Salute To The General

Chapter 2129



Ten thousand men alone looked like a boundless sea of people.

With the Davier family's twenty thousand men charging ahead ferociously, they resembled raging waves trying to wash Nathan and his men away. For the very first time, Nathan's expression became serious.

He barked out his orders in a deep voice, "Colin, Elite Eight, protect Penny, don't let her come to any harm."

Upon hearing their orders, Colin and the Elite Eight drew their swords and replied in unison, “General, don't worry. As long as we're alive, no one will be able to touch a hair of hers."

Nathan replied, “Excellent. In that case, there's nothing for me to worry about anymore.”

With that, Nathan stepped forward and joined his three subordinates. The four of them taking on twenty thousand well-trained enemy fighters alone.

Whoosh!

A large group of men armed with machetes had arrived in front of Nathan. Raising their weapons, they slashed aggressively in Nathan's direction. Snorting in response, Nathan waved his hand.

From his sleeves, one could see a flash of glistening light which looked like a reflection from a dagger.

He had drawn out Snowsphere!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

All the enemies' blades that were slashing in Nathan's direction were sliced in half.

At the same time, the men who surrounded Nathan realized that there was a bleeding cut on their necks.

burst open with blood

they collapsed to the

"Die!"

hand ambushed Nathan from

his leg and slammed it into the attacker's

as he flew backward, crashing

roared as he swung

wrist with his left hand and broke the attacker's

cried out in

man sprung at Nathan who counterattacked with a kick, smashing his skull to

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protect Penny. Just like a harvesting machine, they mowed down every single enemy they encountered. Their attackers were like

were battling ferociously, deep within enemy

on as the

the more he saw the more

Nathan is ridiculously strong.

his movements were fluid

would result in

his battle style wasn't brash at all and neither did it felt

could only think

like a lifelong blacksmith who hammered away with precision and

was able to strike with ease and kill with the simplest of moves, to the extent it was

still able to calmly

wonder to himself, Is this the true strength of Eurasia's

much about martial arts, it was still obvious to Clifford how