The Strongest War God

Chapter 1151: Don’t Help Him; He has to Fight with Wounds

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Like Braydon Neal and Skylar Neal who were the proud sons of the heavens.

Facing spirit beasts, they might not necessarily be weaker within the same level.

Sapphire Neal frowned lightly and said softly, “Braydon, with Jayven’s strength, rushing into the wolf pack is simply suicidal.”

“The Neal family does not produce trash, let alone cowards who fear death!”

Braydon looked at his younger brother behind him, his brow slightly furrowed.

The spirit beasts ahead were powerful, and Jayven Neal knew he was not a match. Would he choose not to fight?

Sometimes, the harsh environment didn’t give any options!

Skylar furrowed his brows slightly and said, “Braydon, this battle is indeed a bit tough for Jayven. Let me deal with the wolf pack!”

“Let him do it!” Braydon’s tone was calm, but his words were unquestionable.

Today’s battle was inevitable for Jayven.

Jayven felt a bit aggrieved, looking to Sapphire for help, then to Skylar.

Skylar shook his head gently, indicating that there was no need for further words.

Because what Braydon decided was almost impossible to change.

Jayven, as if stubborn, put down the small black cat, grasped his sword with both hands, and walked toward the wolf pack. With a touch of fierceness, he said, “I am not a coward. Even if I die here today, I refuse to believe that after my death, you will watch as my body is devoured by the wolves.”

“Stop talking nonsense!” Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, the wolf pack began to move. The greenish-brown wolf king was cautious, not attacking but instead directing the wolves to surround Braydon and his group.

Jayven held the long sword in his hands, his palms sweating.

This was his first time facing spirit beasts.

Usually, he relied on the reputation of the Neal family and didn’t have many encounters with martial artists on the South Pole Island.

After all, ordinary martial artists couldn’t afford to provoke young masters like Jayven.

Jayven didn’t initiate the attack.

But he was ready to attack.

The wolf pack reacted first.

A green wolf increased its speed abruptly, moving at over a hundred meters per second, swiftly moving on the grassland as if searching for an opportunity to attack Jayven.

Wolves, as creatures, were cunning and vicious, especially adept at group combat.

Generally, in the wilderness, solitary wolves were rare.

Whenever wolves appeared, they were almost always in packs.

When hunting, wolf packs never attacked one by one.

The green wolf targeting Jayven circled around, its green eyes flashing with fierceness, and leaped toward Jayven’s back.

Sapphire was startled and called out, “Jayven, behind you!”

As for Braydon, he stood calmly, faint red light flickering between his fingers.

That was the power of vitality!

Braydon forced Jayven to confront the wolf pack, intending for his younger brother to see blood.

Only by experiencing these things could Jayven go far on the path of martial arts in the future.

More importantly, the people around Braydon never lacked the courage to die.

When facing terrifying enemies, even if they knew they were not as strong as their opponents, they still had the courage to fight to the death.

Perhaps this kind of behavior would be seen as foolish and inflexible by some.

But don’t forget, Braydon and his brothers, the sons of the Northern Army, grew up on the northern battlefield.

They had been guarding the same thing since childhood.

That was the northern defense line.

Behind each person was the national border, the livelihoods of the people.

How could they retreat?

When powerful enemies were pressing in, intending to encroach upon the Hansworth territory, there was no retreat!

They could only fight to the death.

At this moment, Braydon saw his younger brother, Jayven, sweeping sideways with his sword in hand, forcing the green wolf back.

The green wolf was cunning, despite its fierce nature as a beast.

However, sometimes spirit beasts, more than humans, valued their lives and were more cautious, unwilling to get injured easily.

Because for beasts, they didn’t have sympathy.

Injured green wolves would be abandoned by the pack.

Once leaving the pack, an injured lone wolf, if too severely wounded and unable to hunt, would have only death awaiting it.

Some injured lone wolves might even be seen as prey by other spirit beasts.

So the green wolf continued circling around Jayven, launching probing attacks one after another.

Until the second green wolf seized the opportunity to attack.

And a third green wolf also found its chance and started to attack Jayven.

With around a hundred green wolves, a few attacking Jayven didn’t require much effort.

Jayven found it increasingly difficult to cope. Cold sweat was trickling down his temples. Compared to his previous clumsiness, he had now calmed down, and he was using tactics in his defense.

After all, he was the biological child of the second master of the Neal family.

Children born into giant families were all young masters, with strong foundations from being personally taught by experts.

The only drawback was that these young masters tended to be sheltered.

Skylar said calmly, “Jayven, endless defense is not the way of a martial artist. While understanding the art of defense is important for a martial artist, what’s more crucial is the spirit of aggression and the aura of battle. Attack is always the only way to turn the tide.”

“There are too many green wolves. I attack one, and several others come to bite me.”

Jayven felt somewhat frustrated.

His attacks were somewhat hesitant.

And he was always hesitant and wary.

Braydon spoke coldly, “Haven’t you seen people getting hurt in exchange for killing the enemy on the South Pole Island? As a martial artist, one must suffer injuries. You’re not that delicate!”

His words were like a fire, pressing Jayven.

In theory, with Jayven’s pinnacle strength, dealing with several green wolves that weren’t even pinnacles shouldn’t pose any problem.

But the green wolves were fierce.

And Jayven’s fighting style, hesitant and defensive, only led to suppression.

Jayven ultimately lacked the aura of battle.

He also lacked combat experience and the ability to seize opportunities in battle.

But these things couldn’t be taught.

He could only comprehend them in battle after battle.

Every martial artist had their own habits in combat and their own assessment of opportunities.

Jayven lacked these things.

Braydon could only force him.

He had to make Jayven use the strategy of trading injuries for life to stimulate the killing intent in Jayven.

Jayven gritted his teeth, gripping the sword in his right hand, and his speed suddenly increased, rushing toward one of the green wolves without any regard.

With his increased speed, Jayven’s attack was relentless.

Swish!

With just one sword strike, the green wolf was pierced through.

The sword pierced the heart of the green wolf.

Before dying, the green wolf, in a fit of ferocity, turned its head and fiercely bit Jayven’s left shoulder.

“Ah!”

Jayven let out a miserable cry as blood flowed down his shoulder.

His sister, Sapphire, exclaimed in shock, “Jayven!”

“Don’t help him! He has to fight while wounded!” Braydon raised his hand, holding Sapphire back, preventing her from helping Jayven.

Sapphire was both anxious and angry, somewhat losing control as she exclaimed, “Braydon, this is Jayven’s first time fighting a spirit beast. It’s already good enough that he’s come this far. In the Neal family, there’s internal strife, and although Uncle Louis, Father and Uncle Liam have strained relations—

“Jayven is affectionate toward you, acknowledging you as his big brother. He doesn’t understand what internal strife in the family means.

“Are you trying to force him to death now?”

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Sapphire was agitated and was rather excessive with her words.