Salute To The General

Chapter 1953



Thomas dropped all pretext of courtesy. He leaped towards Morgoth and swung his fist.

The punch was so deadly that it left a whistling sound in its wake. It is clear that he was no ordinary fighter.

Thomas's men cheered him on.

"Awesome!"

"Show them how it's done, Captain!"

"Teach him a lesson!"

Morgoth did not even flinch. He watched in amusement as Thomas's fist approached him, but made no attempt to avoid it.

Thud!

His fist collided heavily into Morgoth's face.

Thomas's men whooped. Even the guests joined in.

Aron looked worried. He frowned and turned to Sherman to see how he was taking this.

Sherman and Pathol did not appear bothered. They watched on with interest.

Expecting to shatter his nose and getting his hands dirty with blood, Thomas was unpleasantly surprised.

fist, upon striking Morgoth in the face, felt as though he had punched into a block of steel. He recoiled

too fazed. There was only

Thomas's fist had struck.

God of War. Is that

men in the North

Army?" Thomas roared. "I will beat

another punch. This one was swifter, more

a blow that could have

Morgoth moved out of the way and

guard by the

time to react, Morgoth snapped his

it horrified the spectating

right arm

grunted in pain. Beads of sweat formed

endure the pain and aimed

same idea, and was

Slam!

of Morgoth's kick and flew backward, landing heavily on

Smiths cried

Captain! Let's get him, boys." Thomas's men rushed

Thud! Pow! Crash!

punched, and kicked back from Morgoth, most of whom gasping and throwing

did not expect such skill and power to come

chest and right arm was becoming

he got up, Morgoth strode over to him and stomped his head into

think you're good enough to pick a fight with the