Salute To The General

Chapter 1091 Not A Match For Nathan

One of the Fierce Four, Sword-Master John huh? Nathan looked at John with interest. As if recalling something, he queried, "What is the relationship between Edward Seraphim from Eagleland and the Fierce Four?"

A hint of surprise flashed across John's eyes as he answered in a grave voice, "Edward was our master, and he trained the four of us himself."

"How do you know our master? And why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

So, Edward is the master of the Fierce Four.

Edward had formed a Coalition Army with the masters from eighteen nations three years ago to secretly invade the North, and behead the General of the North.

Unfortunately, Edward was killed in the battle.

He died under the General of the North's sword, and his corpse was left to rot in the wilderness of the North.

John was shocked when Nathan mentioned his master.

Nathan cracked a smile and replied, "Oh, nothing. I was just asking."

John vaguely sensed that there was some kind of history between Nathan and his master, or perhaps Nathan had previously heard his master's name in passing.

was well-known

be a surprise if Nathan knew

derision, "Since you know my master's name, it will be your honor to die by

smirk. "Sure. I'm interested to see

skilled warrior, but he had a sinister

on Nathan. In the end, Nathan had dealt a death blow to him using a backhanded technique with his sword. Hence, Nathan never saw the renowned European fighter as a threat. Just

with rage and growled, "How dare you insult my master? You're a

drew his sword. A beam of light was reflected off the long blade as he aimed it straight for

dodging the

sound of surprise, but quickly recovered. He flicked his wrist slightly, and his

did not draw his sword. Instead,

sword shattered in pieces as if it were made of glass. The sound of the sword breaking

What?

his

his finger, he had bolted across the distance in a blink of an eye and collided with John, using his elbow to hit him harshly in

Bam!

he had slammed

staggered a few steps back, barely able to stabilize himself. His ribcage had been splintered and his chest

before vomiting a

in time to support him, or