Chapter 975: Chapter 975: Old Man, Can You Take A Beating?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With Leocadio Delgado’s status, he would definitely be able to understand these words.

As the national fate descended, it was less than a hundred meters away from the altar.

Leocadio kneeled on the ground; his teeth were bleeding, and his eyes were red. He pressed his palms on the ground, looking like a dog.

Sooner or later, he would be completely crushed by the fate of the country.

Braydon Neal looked at him and said softly, “Marshland chose the son of the country’s fate and didn’t avoid choosing relatives. You, the prince of Marshland, are trying to inherit the country’s fate. If you succeed, you will inherit the throne of Marshland in the future. It’s a good plan.”

Perhaps from the very beginning, the higher-ups of Marshland had never considered letting the other genius martial artists of Marshland bear the fate of the country.

Was there no more talented genius than Leocadio in the entire Marshland?

There must be!

And there was definitely more than one.

It was just that the higher-ups of Marshland deliberately ignored this problem and let Leocadio bear the fate of the country.

The breadth of mind of the higher-ups of Marshland was worlds apart from that of Martial Emperor Yanagi of Hansworth.

Coincidentally, at this moment.

Leocadio was lying on the altar with his face pressed against the ground. He was like a dead dog, unable to move at all.

The power of the national fate was truly too heavy.

It was so heavy that it caused Leocadio to be in despair.

There were still 70 meters before the descent of the national fate.

Braydon slowly stood up. He raised his left hand with his palm facing the sky. He gently raised the fate of Marshland and said softly, “You have failed!”

“Impossible!”

Leocadio lay on the ground and slowly got up. His eyes were extremely red.

Braydon placed his right hand behind his back and used his left hand to hold the national fate. He said softly, “You are not blessed to enjoy this national fate. I will do it for you!”

“What are you doing?”

Leocadio’s eyes were bloodshot, and his limbs turned cold in an instant. His mind went blank.

He realized that he had caused a huge disaster!

He also realized that Braydon had come to Marshland because he wanted the fate of Marshland!

How could the luck of Marshland be obtained by outsiders?

Moreover, this person was an enemy that Marshland wanted to kill even in their dreams.

Braydon smiled brightly. He raised his left hand and clenched it into a claw. He grabbed at the air and the national fate of Marshland that was floating in the sky instantly fell.

The speed at which the national fate descended increased in an instant, and it appeared above Braydon’s head.

Leocadio was crushed by this pressure and knelt in front of Braydon.

Crushing his aspirations and shattering his heart.

Tonight’s incident would definitely become a shadow in Leocadio’s heart.

Braydon’s demeanor tonight would completely take root and sprout in his heart.

It would become a shadow in his life!

“Absorb!” Braydon spat out a single word.

Braydon raised his arm and absorbed the vast national fate into his body at a terrifying speed.

The fate of the country was all returned to Braydon.

Leocadio was going crazy. That was the fate of the country that belonged to him.

Now, Braydon had absorbed all of it into his body.

Leocadio’s eyes were red. His anger suppressed his rationality. He raised his hand and leaped up. He slammed his palm toward Braydon’s chest and roared, “Die!”

“If I die, the fate of Marshland will decline. If I live, I will help the fate of Marshland!”

Braydon stood there with his hands behind his back, completely unguarded.

With a soft sentence, Leocadio’s palm landed on Braydon’s chest, without any strength left.

Because what Braydon said was the truth.

From the moment he carried the fate of the country, everything was out of the control of the country.

If the person who carried the fate of the country fell, the country would definitely decline. All the martial artists in the country would be suppressed, and it would be extremely difficult to even produce pinnacle martial artists in the future.

Braydon looked at Leocadio and smiled lightly as he brushed past him.

Leocadio did not need to die!

After experiencing today’s incident, Leocadio had personally witnessed the terror of the Northern King.

From now on, Braydon would be Leocadio’s shadow.

Crushing aspirations and shattering hearts.

It was extremely ruthless!

Once a martial artist lost these two things, they would have no ambition and no will. No matter how high their talent was, it would be useless. They would be a cripple in the future.

Leocadio was dispirited. “Your purpose for coming to Marshland is to take the fate of our country?” he asked hoarsely.

“What I want is the fate of the hundred countries!”

Braydon’s words made Leocadio feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

Leocadio’s eyes revealed a look of disbelief. He did not expect Braydon to be so ambitious and actually wanted to touch the fate of the hundred countries.

How crazy!

Grabbing the world’s fate?

“What?” Leocadio was startled awake. “You’ve really stepped onto the heaven-suppressing path?” he asked angrily.

Last year, Braydon had said in front of the 1,000 pinnacles of the 100 countries that he was not satisfied with the title of Garrison King of Hansworth.

He wanted to obtain the title of the Heaven-Suppressing King.

In fact, Braydon really did that.

Braydon had a faint smile on his face as he crossed the sea with his hands behind his back and left the territory of Marshland.

However, the little fool was tiptoeing, and there was a head in his hand.

Luke Yates sneakily went to chop off Eligio Delgado’s head and took his head with him.

Braydon came to Marshland for two reasons.

The first was Eligio Delgado, one of the culprits of the Ludwig massacre forty years ago.

The second reason was the fate of Marshland!

Braydon had visited two of the three countries on the Ludwig defense line, Song and Marshland.

The remaining one was Banko.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Braydon had already descended upon Banko several times. He had previously warned Banko that if they dared to raise an army again, Braydon would not be merciful to them.

This was why Braydon had placed Banko at the back of the list.

Braydon had yet to arrive on Fura Island, but he could already sense the fluctuations of the country’s fate in the distant night.

Someone was triggering the fate of the country!

Braydon put his hands behind his back and chuckled. “It’s better to come at the right time than to come early. Banko is holding a title conferment ceremony!”

However, who was the person receiving the country’s fate?

Braydon was curious.

If Banko was like the other two countries, choosing a royal member as the son of the country’s fate, then the country’s fate was destined to fail.

“Banko’s candidate is probably the same as Song and Marshland,” Luke mumbled, shaking his head.

“That’s not true. Although Banko is a small country, its comprehensive national strength is far superior to that of Song and Marshland combined. The scale of its national fate is destined to be ten times that of those two countries!”

Braydon said softly to Luke.

As everyone knew, the stronger the country’s fate, the more talented martial artists could be born in the country.

This was the fortune of the country!

It was also the fate of the country.

Braydon had brought the little fool to Banko and descended on Fura Island. He did not hide his aura.

Therefore, the pinnacles of Banko were instantly alarmed.

A silver-haired old man wearing wooden clogs and a katana at his waist said with a gloomy face, “King Braydon, you’ve trespassed on the border of Banko again!”

“How noisy. Luke, kill him!”

Braydon had always been the cruelest to Banko’s martial artists.

The hands of the people of Banko were stained with the blood of too many Ludwig men.

Banko had taken the lives of too many of Hansworth’s men.

A debt of blood must be paid in blood!

The three countries were led by Banko.

Tonight was destined to be a night of slaughter.

Luke jumped down from the donkey. He tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired old man. “Old man, can you take a beating?” he asked suspiciously.