The Strongest War God

Chapter 1489: Battle Arena

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Instantly, the head guard’s face turned green.

Although the Cosmos Battle Arena didn’t have strict requirements for the address on the registration form, you still couldn’t write randomly!

It was written as the Main Lineage Palace.

Which lineage of the eight lineage masters was he?

The Main Lineage Palace was the residence of the various chiefs.

How could he dare to act recklessly? It was clearly disrespectful!

“Senior, isn’t the change of address a little too…” The head guard could tell that Paxton Foreman was extraordinary and smiled bitterly.

“It’s fine. Just submit it accordingly. If there’s anything, just use my name and have the manager of this arena find me.”

Paxton raised his hand and left a mark on the registration form.

The mark of the Foreman lineage!

No one was unfamiliar with this mark.

One of the eight lineages’ disciples!

His status was naturally higher.

Shocked, the head guard did not dare to ask any more questions.

He turned around and entered the arena.

However, at the side of the door, Paxton asked, “Trevon, why don’t you come in with me?”

Paxton was especially fond of Trevon.

Trevon nodded.

The closeness in the bloodline was something that could not be rejected.

Paxton and Trevon were about to enter as the guards were still in a difficult position.

“Senior, this child’s registration is not complete yet. If something happens to him, it will make things difficult for us!”

Paxton’s right hand held Trevon’s hand firmly, while his left hand swept across the sky, conjuring a special emblem.

Thirteen swords adorned the emblem.

As soon as the symbol appeared, all the guards’ faces turned pale.

They were shocked!

The emblem was the ultimate proof of authority in the Cosmos Battle Arena.

It represented everything – status, power, and treatment!

They had never seen an emblem like the thirteen martial arts swords before.

Whoever bore it was undoubtedly a big shot!

The core upper echelons of the race possessed terrifying strength.

The guards instantly broke out in cold sweat, knelt down, and said in trembling voices, “We didn’t know that the lord of the Foreman lineage had come. It’s our fault for being rude!”

“No worries!”

Paxton was in a good mood as he led Trevon into the Cosmos Battle Arena.

The center of the building was completely empty, with a ring-shaped structure of one floor after another.

The top floor housed a corridor overlooking the entire first floor.

The entire venue seemed designed like a battlefield.

Was there a place to rest on the battlefield?

No!

The only activity here was fighting.

The first level alone boasted over a hundred life-and-death arenas.

Stepping onto the stage was entering a world of evolution – the battlefield!

“Trevon, why did you choose the Cosmos Battle Arena first when you entered the Second Universe?” Paxton asked softly.

“I want to be like my father!” Trevon idolized his father, King Braydon, with all his heart.

Trevon had often heard about Braydon Neal’s legendary experiences from Dominic Lowe.

Paxton laughed. “Good. You have had a path heart since you were young. When you grow up, you will definitely astonish the starry sky.”

“I want to try entering!” Trevon pointed at the arena in the distance, the saint-level arena, the lowest level arena, where there was rarely any leisure time.

“Alright, I’ll personally open it for you.” Paxton nodded.

With a sweep of his left hand across the life and death arena, light emanated from it as it was activated.

Trevon jumped up and landed steadily on it.

Swoosh!

Everyone looked over in surprise.

How did a child sneak in?

The Cosmos Battle Arena was filled with ruthless people, all cultivators who had been through many battles.

Who would be willing to confront a child?

With so many people watching, there was no shortage of acquaintances.

If someone were to attack a child, regardless of the outcome, their reputation would be tarnished.

Many people nearby discussed whose child it might be, while on the third floor, Avery Ladd and a few holy masters were drinking and commenting on the participants in the arena until they saw Trevon.

“That’s… Trevon!”

Shocked, Avery leaned against the window, looking down.

His three friends joined him, equally astounded.

“It’s that little guy. He’s appeared again, alone. It seems that he’s sneaked in to play without telling his parents.”

“To be honest, I’m very curious about this little guy’s strength!” Some holy masters were especially interested.

“Trevon was born with sixteen wings,” Avery said solemnly. “He hasn’t reached adulthood yet. The potential of his bloodline will be released as he ages.”

Geniuses who had inherited their father’s bloodline would display their talent when they were young and would continue until they reached adulthood.

This was the terrifying aspect of bloodline cultivators.

Which was also what made the eight human lineages special.

Passed down from generation to generation, each generation would give birth to talents that were rare in ten thousand years.

Most of the people in the arena looked at the stage.

Trevon stood there quietly, waiting for his opponent.

If no one challenged him, the battle arena would randomly match him, ensuring opponents with matching forces.

A moment later, a fifteen-year-old youth wearing beast clothes and holding a pure white bone club walked up to the stage.

His name was Manluka.

They were both rookies in the battle arena.

He frowned. “What’s going on in the arena? Why is my opponent a child?”

However, everyone knew that the battle arena was fair.

Since Manluka was allowed to take the stage, it meant that their strength was about the same.

Trevon looked at him and said softly, “Manluka, fifteen years old, seventh level saint realm. Five battles, four wins and one loss!”

Life and death were decided on the stage.

However, this was the Second Universe.

Even if they were killed, they would not truly die; they would only be considered defeated.

Manluka looked at Trevon and couldn’t help but say in shock, “Neal Trevon, five years old, not yet a saint. His address…”

The address was a Main Lineage Palace!

It represented the human headquarters, a sacred place.

This child had come from a Main Lineage Palace.

Which of the eight lineages did he belong to?

“You’re young.” Manluka’s expression changed. “You can choose the place to fight.”

The stage could transform into any battle scene.

“Random,” Trevon said softly.

The little guy did not take advantage of others.

This was confidence that came from within.

It only took three seconds for the arena to transform.

The battlefield was completed in an instant.

It was actually the space battlefield.

Endless darkness shrouded the entire starry sky.

Huge broken starships floated in the starry sky, and countless broken limbs floated in the starry sky.

Trevon stood on the battlefield, looking at the shattered stars, his face not showing any fear. He looked at his opponent.

A resolute look appeared in Manluka’s eyes.

He no longer treated Trevon as a child.

Only one of them could walk out of this place.

Manluka held his bone club and charged over brazenly.

A wave of barbaric might appeared on his body.

Among the myriad paths in the cosmos, the living beings of various races chose one to cultivate for their entire lives.

What was Manluka’s path?

It did not appear!

Attacking with pure brute force.

The bone club’s aura seemed to have the power to sweep through everything.

Trevon was fearless.

But he was Braydon’s eldest son!

The young master of the Northern Army!

Inheriting his father’s ambition.