The Strongest War God

Chapter 2017: Almost Exposed Chapter 2017: Almost Exposed Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal had already killed tens of thousands of yetis, so he was very familiar with the intelligence and habits of low-level yetis.

Low-level yetis hadn’t yet fully awakened their spirituality.

Especially level one yetis—they were practically mindless.

The level five yeti took one look and immediately lost interest.  This didn’t look like the Braydon he remembered.  He waved a hand dismissively.

“Forget it.

Let’s go.” But Braydon swayed his body, refusing to leave; he even moved closer to the level five yeti.

The level five yeti’s expression darkened.  He raised a hand, producing a snow-white pill in his palm.

Bam!

He swallowed it in one gulp.

Braydon trailed along, clearly wanting more.

“Get lost!” The level five yeti was in a foul mood and bellowed.

Only then did Braydon finally leave at an unhurried pace, imitating the mannerisms of an idiotic member of the yeti tribe.

The level five yeti’s suspicions faded.  A level one yeti was just this foolish, with pitiably low intelligence.

At the same time, Braydon understood that the yeti evolved by devouring.  They absorbed power from their own kind to grow stronger, as well as from the world’s energy to cultivate.

However, low-level yetis lacked high intelligence.  When they encountered a lone or injured yeti, they’d instinctively swarm, treating it as prey to kill and devour.

Intermediate-level yetis, by contrast, had enough intelligence to avoid slaughtering their own kind without necessity, preferring instead to absorb the world’s transcendence energy.  But if they hit a bottleneck, they might attack others at the same level to kill and devour them to break through.

Still, high-level yetis despised killing low-level clansmen.  Wanton massacres of their kind drew the ire of higher-ranking yetis.

Braydon swayed his way slowly up the snowy mountain.

After two hours on the mountain, one of the eight level four yetis returned, seemingly unsuccessful, wanting to see if the level five yeti had further orders.

Braydon happened to reach the peak of the mountain and looked around.

The level five yeti had already left, and the other level four yetis were searching elsewhere.

He was now isolated!

Braydon continued swaying closer to the level four yeti.

“Where’s Lord Elm?” the level four yeti asked coldly, looking at him.

“Yaya?” Braydon stretched out his hand as if asking for a reward.

“Idiot!” The level four yetis weren’t generous—each pill came from their own transcendence power.

Unless they were extremely powerful and could afford the loss, they wouldn’t give one out.

Seeing he wouldn’t get anything, Braydon turned to leave, but a chill suddenly touched his back.

Terrified, he swung around.

A black longsword appeared in Braydon’s right hand, already unsheathed.

Gripping the hilt with his left, he revealed a deadly gleam.

Swoosh!

He unleashed the mysterious sword path.

Braydon had been nurturing this sword for over three years.  It absorbed a portion of his power every day, accumulating terrifying energy.

In one strike!

Its power was a hundredfold stronger.

A single blow cut through his target, severing his transcendence.  In an instant, the body shredded, leaving only a fist-sized snow spirit crystal.

A level four snow spirit crystal!

Extremely valuable—it could be exchanged for ten fourth-level transcendent pills.

After succeeding, Braydon stayed put.  He sheathed his sword and resumed his dazed expression.

The low-level yetis nearby were unaffected, moving up the mountain.

Braydon turned and walked toward the mountainside.

In less than fifteen minutes— Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The level five yeti and several level four yetis had returned.

They sensed it: the terrifying sword Qi from a moment ago matched Braydon’s aura.  With their companion’s aura now gone and only a broken body left, it was clear what happened.

“Damn it, he hasn’t gone far,” the level five transcendent snarled, eyes blazing with fury.

“Kill!

Kill everything nearby!” “This…” The seven level four transcendents hesitated.

Tribe rules prohibited high-ranking members from slaughtering low-level tribesmen, especially those of the first level.  Though they weren’t a threat, they formed the foundation of the tribe’s growth, as all evolved from low-level yetis.

Recklessly killing lower tribesmen would endanger the entire tribe.

Anyone caught doing so faced immediate execution.

The level five yeti realized the gravity of this and looked around at the clueless level one yetis.  He saw Braydon’s face on every one but dared not act rashly.

With a chilling look, he said, “The rules forbid killing.

They don’t forbid confinement.” “We understand!” the others responded.

In an instant, they all sprang into action.

The level four transcendent swept through the area, imprisoning countless low-level yetis.

The low-level yetis had no resistance.

The area held tens of thousands of yetis within a hundred miles, creating a chaotic mass.  With so many, it was impossible to identify Braydon.

Adding to the chaos, the yetis began attacking one another.  Wounded individuals quickly became targets, triggering a frenzy of devouring.

As the frenzy continued, Braydon watched, maintaining a calm expression.  He knew his cover was in jeopardy.

If things continued, he’d be exposed in under two hours.

With blood already on his hands, he pretended to have consumed several snow spirit stones, blending in.

But he knew that if he couldn’t evolve, suspicion would fall on him.

After all, he was not a yeti.

No disguise could let him evolve.

Braydon weighed his options, preparing to flee if necessary.