Salute To The General

Chapter 3106



After killing Barrett, one of the Gods of Warrior of the Seven Continents, Nathan hid the dagger back in his sleeve before walking back toward Max. "Have you asked for our permission before attempting to make a move against our admiral?"

Suddenly, two burly figures appeared before him and blocked his path.

They were both Gods of Warrior of the Seven Continents, one being the War God of South Ariarica, Jamison, and the other being the War God of North Ariarica, Brady.

In response, Nathan retorted coldly, "And have I permitted the two of you to block my path?"

Infuriated, Jamison and Brady rushed toward Nathan.

Nheless, Nathan wasn't at all afraid. He stepped forward and met them both head-on.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Both parties battled, kicks and punches flying everywhere.

Nathan calmly blocked off the two men's first wave of attack. Subsequently, he seized a fleeting opportunity while they were attacking frenziedly to punch Jamison right in the face.

Thud!

Like a hammer falling on a piece of glass and a steel rod hitting a watermelon, his fist struck the man squarely.

In an instant, blood spurted everywhere.

Jamison's head sunk in like a deflated basketball, and he died on the spot without even having the time to let out a cry of pain.

As Nathan attacked the man, he also lifted his leg and swept it out at his other opponent, Brady.

His face draining of all color, Brady raised his arms to block it.

Unfortunately, it was to no avail.

Snap! Snap!

Nathan's kick shattered his arms as though they were mere twigs. He then struck him solidly in the chest. Bang!

Brady's chest shook violently. In the next moment, his entire chest caved in.

A mouthful of blood and fragments of organs spewed out of his mouth as his body fell backward like a falling leave during autumn. By the time he hit the ground, he was no longer breathing.

"You're incredible, Mr. Cross!"

A distance away, the Holy Maiden of the Curia couldn't help cheering and clamoring like a fan meeting her idol upon witnessing Nathan killing two formidable enemies once more.

The rest of the elites from the Curia also had awe etched across their features.

As for the representatives of the Eight-Nation Alliance quivering in the corner, they all wore bizarre expressions on their faces.

They hoped to dominate the world, so they harbored mixed feelings toward the seemingly invincible man.

If it weren't for his appearance, Max would have probably long since transformed them into bondslave vampires.

But on the other hand, they were both regretful and fearful after having a front-row seat to his capabilities in light of their plan to go up against Nathan and Eurasia.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Seeing as Nathan had dispatched three Gods of Warrior in a row, no one dared to stop him anymore then.

He continued walking toward Max with steady and forceful steps.

Max had his eyes fixated on Nathan intently.

When Nathan was five meters away from Max, he stopped in his tracks.

The two men confronted each other like two tigers that met by coincidence in the forest.

Nathan was calm and unruffled, whereas Max had a sharp look in his eyes, looking just like a wild beast ready to attack.

Nevertheless, their auras were evenly matched.

At the sight of Nathan all

unperturbed, Max instinctively

gritted his teeth and hissed, "You'd

better not underestimate me, Nathan. Otherwise, you'll suffer a devastating defeat."

As soon as he said that, he felt he had made a blunder.

After all, Nathan merely stood there without saying or doing anything.

Yet, he reflexively made a threat, exposing his nervousness.

In comparison, the difference between them was stark.

Annoyance swamped him, for he felt he had already lost to the man in terms of poise after uttering such words.

Nathan merely responded to Max's anxious threat with a faint smile.

Sweat beaded on Max's forehead, and the look in his eyes turned contemplative as he eyed Nathan. Is he truly so calm and confident?