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

The Smiths were enraged!

the three knights had already drawn their swords and were now charging towards Nathan. They

that split second, Nathan had already made his

his arm and yanked the fallen knight's sword from the ground, wielding it in a typical manner by swinging it horizontally

Clang...

were broken into half by

sword glinted under the light as it slashed

as blood gushed through their fingers and out of their mouths. Their struggles to stay upright were futile as they collapsed onto the ground,

Everyone exclaimed in horror.

stared

Cicero's capable men without so much as

in a sharp breath,

King's Knights, and they were the most loyal and competent fighters

Twelve King's Knights into the African tribes which were crawling with warlords. Cicero ventured there whenever he pleased, and no one

he couldn't understand why his knights had become so weak when they came to

advantage. All he did was stab the sword back into the ground, cross his arms over his chest,

face drained of all colors.