The Strongest War God-Chapter 130 - The Entire Northern Region Welcomes Your Arrival

130 The Entire Northern Region Welcomes Your Arrival

At this moment, Hudson Zamora wiped the cold sweat off his face. He knew what a stupid mistake they had made.

The five of them actually wanted a young War God to obey their orders.

This had to be the biggest joke in the world.

Every War God in the country was a figure that all parties were fighting for!

!!

Beside Hudson, his three colleagues were also wiping the cold sweat off their faces with handkerchiefs. They were all frightened.

Although he was a top-notch field officer, his ancient martial strength was only at the level of a level-nine warrior.

Of course, in front of Braydon Neal, this strength was nothing.

However, in the outside world, a ninth-level warrior was already not weak.

One step further and he would be at the warlord level, a person who could be conferred the title of general.

The three silver needles in Braydon’s palm trembled slightly. The first needle was inserted into the Tianfu point, and the second needle was inserted into the Tianquan point, which was to activate the blood and clear the channels and collaterals.

Braydon then took out seven silver needles, each of which was nourished with purple Qi. He kept stimulating the major acupuncture points all over the old lady’s body so that the blood in her body would flow.

Traditional Chinese medicine’s principle was that if the blood did not flow, things were not good.

If a person’s Qi and blood were smooth, their limbs and bones healthy, and their immune system naturally strong, they could heal themselves without taking medicine.

For old people like the old lady, when they had entered their twilight years, their Qi and blood would decline, and their bodies would continue to deteriorate. All kinds of illnesses would follow.

On the other hand, martial artists were the exact opposite. They cultivated ancient martial arts to strengthen their bones, muscles, and blood. However, any powerful ancient martial arts practitioner was someone with strong blood and Qi.

King level characters could live for three hundred years!

This was a publicly acknowledged fact.

Therefore, all the martial artists in the world yearned for powerful strength. They were not only obsessed with the feeling of being above others, but also wanted to live longer.

Just like the Daoist priests of Daoism, the cultivation of Daoism was to seek freedom and longevity.

Daoism’s life-nourishment art was truly one of a kind.

One could get a glimpse of it from ancient historical books. Qi cultivators from before the 221 B.C. and ancient Daoists were mostly skilled in alchemy. Although they could make all kinds of strange things, they were still happy and never tired. What they wanted was the medicine of longevity.

Of course, the ancient alchemists had created one of the four great inventions, gunpowder, by randomly refining pills. This could also be considered as a contribution to mankind.

The old lady on the bed slowly woke up. Her Qi and blood had spread to her limbs and bones, causing the old lady to sweat all over. His mouth was a little dry. “Braydon, you’re here!”

“Grandma, drink some water!” Braydon fed her water personally.

The old lady drank some water, and her mental state was obviously much better. She leaned against the bed and looked at the many people in the room.

“Grandma, you’re finally awake!” Heather Sage said with tears in her eyes.

“Silly girl, even if Grandma is gone, you still have your brother Braydon. He will take care of you for the rest of your life!” The old lady said kindly.

Heather’s delicate cheeks flushed red, and she stomped her feet in embarrassment, “If I let him take care of me, I think I’ll die of anger!”

Braydon stood aside quietly. Seeing that the old man was fine, he was ready to leave quietly.

“Where are you going?” Heather’s gaze was unfriendly.

“I’m just going out for a walk. Do I need to report to you?” Braydon laughed.

“Who cares about you? Go wherever you want!” Heather rolled her eyes. She was inexplicably angry when she saw that bastard Braydon.

“Braydon, “the old lady said kindly, “if you’re busy, go ahead. I feel much better.

“Grandma, take care of your health. If you feel unwell, ask her to look for me.”

Braydon was referring to Heather. This girl had never been polite to him.

In the entire Preston, perhaps only these relatives were worthy of Braydon’s personal help.

If it were an outsider, not to mention letting Braydon make a house call, even if it was brought to his face, he would probably ignore it.

However, at the door of the ward, Hudson was suspicious when he learned that Braydon was a national doctor. This young War God was definitely a genius and had the support of a big force.

The key was that they could not find any information at all.

Hudson secretly reported it and asked for information about Braydon.

Suddenly, a mysterious phone call came in, and a low, hoarse male voice said, “Hudson Zamora, you’re investigating Mr. Neal?”

“And you are?” Hudson was dumbfounded. He asked a colleague in the capital to transfer Braydon’s file.

In the end, he did not receive a call from his colleague. Instead, he received an unknown number’s call.

The man’s voice was cold. “Some things can’t be investigated. This is the first and last time. If you want to investigate, the north will always welcome you!”

The call ended.

Anyone could understand that this was a warning!

No more investigation, or the people in the north will make a move.

Hudson was stunned and mumbled to himself, “The north? Isn’t that the northern territory? The north’s people taking action…”

At this moment, Hudson’s entire body quivered. His eyes were filled with shock.

Since it was related to the northern army, they could stop the investigation.

“How did it go?” the muscular man asked. “The appearance of such a young War God in Preston is no small matter.”

Hudson’s phone rang again.

“Tristan, I was given a warning just now.”

Hudson picked up the phone and said to his colleague.

...

On the other end of the phone, the man’s face darkened. “Who is the person you asked me to investigate? I just found out that the White-robed killer God Yuri Qualls from the north called personally. His intention was very clear. He’s inviting me to be his guest. How would I dare to go?!”

After Hudson heard this, he was stunned.

He thought that Braydon was just someone from the north, but he had underestimated this young man. Yuri Qualls, one of the ten most ruthless men in the north, had called him personally.

His identity was a little terrifying.

Braydon was already at the door. With his sensitive hearing, he chuckled. “The voice on the other end of the phone sounds familiar. It seems to be someone I know!”

Hudson handed his phone to Braydon and wiped the cold sweat off his face. When he came back to his senses, he found that Braydon was already talking to the person on the other end of the phone.

The man on the other end of the line almost peed his pants.

Braydon was not the only one who found his voice familiar!

When the man heard Braydon’s gentle voice, he felt that it was familiar. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He would never forget this voice for the rest of his life.

He, Tristan Yandell, was also born in the north!

Who could forget the voice of their own commander?

...

Every year, there was a quota for people to retire from the army in the north to take in new blood. There were bound to be old people who would leave the northern territory.

The rule of the north was that the strong stayed and the weak left.

Using force to decide the victor was simple and crude, and it was also the most convincing. This also caused the northern army to become more and more powerful. The eight countries outside Hansworth did not dare to make any moves.

Tristan was beaten to a pulp in the north back then. In the end, he packed up his things and left. He was a War God.

Under the heavens, only the north would chase out War Gods, but a bunch of forces outside fought to get them.

All the warriors from the north were invincible among their peers!

At this moment, Braydon took the phone and smiled. “Little monkey, do you still remember me?”

“What the f*ck, it’s really you!” In an elegant garden in a nursing home in the capital, a thirty-year-old man, who was sitting with his legs crossed by the fishing platform, staggered and fell to the ground. He was completely dumbfounded!