The Strongest War God

Chapter 2001: The Interceptor Chapter 2001: The Interceptor Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Icarus Jacome wasn’t interested in recruiting a level four transcendent, which left many of the team members puzzled.

Sitting calmly in his wheelchair, Icarus announced, “Everyone has been recruited.

Now let me tell you—the leader of this team is…

Braydon Neal.” “Huh?” Braydon was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be chosen as the leader.  The other team members shot glances his way, frowning slightly.  Unable to gauge his level of cultivation, they stayed silent, though someone among them clearly wanted the position, given the leader’s pay was significantly better.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in purple robes stepped forward.

“Young Master Jacome,” he said, “with 100 transcendent level experts, logically, the leader should be someone at level four.

I’m not sure what your plan is, but without recruiting a level four, you shouldn’t just choose anyone to lead, right?

At the very least, you have to be responsible to the team.” Murmurs of agreement arose as others nodded.  They needed a strong leader; not some rookie whose strength was unproven.

Icarus smiled faintly.

“Braydon isn’t weak,” he assured them.

“I’ll be the leader,” Braydon replied, though he didn’t try to increase his pay.  He knew the role came with risks; for attackers lurking in the shadows, the leader was usually the first target to destabilize the team.

With a raise of his hand, Icarus produced a bottle of pills.

“Level three transcendence pills.

Superior-grade.

How does that sound?” “Good!” Braydon agreed immediately.

In an instant, hundreds of fierce eyes turned toward the pill bottle.  A transcendence pill was rare and coveted, especially among a group like this; one transcendence pill was worth 100 years of training for a regular level three transcendent and valued at 300,000 gray stones apiece.  With ten pills per bottle, the reward totaled three million gray stones.  Seeing this, many team members couldn’t hide their envy—many wanted the leader’s spot even more now.

“Young Master Jacome says you’re not weak, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re the strongest,” the purple-robed man said coldly.

“Oh?” Braydon chuckled.

“But we can’t fight here.” “Then come inside,” Icarus said, revealing a black token that created a martial arts practice arena in another dimension.

Braydon and the purple-robed man ascended the stage.  Strength was the only way to decide the leader, and this would be a fight that convinced the whole team.  “You go first,” Braydon said calmly.

Without hesitation, the purple-robed man drew his sword, a level two eon artifact.  Although he was a level three with a level two weapon, this indicated how little he had in terms of resources.

In response, Braydon raised a small black sword, which extended into a three-foot blade.  The two clashed, and with just one strike, Braydon’s sword shattered the man’s weapon, sending a flood of sharp, gleaming energy across the stage and piercing the purple-robed man’s body.  He had no armor to shield him from the force of the sword Qi.

“I admit defeat,” he declared, pale and injured.  The duel ended with a single blow, and the grade two eon artifact lay in pieces—a costly loss.

Watching from his wheelchair, Icarus’s eyes shone.

“Breaking a level two eon artifact with one strike… That’s at least a level three eon artifact,” he observed.  Such power was rarely seen, hinting that Braydon wielded something on par with a level four weapon.  It made Icarus uneasy—what exactly was this unconventional man planning within the team?

Nonetheless, Braydon’s strength won him the leadership.

“Get ready,” Icarus ordered, “we leave in two hours.” After dissolving the arena, everyone returned to the second floor of the posthouse pavilion.  Alone with Braydon, Icarus sighed, “Assassins outside want to kill me.

We can’t match them in strength, so we’ll have to rely on strategy.” “You want to split up the team so they lose track?” Braydon suggested.

“Exactly.

I’ll hide with you in the black card, hoping we avoid being hunted,” Icarus replied.

“That could work, but few will survive.” The two exchanged glances, each acknowledging the stakes.

Once a plan was set, an elderly woman joined the group and took a different escape route.  She would likely draw the most attention since she was known to care for Icarus.

At last, Icarus addressed the group.

“We’ll depart soon and head to White Horse Posthouse from different directions.

We’ll meet there.” “What?

We’re not leaving together?” “I get it,” someone murmured.

“Assassins are outside, and this is a diversion.” There was dissent among the group.  Braydon addressed them sternly, “With your strength, how many of you could survive an attack from these assassins?

Earlier, a hundred transcendents were annihilated.

Do you want that again?

Splitting up increases survival chances and the reward.” The crowd quieted, eventually agreeing.  They understood their best option was to leave separately and hope fate was on their side.

As they filed out, the movement caught the attention of the thousand transcendent level experts gathered outside.  Following them out, but keeping their distance, they avoided going past the entrance to avoid being mistaken for Braydon’s group.

As the team dispersed in all directions, a chilling aura filled the air.  A young man in white robes appeared, swinging his sword, and a blast of sword Qi struck down more than 20 transcendents, severing their transcendence path and ending their lives instantly.

“Junior Brother Jacome, you’re finally out,” he sneered, just as over ten others materialized in the sky, ready to hunt down the fleeing experts.