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

would not be a surprise if Nathan knew

snorted in derision, "Since you know my master's name, it will be

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

he had a sinister and

a death blow to him using a backhanded

what Nathan said. He seethed with rage and growled, "How dare you insult

sword. A beam of light was reflected off the long blade as he aimed it straight for Nathan's

tilted his head slightly, dodging

of surprise, but quickly recovered. He flicked his wrist slightly, and his long sword shot towards Nathan at a tricky

draw his sword. Instead, he

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

What?

pupils dilated in disbelief. Not even his master could

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

Bam!

sounded as if he had slammed

able to stabilize himself. His ribcage had

before vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with

comrades rushed forward in time to support him, or else he would have collapsed