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The young man had a thin figure, but his eyes seed to have an inextinguishable light, filled with determination.
He was the most outstanding genius chosen by Marshland through the Martial Artist Summit.
He was born in an ordinary family and had no background.
He was a wild cultivator.
He grew up this way.
Leocadio Delgado of Marshland had also thought it through. As long as one was a citizen of Marshland, one could carry the fate of the country.
“Santiago, are you ready?” Leocadio asked seriously.
“I will not disappoint the king!”
The young martial artist, Santiago Huelva, turned around and saluted Leocadio with the martial arts salute.
Leocadio nodded lightly. “The future of Marshland’s martial arts will fall on you tonight. If we fail this ti, Marshland will be oppressed by that King Braydon Neal for the next 500 years. We will never rise again.”
“The martial artists of Marshland are not weaker than anyone else!”
Santiago said firmly.
However, ten miles away from the platform.
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back under a big tree.
“He’s a good seedling,” Channing said softly.
“His father, Karlo Huelva, is a hidden agent of the Northern Army.”
Braydon’s deep eyes stared into the distance.
Channing Lestrange was stunned. He ca back to his senses and said in disbelief, “Then this kid…”
“The Northern Army’s hidden agents have their own rules. All of them are prepared to abandon their wife and children at any ti. They don’t dare to marry or have children. They must be prepared to withdraw at any ti. But Karlo has violated the rules.”
Braydon was the commander of the Northern Army.
Braydon had already morized the information of the 100 foreign hidden agents.
Karlo was hidden in Marshland. Code na: BL100.
Karlo was in charge of Marshland’s military headquarters. He was the commander of Marshland and held real power. He was in charge of 200,000 elite soldiers and two legions.
He was definitely a high-ranking figure in Marshland.
Karlo was one of the top ten core figures.
“The hidden agents of the Northern Army are really everywhere in the world,” Channing said helplessly.
“Karlo is a hidden agent. He married and had children, but he kept it a secret. When Luther Carden found out about it, he almost summoned him back to the northern territory. Later, I ordered him to stop. I’m afraid Santiago still doesn’t know who his father is.”
Braydon stared at Santiago, who was standing on the platform.
The girl that Karlo liked had been hidden in the countryside of Marshland.
Karlo never returned.
Because as a hidden agent, sotis there were many things that he had no choice in!
“What do you plan to do with this kid?” Channing suddenly asked.
“Bring him back to the Northern Army. After he becos a hero, I can’t let him leave his ho.”
Braydon expressed his stance.
Santiago was Karlo’s descendant, so he was a child of the Northern Army.
Naturally, he should bring him back to the northern desert!
Marshland was not Santiago’s ho country.
Santiago’s ho country was Hansworth.
This was the truth.
He would have to tell Santiago sooner or later.
Channing shook his head and said, “Even if you tell this kid, I don’t think he’ll go with you. He won’t believe you. I’m afraid he still thinks he’s from Marshland.”
“The Northern Army will make up for what we owe him.”
Braydon was still as calm as ever.
At the sa ti, he could also see why many of the Northern Army hidden agents had no descendants.
They were in a foreign land, and there was a risk of being exposed at any ti.
Once exposed, it would implicate all of his friends and family.
If they dared to have a family, once they were exposed, it would definitely bring disaster to their entire family.
Even if the hidden agent had descendants, they had to hide themselves and could not tell their loved ones.
This kind of tornt was very painful!
“It’s starting!” Channing’s eyes flashed.
Braydon looked into the distance. Leocadio of Marshland had once again attracted the fate of the country.
This ti, the person who would inherit the fate of Marshland was none other than Santiago.
At the sa ti, the national fate of Marshland was four tis larger than the one Braydon had.
Four hundred miles of national fate.
It was as mighty as the might of heaven.
The fate of the country descended, and the beasts in the forest prostrated themselves on the ground.
“Santiago!” Leocadio shouted.
“I can definitely do it!”
Santiago, this village youth, had a stubborn look in his eyes.
The stubbornness in his bones could be felt through his clear eyes.
Braydon’s deep eyes revealed a hint of admiration for this youth.
The descendants of the Northern Army’s sons would inherit the will of their fathers.
The inheritance that ca from the blood could never be erased.
“If there’s a fierce battle later,” Braydon said softly, “you’ll be responsible for the safety of Santiago.”
“No problem.”
As the deputy commander of the Northern Army, Channing already knew Santiago’s identity.
No matter what, he would protect Santiago.
The two of them stood in the distance and watched as the fate of the country descended.
The fate of the country was like the might of heaven, and the process of decline was very slow.
Santiago stood on the high platform, bearing the heaviest pressure.
The fate of the country had nothing to do with cultivation.
It depended on a martial artist’s potential!
Santiago’s thin body stood on the high platform, unmoving as the fate of the nation descended.
Below the high platform stood a man who looked to be in his thirties.
Martial artists aged very slowly. Their appearance did not equal their actual age.
The thirty-year-old man’s brows were filled with the dignified aura of a military man. His tiger eyes were fixed on the high platform, and he did not say a word.
He was Karlo!
He knew very well who the youth standing on the platform was.
That was Karlo’s child!
Since ancient tis, things had changed.
Karlo didn’t expect his own child to stand out from the crowd and beco the son of the country’s fate.
All these years, Karlo had been secretly watching Santiago’s growth.
Santiago had beco a martial artist because Karlo had asked his trusted subordinates to secretly send him the ancient martial arts cultivation thod. During this period, he had even sent him so semi-spirit herbs.
Karlo didn’t want to consu any of these.
Because he, Karlo, owed his child.
At this mont, Karlo was in great pain. He muttered to himself, and only he could hear him, “Santiago, your mother country is Hansworth. Your ho is in the northern territory!”
Karlo couldn’t tell Santiago the truth.
If Santiago knew the truth, would he collapse?
Santiago was standing on the high platform, and the stone slab beneath his feet cracked.
A crack appeared on the entire platform.
The fate of the country was as important as the heavens.
He slowly descended and was less than fifty ters away from Santiago.
Santiago would rather die than kneel!
“Santiago, kneel down and accept the fate of the country,” Leocadio said in a low voice. “It will make you feel more relaxed!”
“I! Won’t! Kneel!”
Santiago, a young man, roared into the sky.
The terrifying power of the nation’s fate pressed down on him until blood flowed from the corner of his lips, followed by his nose.
Blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
“As a martial artist, I won’t kneel!” Santiago roared.
Boom!
The high platform under his feet instantly collapsed, unable to withstand the might of the national fate.
Santiago was buried alive.
Karlo, who was far away, was shocked. He wanted to attack, but a white-robed young man emitting white light from his body appeared.
“Commander?”
Karlo was shocked.
The white-robed Braydon had descended!
“Channing, didn’t you want to see the Spirit Summoning Art?” he asked calmly, but his voice was filled with a sense of majesty.
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