Salute To The General

Chapter 1180 My Identity Is Not Important

Connor made numerous attacks, yet Nathan managed to dodge them each time and did not return any attacks.

Connor suddenly stopped his rampage and questioned, "Why have you been dodging my attacks without retaliating?"

Nathan smiled. "I wanted to see just how powerful the Devil Ruler was."

In response, Connor furiously spat, "None of my opponents has ever underestimated me. Since you're courting your death, I shall grant it to you!"

With that, he swung his fist towards Nathan.

The air around his fist seemed distorted, showing how terrifyingly powerful his punch would be.

This time, Nathan did not dodge. Instead, he raised his fist and attacked.

From afar, Nathan's punch seemed harmless. However, Connor could feel the wind from the movement when it drew closer. His punch contained such overwhelming force!

Connor's expression changed.

Both their fists then collided.

Bang!

were web-like cracks on the

still, not

contrast, Connor staggered backwards, leaving deep footprints in the granite

he steadied himself, a

spot and did not continue to attack. He heartlessly

forward on his knees and began to cough out

Nathan's punch had travelled from Connor's arm to his body,

instantly looked like

was in disbelief. Ten years ago, he was invincible, and today, a nobody in Channing managed to

Dexter and Alfie were

to see that Nathan had managed to win

and Ingram were astonished as

could not believe her eyes. “Connor is so skillful, yet he still lost to Nathan. That

and the Elite Eight gazed

says the Devil Ruler has

of War is

"I lost!"

injured, finally came to terms with his

a trail of blood at the corner of his lips, he glanced at Nathan with mixed feelings. "To be able to beat me, you must not be a commoner. Who the hell are

also looked at Nathan

wanted to know