The Strongest War God

Chapter 2093: High and Mighty Chapter 2093: High and Mighty Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation A disciple pointed at a figure in the sky and exclaimed, “Is she the number one prodigy of the previous generation of the Ninth Peak, Miss Wilma Nilles?” “That can’t be right.

Someone like her should have entered the inner sect long ago.

What is she still doing in the outer sect?” “It’s said that Wilma has a blood feud with someone in the inner sect.

She won’t enter the inner sect until she’s strong enough.” “Besides, she’s already an elder of the Ninth Peak and holds a high position.” Wilma, wearing a light-colored long dress, let her amber eyes sweep over the crowd below.

Her beautiful face was indifferent, pausing only briefly as her gaze fell on Braydon Neal.

“All of you can stand according to the peak you like,” she said calmly.

“After that, the elders will select you.

Do you understand?” The elders in the sky exchanged a knowing glance before shouting in unison, “Lige Guay!” The disciples below were stunned.

What was going on?

Seven elders competing for the same person?

And wasn’t the Sixth Peak known to accept only girls?

“Lige, my First Peak boasts the highest combat power in the entire Myriad Devil Sect.

We offer all kinds of combat techniques.

If you join us, your strength will grow exponentially,” said one elder.

“Haha,” laughed another.

“Come to my Second Peak.

Barbaric fighting is so crude.

My Second Peak—” Before the elder could finish, another chimed in, “The Sixth Peak has many female disciples.

If you join, you’ll never have to worry about finding a path companion in the future.” The disciples groaned in frustration.

Rules?

What rules?

Clearly, the strong made their own rules.

Even Locke Macadam couldn’t help feeling envious.

Meanwhile, Braydon stood still, seemingly unmoved.

He was weighing his options when his eyes caught Wilma’s.

Their gazes locked, and after a long pause, Braydon finally spoke.

“Thank you, elders, for your kindness.

I would like to know if I have the qualifications to enter the Ninth Peak.” The other elders, who had been vying for his attention, froze, their expressions turning to disbelief.

Wilma, who had remained silent until now, responded, her voice light yet decisive.

“Naturally.” Looking at her from afar, Braydon asked again, “Then, does Elder Wilma need me?” His words caused an uproar.

Was this a confession?

An elder like Wilma, who had enemies in the inner sect, could have entered long ago if not for her circumstances.

The elders sighed in relief.

Surely she would reject him—perhaps even teach him a lesson for his boldness.

But Wilma’s expression betrayed a flicker of surprise.

Among the disciples, she admired Braydon the most, believing he alone possessed the talent to shape the future.

What she hadn’t expected was his public declaration.

Then, to everyone’s shock, Wilma smiled—a rare, radiant smile that felt like the first breath of spring after a harsh winter.

“Braydon, I need you,” she said.

“But I won’t take a path companion within the next hundred years, nor will I consider such matters.

If you can keep up with me, I’ll give you a chance.

I, Wilma Nilles, will give you a chance.” The disciples were dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

Elder Wilma… agreed?

This couldn’t be real.

Even the elders in the sky were stunned.

Recruiting disciples based on strength was one thing, but Wilma had deployed… a honey trap?

One elder, trying to intervene, said, “Wilma, as an elder of the Ninth Peak, this seems inappropriate—” But Wilma cut him off with a sharp glance.

“Didn’t you just transmit a message to Braydon, promising to teach him 24 hours a day?

You’ve already crossed the line.

I’m merely being forthright.

Perhaps your thinking is outdated.” The elder fell silent, his face pale.

Unfazed, Braydon turned to Elder Ilias Isidoro of the First Peak.

“Elder Ilias, if I were to join the First Peak, would I receive any special treatment?” Elder Ilias, misinterpreting Braydon’s dissatisfaction, lit up with joy.

Stroking his beard, he replied warmly, “Braydon, as a new-generation genius of the Myriad Demon Sect, the First Peak would spare no effort to nurture you.

We’d provide every resource you need to grow.” Other elders quickly echoed his sentiments, each promising unparalleled opportunities.

Yet Braydon remained unmoved.

With a faint smile that captivated many female disciples, he turned his attention back to Wilma.

“Elder Wilma, did you hear that?” he asked.

She nodded, intrigued.

“Then let me say this: For you, I can give up everything.

Even if the other peaks offer their all, it still wouldn’t compare to what you mean to me.”

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