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.

well-known all over

a surprise if Nathan

my master's name, it will be your honor to die by my

rose slightly into a barely-there smirk. "Sure. I'm interested to see whether the apprentices of the despicable and cowardly Edward will turn out to be any

skilled warrior, but he had a sinister

attack 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 talking about him made Nathan's face

livid when he heard what Nathan said. He seethed with rage and growled, "How dare

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

slightly, dodging the gleaming

slightly, and his long sword shot towards Nathan at

did not draw his sword. Instead,

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

What?

dilated in disbelief. Not even his master could rival

had bolted across the distance

Bam!

sounded as if he had

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

sound before vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his

his comrades rushed forward in time to support him,