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.

his

fist.

was the first move they learned in military combat class—the Lightning

years of experience on the battlefield—it incorporated the fighting skills taught in the army, as well as the Assassin Boxing Method, which he had come up

Quirrell, a horribly

even a distinct

Meanwhile, Quirrell's expression changed.

packed the power of a thousand bolts of lightning. For some reason, Quirrell had the

drain out of him, as though he had suddenly been

couldn't

felt like turning around

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

Quirrell could do was to stand his ground. Summoning up all the energy in his body, he growled deeply and thrust a fist towards

Bang!

loud bang that

remained perfectly rooted to his

convulsed awfully, as though

had managed to shatter the bones in Quirrell's right arm

so his insides felt as though they had

out a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward, managing to steady himself only after seven

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