Chapter 1709 Poor Little Mervyn

Chapter 1709: Poor Little Mervyn Chapter 1709: Poor Little Mervyn Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation This time, it took considerable effort.  It took ten days to find him.

Braydon Neal decided to visit someone else: Huey Schwartz, who was originally ranked ninth on the trial board.

Huey was sitting cross-legged on a snowy mountain, drinking alone.  As he looked into the distance, he greeted Braydon with a soft smile, “It’s an honor to have you here, distinguished guest!” Braydon took a seat across from him and noticed that the wine in the glass was still warm.  Had Huey been waiting for him?

“Drinking alone, don’t you feel lonely?” Braydon asked.

Huey replied, “Recently, everyone in the trial world has been talking about the nameless person ranked fifth on the trial board.

You’ve been relentlessly pursuing Mervyn Cataldo and have killed him several times.

From what I know, you two don’t seem to have any deep-seated hatred.” “This is the price for reneging on his word,” Braydon responded.

Braydon quickly realized that Huey was likely Mervyn’s intermediary.

Huey smiled faintly.

“Isn’t it better to leave a way out?” Braydon played with his wine glass, intrigued.

“Do you want to bear his debt?” Huey continued, “Even though I’m ranked higher than Mervyn, I’m only slightly stronger.

You, on the other hand, are on a different level.

Based on your track record with Mervyn, a newly advanced path-returning realm cultivator like myself stands little chance against you.

Only the top three on the trial board might have a better shot.” “You waited for me here for Mervyn,” Braydon said calmly.

“But I’m not looking for you on his account.” Huey acknowledged, “Even though I’ve reached the path-returning realm, I might not be much help to you.” But Braydon wasn’t just any ordinary person.  He had his own plans in mind.  If the contestants from the Northern Stellar Realm Competition were recruited by the Northern Army as generals, it could change everything.

The overall strength of the Northern Army would definitely rise to a new level.

“He wants to invite you to join the human army,” Mayfly said calmly.

“What?” Huey was taken aback.  As he processed the information, he was somewhat surprised.  So, that’s why he had been so relentless in pursuing Mervyn—he was trying to recruit him for the human army.

“I will not submit to any force!” Mervyn declared with resolve.

At that moment, a figure appeared in the distance—Mervyn himself.  He glared at Braydon with gritted teeth.

Swoosh!

In an instant, Braydon was in front of Mervyn.  His golden wings flashed as he slashed with terrifying power.  The force from his dual-pupils obliterated Mervyn on the spot, leaving behind only a shattered black-and-white token.

Mervyn was killed for the fourth time!

There was no time for any further discussion; Braydon struck swiftly and decisively.

Huey’s face turned grim as he watched the glass in his hand turn to dust.  He hadn’t anticipated Braydon would act with such disregard.

Huey wasn’t the only lobbyist.  There was also Magnar Forbord, who had originally been ranked eighth on the trial board.

In an instant, Huey stood up.  A young man in black, carrying a scabbard and with a cold demeanor, approached.

“Magnar!” Mayfly exclaimed.

“There are ways to handle these matters diplomatically, but you’ve chosen a different route!” Huey said indifferently.

Although Huey knew he couldn’t match Braydon alone, Magnar’s presence shifted the odds.  Together, Huey and Magnar had about a 70% chance of defeating Braydon.  Originally, Huey had planned to negotiate.  However, if all else failed, the three of them could overpower Braydon with their combined strength.  However, Braydon’s unexpected ferocity had disrupted those plans.  He had acted without hesitation, leaving no room for negotiation.

With the diplomacy failed, Huey had no choice but to prepare for confrontation.  He gripped his long sword with his right hand and kept his left hand behind his back.

“I am Huey Schwartz, a first-level path-returning cultivator from the Hidden Void Galaxy!” “From Inkjade Galaxy’s path-returning second level, Magnar Forbord!” The black-robed youth brandished a black sword.  Holding it seemed to stir Braydon’s fighting spirit.

“The Northern Army, Braydon Neal.

Please enlighten me!” Braydon said politely.

As everyone knew, the more polite the king of the northern territory was, the more ruthless he could be!

Huey said calmly, “In this battle, the two of us will face you alone.

If you win, your name will become famous in the Northern Stellar Realm.

If you lose, it won’t be a disgrace.

With your talent, it won’t be long before you become someone we admire.” After all, Braydon was still a relatively new eternal!

If they fought on equal terms, Braydon would likely defeat them effortlessly!

Magnar added coldly, “This battle comes with a new agreement.

If you lose, you can no longer involve yourself with Mervyn.

Is that acceptable?” “If you both lose, I will be your master and you will become my slaves!” Braydon countered.

Huey and Magnar exchanged glances, surprised by Braydon’s confidence.  Despite being ranked above Mervyn, the two of them were taken aback by Braydon’s bold stance.

Both sides had their terms.  A fierce battle was imminent!

Mayfly shook his head lightly.  He knew that after today’s battle, there would be two more people being hunted in the trial world.

Mayfly understood that Braydon’s golden wings and Eyes of Reincarnation were formidable.  However, he also possessed an even more terrifying inheritance: the ancestor of the human race’s Divine-Slaying Strike and Ten Thousand Transformations—both fearsome cultivation and forbidden techniques.

Mayfly was confident that with his full strength, Braydon could defeat the two of them.  What Mayfly didn’t realize was that Braydon’s trump cards extended far beyond what he had seen.

Techniques like the Monarch Art, the Funeral Song, and the return of the Ten Thousand Banished Immortals were part of Braydon’s arsenal.  Some of these forbidden techniques could only be used once in a lifetime!

For instance, the return of the Ten Thousand Banished Immortals involved returning to Braydon’s main body.  How much further would Braydon grow at that time?  It was impossible to predict!

As it stood, the battle had already begun.

Huey’s sword moved with incredible speed.  It seemed to embody the evolution of life and death, eventually transforming into an eternal sword path that neither increased nor decreased but persisted forever.  The eternity of the sword made it clear that it could hurt Braydon.

Magnar’s sword unleashed the full power of a path-returning realm cultivator, channeling primordial chaos path power.  He held nothing back.  From witnessing Braydon’s defeat of Mervyn, Magnar knew just how formidable this opponent was.

The two of them attacked from both the east and west.  Braydon stood calmly with his hands behind his back, not using the Northern King Sword.

If he did, he would undoubtedly lose.

The two path-returning geniuses were no ordinary cultivators.  Regardless of who Braydon chose to engage, the other would seize the opportunity to attack at all costs.  Their cultivation was at such a level that a single decisive strike could determine victory or defeat.

Feeling the pressure, Braydon chuckled.

“I’ve never lost when outnumbered!” “Hmm?” Huey had a sinking feeling.

Swoosh!

Behind Braydon, ten thousand banished immortals appeared—terrifying asuras, radiant buddhas, and countless Dharma statues filling the sky.  Huey was stunned.

“Ten Thousand Transformations!” Magnar exclaimed.

“Damn it!” Huey shouted as he waved his sword, summoning a Heavenly Dharma that took the form of himself.

“Path returning!” he declared, merging his body with the sky.

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