Salute To The General

Chapter 1601

Quirrell gazed coldly at Colin.

Instantly, warning bells began to sound in Colin's heart.

He felt like a prey that was being watched at a distance by its predator. His entire body tensed up as he matched Quirrell's gaze rather fearfully.

Over the course of his long career, Colin had killed numerous people and seen just as many fearsome warriors. However, this was the first time he had seen a person as brutish and cruel as the man in front of him.

He gazed at the man, and a familiar name popped up in his mind all of a sudden.

Colin's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, “I know who you are! You are who the people in the South refer to as Dragon! You're Quirrell Simmons, aren't you?”

Quirrell's lips curled into a smile. “As well-developed as your physique looks, I'm surprised to see that you're not all brawn and no brains. At least you know who I am.”

“Since you were able to identify me, I'll let you leave this place alive.”

“However, you'll have to break all your limbs and kneel before me to beg for mercy. Then, I'll agree to let you off the hook. How does that sound to

Colin looked furious. “If you think you can achieve your goal of humiliating the General by humiliating me, you're wrong!” “In the North Army, we would rather die an honorable death in battle rather than kneel and beg for our lives before a miscreant like you!”

Quirrell clapped his hands in delight. “What a wonderful saying! I suppose you've chosen to die, then.”

As soon as he spoke, Quirrell lunged forward at Colin at break-neck speed.

In fact, he moved so quickly that the bystanders' eyes couldn't keep up with his movements at all. All they could see was a shadow flashing past them and throwing itself at Colin.

Quirrell's subordinates whooped in joy as they watched, their eyes wide with excitement.

Quirrell got closer and closer to Colin by the second, his arm raised as though he were going to land a punch on him...

through their air towards Colin, moving so quickly that the bystanders nearly mistook it for a bolt of

was full of shock. Summoning all the strength in his body, he threw

Crash!

against each other with an

remained rooted to his spot, looking

the air

perfectly at ease, but Colin felt as though he had lost all

Colin had been defeated by

this defeat pricked his pride

“Again!”

with his fist extended. He looked as though he had

didn't expect that Colin would call for another round after

into

as Colin, kicking off the ground and leaping

Bang!

fists crashed viciously against

from the impact but remained standing where

meters away before he finally regained his bearings and scrambled up

his fist. He felt a little stunned—how could Colin still

see Colin tuck his hand behind his back hastily. His hand

himself. Colin's hand was probably so injured that he couldn't

was going to kill you within ten moves. Are

fighters from the North have

Colin roared angrily, “Again!”

air again like a tiger, aiming a kick at Quirrell's

me down with a kick when you can't even punch me properly? Dream

the air. Moving even more quickly than Colin, he landed a kick at