Salute To The General

Chapter 1090 Officially Challenge You To A Duel

Nathan had killed Ross with a single punch. The former languidly took his sword and stabbed it into the ground as he challenged in a chilly tone, "That's it from one of the Twelve King's Knights?”

That's it? Nathan's words ignited Cicero's anger.

Flames of rage danced in Cicero's eyes as he solemnly asked the rest of his knights, “Who will come forward and kill this man?"

"Me!"

"I will!"

"I'm at your service!"

Three voices overlapped as three men of slightly different builds but similarly fierce expressions, stepped out. Their hands were pressed against the hilts of the swords.

The three of them were also among the Twelve King's Knights.

They walked out at the same time, but weren't civil in the least. They didn't intend to fight one-on- one with Nathan, but approached him together, ready to join forces and bring him down.

When the Smith's saw this, they couldn't help but curse, "Shameless! They're ganging up on him like cowards!"

the big figures lined up by the side, Gabriel sneered, "Mr. Trumbo is here to avenge his son, not to see who's the better fighter. So, why

The Smiths were enraged!

were now charging towards Nathan. They swung their swords at Nathan, intending to hack him down in whatever way they

Nathan had already made

knight's sword from the ground, wielding it in a typical manner by swinging it

Clang...

knights' swords were broken into half by Nathan with a clean sweep of his

light as it slashed across the three

necks as blood gushed through their fingers and out of their mouths. Their struggles to stay

Everyone exclaimed in horror.

the lot stared at Nathan in

four of Cicero's capable men without so much as breaking a sweat. He wasn't one to be

sucked in a sharp breath, completely

put in a lot of effort in training the Twelve King's Knights, and they were the

were crawling with warlords. Cicero ventured there whenever he pleased, and no one could match against his

he couldn't understand why his knights had become

not push the advantage. All he did was stab the sword back into the ground, cross his arms over his chest, before asking in a bored tone, "Anyone

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