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

it would not be a surprise if

will be your honor to die by my

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 better

was a skilled warrior, but he

death blow to him using a backhanded technique

rage and growled, "How dare you insult my master?

reflected off the long blade as he aimed it straight for

slightly, dodging the gleaming blade

wrist slightly, and his long sword shot towards Nathan at a tricky angle, intending to cause a fatal

did not draw his sword. Instead, he simply flicked

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

What?

in disbelief. Not even his master could rival his opponent's terrifying

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

Bam!

sounded as if he had

stabilize himself. His ribcage had been splintered and his

pasty. He made a pained sound before vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of

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