53 Logan Hall of Preston City Pays His Respect to the Northern King
Joseph was one of the six great martial arts practitioners of the younger generation in Preston City.
Youth was potential. Joseph was not even twenty years old yet but he was already a junior martial arts practitioner.
Give him ten years and he would definitely be able to reach the warrior level!
Whether or not they could reach the warlord level before fifty years old would depend on the Thomas familyâs resources.
And Zaester was a hedonistic son of a rich family. In terms of weight, even ten of him could not be compared to Joseph alone.
âYou win, letâs wait and see!â Zaester was about to slam the door and leave.
At this moment.
âStop!â Braydonâs thin lips moved slightly.
âWhatâs the matter with you? Youâre just an abandoned son who cannot even be compared to a dog. Did you really think that I wanted to talk to you just now? I only thought of you as a stupid dog and was just teasing you!â
Zaester walked to the door and smiled coldly.
In the private room, many people had disdainful eyes. Most of them had the same mentality.
Braydon put down the glass with his fair fingers.
In the next second.
Everyoneâs vision blurred. No one saw clearly that Braydon had already reached the door with his right hand behind his back. He held Zaesterâs neck with his left hand and lifted him up easily.
Everyoneâs pupils shrank.
âAn ancient martial arts practitioner?â Bianca was shocked.
âHeâs a martial arts practitioner?â Zane was dumbfounded.
âZaester, do you know what a clown is?â Freddie sneered.
âItâs you who doesnât know any better!â
âBraydonâs strength is far above mine and Josephâs. He simply didnât bother to argue with you earlier and you really thought that you were so amazing!â
Freddie watched coldly from the side.
Zaneâs face was flushed red. His tongue was sticking out and his eyes were wide open in fear.
Heather stepped forward and pulled Braydon as she shouted, âBraydon, let go! Heâs dying!â
Braydon remained unmoved.
Freddie was shocked as he sensed ning beiâs murderous intent. He frowned and said, âBraydon, just teach him a lesson. If he is killed, the special operations team will probably intervene in this matter!â
Zaester suddenly came to a realization. âThatâs right, youâre a martial arts practitioner so the special operations team definitely will not elt you off if you dare to kill ordinary people!â
However, they did not know that not only the Preston City main team, but even the Hansworth main team did not dare to control Braydon.
Whatâs more, Zayn, the commander of Central Plains was also under Braydonâs command!
The five great commanders in the world were all under Braydonâs command!
Who would dare to point a sword at Braydon?
The swords used by the special operations team members were northern cold swords.
And the real northern cold sword was with Braydon.
Pointing a cold sword at Braydon was the biggest joke!
âWhatâs there to be afraid of when it comes to the Preston City main team?â Braydon said softly.
These six words caused Freddieâs pupils contract. He knew that Braydon had the intention to kill.
Freddie then stepped forward to stop him. âBro, donât act impulsively. You donât have to sacrifice yourself for such a piece of trash. We really canât mess with the special operations team or weâll be in deep trouble!â
âFreddie, what are you afraid of? This bastard is the one courting death!â Joseph said.
âShut up, donât add fuel to the fire!â Freddie shouted angrily.
Joseph did not think much of it. He stood at the door and looked at the end of the corridor. There was a short-haired young man in a black shirt with a white blade symbol on his chest.
âFreddie, look south!â He said in a low voice.
âDamn it, we really ran into a member of the specail operations team. Joseph, stop Braydon. Iâll stop him. I hope my identity works!â
Freddie exhaled lightly and walked to the corridor.
The short-haired young man strolled over and said, âThe special operations team is on duty. Anyone who obstructs us will be killed without mercy!â
His words made everyoneâs goosebumps rise.
Who knew that they would meet a member of the special operations team of Preston City main team in this entertainment center?
However, from his clothes, he should be a non-staff member.
Non-staff members were generally weak, and most of them were at the level of martial arts apprentices. If they could become martial arts practitioners, they could basically become official members and live in Preston Cityâs main teamâs headquarters.
However, the special operations teams would sometimes recruit casual martial artists or martial arts practitioners who had made small mistakes and assign them as non-staff members to assist the special operations teams.
The short-haired young man was obviously this kind of person.
This was a rank nine martial arts practitioner!
Freddie clasped one of his hands over the other and asked, âBrother, do me a favor. Iâm Freddie Yackley from the special operations brigade of Preston City Frontier Corps. You should have heard of me.â
âThe Preston City main team is working and anyone who obstructs us will be killed without mercy!â
The short-haired teenager walked seven steps away from him. He touched the black hilt on his waist and held it with his right hand.
Freddieâs face was covered in sweat. He clenched his teeth as he was overwhelmed by the aura.
...
âIâll have to offend you then!â He shouted as he swung his hands like tiger claws.
Boom!
Since Freddie dared to attack, the short-haired teenagerâs speed suddenly increased. It was completely out of Freddieâs imagination. He pushed himslef up on his knees, causing Freddie to spit out blood. His eyes were bloodshot, and he instantly lost his combat power.
He was already injured and the short-haired young manâs strength was not any weaker than the demon that their captain had invited.
Joseph was shocked and furious. âFreddie! Damn it, so what if youâre from the Preston City main team? Fuck you!â
Joseph stepped forward, raised his leg, and kicked sideways.
It was a pity that junior martial arts practitioners really could not even withstand a single blow from the short-haired teenager.
The difference in strength between the two sides was huge.
The short-haired teenager held the hilt of his sword in a domineering manner.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, it was accompanied by a cold killing intent, as if the smell of blood was permeating the air. The black light was so fast that it was aimed at Josephâs throat.
âStop!â Braydon spoke.
...
The short-haired young man pointed the cold blade at Josephâs neck. The sword had already cut through the skin and a drop of blood flowed out.
This scene frightened everyone.
The short-haired teenager really dared to kill!
Braydon threw Zane to the ground. When he turned around, he saw the short-haired young manâs sword pointing at his face.
The cold sword was pointed at Braydon!
The short-haired teenager did not know what this meant!
He said indifferently, âAs a martial arts practitioner, you have violated the law and used weapons against ordinary people without authorization. You will be imprisond for three years if you injure others, ten years if you disable someone, and killed on the spot if you kill someone!â
The cold words made everyone shudder.
Braydon asked softly, âThen you should also know that those who hold cold swords cannot point their cold swords at their comrades? This is also the rule!â
âWho are you?â
Of course, the short-haired teenager knew this rule.
This was something he had remembered in his heart ever since he had received the cold sword with both hands.
Braydon was furious. He drew the Northern King Sword from his inner sleeve and held it in his left hand.
Heather rolled her eyes. She did not expect that Braydon would lie to her and even carry this sword with him.
The short-haired teenager looked over, and his face turned pale as if he had been struck by lightning.
The next moment.
It was beyond everyoneâs expectations.
The short-haired teenager sheathed his sword and knelt down on one knee. He cupped his fists and shouted, âLogan Hall of the Preston City main team pays respect to the commander!â
His words shocked everyone around him.
Freddie was bent over and he was completely dumbfounded. According to his understanding, there was only one place in Hansworth and only one person could be called the commander!
That was the Northern Territory.
The Northern King of the northern army was a legendary figure who was conferred the title of king at the age of seventeen. He was an immortal legend in their military department and was also known as the commander. He was young and held a high position, and he held great power!
At this moment, Logan knelt down on one knee and was completely dumbfounded.
âThe Northern King Sword, youâre the Northern King!â Freddie murmured.