.

This scene was witnessed by Skylar and Braydon, and a hint of approval flashed in their eyes.

Jayven’s growth was almost visible to the naked eye.

Only by suffering losses and gaining experience could this talented young man grow.

This boy was a young master in the Neal family, spoiled by his grandfather, uncles, and cousins.

But now, this boy was in the hands of Braydon!

His brother Braydon was the most terrifying ruthless person in the Northern Army.

He knew very well how to teach a martial artist.

Next, more and more green wolves fell under Jayven’s sword. There were around twenty of them.

The green-brown wolf king became somewhat agitated, emitting a low growl.

Instantly, the pack of wolves swarmed toward him.

All of them besieged Jayven.

The wolf king cunningly made a covert move, attempting to ambush and kill Jayven.

“Hundred Swords, arise!”

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If he didn’t, Jayven would truly be devoured by the wolf pack.

With a single thought, a hundred swords emerged.

Red swords formed from his vitality.

Swish!

The hundred swords surrounded the area.

Every green wolf had its forehead pierced by a sharp sword, instantly killed on the spot.

The wolf king was enraged, abandoning Jayven and pouncing toward Braydon.

Braydon raised his left hand, and the hundred swords reversed.

Swish!

Each sword pierced through the wolf king’s body.

The hundred swords penetrated through, instantly killing it on the spot.

All of this seemed easy to Braydon.

Jayven was heavily injured, blood continuously flowing from his lips as he leaned on his long sword, watching the wolf king turn into a pile of mud. With a pained expression on his face, he said, “Big brother, if you’re going to kill, just kill. Why did you ruin the wolf hide? The fur of a second-level green wolf can be sold to the merchants in the South Pole Island. Just this one item alone is worth at least ten thousand pieces of spirit stones.”

After saying that, he still had a distressed look on his face.

Sapphire, both anxious and angry, scolded, “Look at how you’re injured. Yet, you’re still concerned about these few pieces of savage beast skin.”

“Sis, that’s money!”

Jayven calculated the losses very seriously.

This unavoidably made Skylar somewhat curious, so he asked, “Jayven, are you often short of money in the Neal family?”

“Not really, ever since father found out he liked to go to gambling houses and taverns, he restricted his spending. He didn’t want to raise a prodigal son that would embarrass the family.”

Sapphire explained briefly.

She then began applying ointment to Jayven.

The ointment made from spirit medicine had excellent effects. After applying it, the wound on Jayven’s left shoulder began to scab over. In no time, the scab fell off, leaving no trace on the skin.

After resting for a while, Jayven began to dissect the wolf carcass with a dagger.

The claws, fangs, and bones of spirit beasts could all be used for refining.

The essence and blood from their hearts could also be used for alchemy.

They were all valuable items!

Even though he couldn’t use them himself, he could still sell them for spirit stones.

Jayven was entirely focused on making money, and he didn’t care about what Braydon had forced him to do in the fight.

Sapphire walked up to Braydon, feeling somewhat apologetic as she said, “Braydon, I’m sorry!”

“The elders’ disputes are their own matter and have nothing to do with our generation. As your eldest brother, I will surely protect you. As for the disputes, you and Jayven don’t need to worry. I have no interest in the position of the family head in the Neal family.”

Braydon was very straightforward.

He had to make his words clear, without any ambiguity.

He also had to make Sapphire understand.

He had no interest in the future position of the head of the Neal family.

If there were any disputes among the young generation of the Neal family, he would let Sapphire and Jayven handle them.

Skylar and Braydon had no interest at all.

Their goals were elsewhere.

Sapphire looked even more guilty, with a hint of embarrassment. She knew she had wrongly accused her big brother.

Braydon looked at the busy Jayven and continued, “Jayven has a carefree nature and a pure temperament. He has the air of a young master from a noble family, but he lacks the airs of a prodigal son. If he were a bit younger, I might indulge him for a few more years.”

“I understand what you mean,” Sapphire said, grasping Braydon’s intent from his words.

Jayven was not young anymore.

As a martial artist, he would sooner or later experience the storms of bloodshed.

Rather than letting him suffer outside in the future, it was better to be strict with him for a while longer while he was by their side.

Even if Braydon didn’t say these simple truths, Sapphire should be aware of them!

Jayven peeled off the green wolf hides, chopped off their claws, but didn’t take the wolf hearts.

Because there was no container to store them.

Skylar shook his head lightly and said, “These things are not as valuable as the eminent pinnacle spirit beasts, right?”

“Of course not. If I could kill an eminent pinnacle beast, the spirit stones I could sell would keep us comfortable for a year.”

Jayven quickly got up.