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.

Seraphim was well-known all over

would not be a surprise if Nathan knew of

you know my master's name, it will be

mouth rose slightly into a barely-there smirk. "Sure. I'm interested to see whether the apprentices

warrior, but he had a sinister and cunning

he had failed to execute his surprise attack on Nathan. In the end, Nathan had dealt a death blow to him using a

livid when he heard what Nathan said. He seethed with rage and

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

tilted his head slightly, dodging the

and his long sword shot towards Nathan at a tricky angle,

sword. Instead,

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

What?

in disbelief. Not even his master could

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

Bam!

if he had slammed against solid

able to stabilize himself. His

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

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