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 all

a surprise if Nathan knew

name, it will be your honor

to see whether the apprentices of the despicable and cowardly Edward will

skilled warrior, but he

his surprise 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

said. He seethed with rage and growled, "How dare you insult my master?

that, he swiftly drew his sword. A beam of light was reflected off

tilted his head slightly, dodging the gleaming

made a soft sound of surprise, but quickly recovered. He flicked his wrist slightly, and his long sword shot towards Nathan at a tricky angle, intending to cause a fatal

sword. Instead,

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

What?

pupils dilated in disbelief. Not even his master could rival his

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

Bam!

as if he had

back, barely able to stabilize himself. His ribcage had been splintered and

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

rushed forward in time to support him, or