Salute To The General

Randall could also tell that Colin had exceptional powers. There was no way his subordinates could stand a chance against the latter. Unable to sit still any longer, he chided, "Such insolence, you ignorant fool! It seems like I should personally teach you a lesson."

Finishing his words, he raised his hand and swept the teacup off the table.

Like a cannonball, the cup whizzed through the air and flew in the direction of Colin.

Slightly startled, Colin raised his fist and slammed toward it, sending it shattering into pieces.

However, his right arm were numb from the collision.

Astonishment swarmed Colin on the inside. Eurasia, indeed, is filled with talented individuals everywhere. This man truly has the capabilities to hold the helm of the Blackwell clan's southern division!

Realizing that Randall's skills were slightly better, Colin dared not belittle him anymore and immediately had his guards up in preparation for a showdown. Similarly, Nathan knew that Randall did not fall short of Colin in terms of abilities. Even if Colin could win Randall, it was inevitable he would sustain injuries. Nathan casually said, "Randall, we've agreed for my men to take on all of your subordinates.

Why are you taking matters into your own hands now? if that is so, perhaps I should contest against you, to be fair."

Hearing that, Randall walked toward Nathan. "I usually find it no fun to kill a nobody. But since you have a death wish, I'll fulfill it."

Nathan laughed. "I'd quite like to see it for myself if you have what it takes to call yourself a great Marshal."

Randall lifted his arm and clenched his fist tight.

The punch was so deadly as it cut through the air, leaving a whistling sound in the air.

"How interesting!"

said that, he raised his

Boom!

rumble reverberated through the

spot, yet Randall stumbled

"No wonder you're known as the God of War in Eurasia. You're an expert worthy of me putting in some serious effort." With that said, he got into the stance for

transformation. A dominating vibe emanated from his

bent, with a strong resemblance

the crowd as they cast their gazes at Randall. They could not

recovered from the daze. The man before their eyes was still Randall instead of that

Easton, Ezra, and the disciples of the Blackwell clan, were ardent from watching the intense

both silently shocked at the vast number of experts around them - previously a

people around, it was enough to show that

used in the military and seemed like an

What?

further ado, he moved his body

Boom!

feet shattered into fragments upon impact. Like an aggressive beast, he lurched toward

Their fists met.

Boom!

echoed through the air