Salute To The General

Chapter 1604

Quirrell didn't stop there. Instead, he swooped over to Nathan again with a murderous look in his eyes.

The cars and concrete slabs around them had all been reduced to dust by Quirrell's fearsome power.

In fact, Quirrell had a lesser-known nickname —'the King of Destruction'. Wherever he went, he brought destruction.

The people around him gazed at him in shock. Even Colin and Kylie, who were rarely panicked, gazed anxiously at Nathan and were worried for his safety.

However, while Quirrell was forceful and violent, Nathan had the steadiness of a mountain to counter him.

Quirrell had thrown out ten blows in a row. However, not only had he been unable to bring Nathan down, but he had barely been able to touch Nathan at all.

This made Quirrell a little stunned. Evidently, Nathan's appointment as the God of War had not been an accident.

Just as he had finished landing those blows on Nathan, Nathan spoke up.

“Well, you've had your chance. It's my turn now.”

“I'll take you down in one strike!”

Nathan's time of avoidance was over—it was time for him to attack. As he crouched in an aggressive stance, he started to look more fearsome than he did before.

leaped forward, his

fist.

first move they learned in military

the fighting skills taught in the army, as well as

thrust his fist towards Quirrell, a

whizzed through the air, the surrounding air seemed to part. There was even a distinct

Meanwhile, Quirrell's expression changed.

that Nathan's punch packed the power of a thousand bolts of lightning. For some reason, Quirrell had the sense that he was being charged at by an

Quirrell felt all the heat drain out of him, as though he had suddenly been dunked in an ice bath.

tried to control his fear, he couldn't

reason, Quirrell felt like turning around and fleeing.

that Nathan's fist was already too close to him. There was no

his ground. Summoning up all the energy in his body, he growled deeply

Bang!

other with a loud bang that sounded like

remained perfectly rooted to his spot like a stalwart

awfully, as though he had been struck

was so strong that it had managed to shatter the

through Quirrell's body so his insides felt as though they had

backward, managing to steady himself only after seven or eight

sheet as he looked fearfully