The Strongest War God

Chapter 311: Birds Don’t Dare to Chirp, Cicadas Don’t Dare to Click!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If that’s the case, we have a 70% chance of success. But you know better than us, Commander. If we transplant someone else’s bone, he won’t be able to practice martial arts in the future!”

Scott Lionel said.

Joseph Thomas, who was lying on the bed, could no longer pretend to be asleep and suddenly opened his eyes.

To him, if he could not practice martial arts in this life…

He might as well die.

To a martial artist, the most painful thing was to cripple him.

From then on, he had no fate with martial arts.

For ordinary people with strong personalities, even if you crippled them, they would still not be able to accept this outcome.

Not to mention martial artists. If they could not practice martial arts for their entire lives, they might as well die.

Living meant suffering!

“Brother Braydon, I don’t want to have a bone transplant.” Joseph’s dry lips moved.

“If you don’t get a bone transplant, I’m afraid you’ll have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.”

Scott told him the truth.

If a bone transplant was done, the doctors of the of the northern army could help Joseph stand up again.

The only drawback was that he could no longer cultivate martial arts.

A martial artist’s light force and dark force relied on their physique every time they released an attack.

Joseph’s body would definitely suffer from some hidden injuries after the leg bone transplant.

It was not suitable for him to cultivate ancient martial arts!

Even so, Joseph stubbornly said, “Even if I have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, I’m still a martial artist!”

He had trained in martial arts since he was young, and now he had become an ordinary person.

He would rather die than stop being a martial artist!

Even if his legs were crippled, he was still a martial artist.

After replacing the leg bones, he could no longer use the dark force and the light force, so he was no different from an ordinary person. He, Joseph Thomas, would not accept this outcome!

“Let him be!” Braydon sighed.

“Yes, sir!”

Scott and the others understood what they had to do.

They were in the room, correcting Joseph’s bones.

Joseph was lying on the bed, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his forehead bulging like dragons. Bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping down his face as he grunted.

Braydon stood there quietly, his eyes calm and emotionless.

There was no sympathy or pity on his face.

When Braydon was young, he led his troops to fight against the eight countries outside the borders. After everv battle. the soldiers of the northern armv who were injured were more seriously injured than Joseph.

The former King Braydon could not just sit back and watch his comrades die in front of him because of their injuries.

Braydon then studied medicine in the northern territory.

Later on, Luther Carden said, “Learning these skills can save people, but it can’t save the country!”

This was a subtle reminder to Braydon that as the commander of the northern army and the master of the eight thousand miles of the desert; the responsibility he had to shoulder was not to save the dying and heal the wounded.

Ever since that reminder, Braydon’s medical skills had stopped at the level of a national doctor.

For five whole years, there was no progress at all.

Until today, Braydon’s medical skills were still at the same level as five years ago.

Even so, Braydon was still a national doctor!

If Joseph’s injuries were treated by a national doctor’s methods, it would be bone transplant.

However, this was equivalent to cutting off Joseph’s path of martial arts.

That was why it was out of the question!

Scott had also said that he needed a great national doctor to cure Joseph.

A doctor from a country that was on a whole level higher than a doctor from a country!

In Hansworth, it had been nearly 500 years since a great national doctor was born.

Now, they could only learn a thing or two from ancient books.

Everyone knew that if one wanted to become a national doctor, one must first become a War God!

To become a great national doctor, one must first become a king!

To become a great national doctor, one had to fuse medical skills with martial arts. The specific cultivation inheritance had long been cut off.

It was difficult to cultivate even with an inheritance.

Not to mention the modern era, where the inheritance was cut off. How could people become great national doctors?

Braydon left the room in a flash and stood alone on the roof of the villa. His white clothes fluttered in the wind as he looked into the distance.

His thin lips moved slightly. “Learning medicine can save people, but it can’t save the country. Second Brother, one sentence from you has subdued my medical realm for five years!”

Braydon sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Around his thin body, a stream of air slowly formed. Accompanied by the flying leaves on the roof, it formed a vortex that revolved around Braydon.

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly, “A doctor can save a person, but he can’t save a country!’”‘

“Then what about me, Braydon Neal, who uses medicine to save people and martial arts to protect the country?”

His indifferent voice was like thunder, resounding through the world.

Braydon’s words were an answer to the question that had troubled him back then.

Cripple Carden, that old man, had said those words to prevent Braydon from wasting his energy on medicine.

But if a doctor could protect the country, what use was there for the ancient martial arts lineage!

The martial arts lineage had cultivated the righteous path of the human world since ancient times, protecting the common people and the beautiful mountains and rivers!

This scene stunned everyone in the courtyard.

Logan Hall looked at Braydon, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, and the wind around him was like a tide, with withered leaves swirling around him.

He asked in shock, “Is…

“Retreat. Young Master is going through an enlightenment, so don’t disturb him!”

Old Man Zito appeared and pulled Logan out of the courtyard.

Ernest Lanford wallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with respect. “Is he trying to become a great national doctor?”

“Martial arts as the main and medical skills as the auxiliary. If he succeeds in combining the two and step into the realm of a great national doctor, Young

Master will definitely put his name down in history!”

A hint of excitement flashed in the depths of Old Man Zito’s eyes.

A young great national doctor!

In the 5,000 years of history of Hansworth, there had never been such an outstanding person.

Even though the inheritance was cut off, Braydon was once again walking a brilliant path with the appearance of a Qilin.

The great path of national medicine!

He would pave a complete path for his descendants.

His achievements would be recorded in history forever.

Sammy Dudley said softly, “The commander entered the northern territory at the age of seven. On his eleventh birthday, the old commander went missing. The heavy responsibility of protecting the 8,000 miles of northern desert fell on the commander’s shoulders.

“At such a young age, he led millions of elites of the north, held the commander-in-chief’s seal, and was the leader of the hundred generals of the Military Department. At such a young age, such achievements could have already been recorded in history, and he would become a legend.” Faith appeared in Sammy’s eyes.

Everyone in the northern army had faith in Braydon Neal!

He was a living legend.

The cohesiveness of the northern army was unimaginable to outsiders.

On the roof of the villa, the sun hung high in the sky.

Braydon was cultivating alone, and his aura was getting stronger and stronger. His aura was leaking out, and half of Preston was shocked!

Birds dare not chirp, cicadas dare not click, and beasts dare not roar.

The fowls and beasts were silent.

The entire Neal family manor was filled with fear.

Because King Braydon was about to break through, and his aura was leaking out.

Usually, Braydon would restrain his aura at home. He was easy-going and indifferent, like a rich young master.

No one could imagine how much killing intent Braydon had hidden in his thin body.

Until it was evening time.

Liam Neal arrived and comforted the frightened little Ginny Neal. He stood outside the courtyard and looked at Braydon, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof.

“Sammy, why is Braydon’s killing intent so strong?” he asked in shock.

“Big Brother became a commander at seven years old and became a War God at nine years old. You have to personally stain your hands with the blood of your enemies in every step of the way. This is the rule of the northern army, it doesn’t change because of gender, nor does it compromise because of age.”

Yuri Qualls was dressed in white and looked like an immortal who had descended from the moon. He took little Ginny from Liam’s arms and carried the ten-year-old girl.

A doting look flashed across his eyes..