Salute To The General

Cedric's expression turned grim as soon as he saw Colin defeat Rainn.

But before he could say anything, one of the fighters from the Zartman family stepped forward and called out to Colin, "Don't try to act all tough now! I'll show you your place!"

Then, he charged toward the latter, only to be sent flying just after unleashing five moves.

Immediately after that, the other fighters of the Zartman family came forward to challenge Colin one by one. Yet, the unusually-resilient Colin took down eighteen men in one swoop, causing Cedric, the Zartman family Patriarch, to boil with rage.

The remaining fighters initially wanted to continue going after Colin.

But suddenly, Cedric destroyed the wooden coffee table next to him into pieces with one swing of his arm.

"You pieces of trash! You can't even beat Nathan Cross' subordinate!" he roared. "This is what happens when you don't take your training seriously! Step aside, all of you! I'll deal with this myself." Everyone lowered their heads and made way for Cedric, who was well-known and feared for his short temper.

The man gazed at Colin sharply while striding toward him. With every step he took, deep footprints appeared on the hard concrete floor.

Nathan frowned slightly as he saw that.

Ever since he sparred with Claudius, he knew that talents still existed among the Reclusive Family.

The man standing right before him may not be as powerful as Claudius was, but he was still a fairly capable fighter.

no way he could go up against Cedric after having drained his energy

having a fair fight," Nathan remarked coolly. "You're not actually going after

battle against Colin at this point wasn't a victory he could be proud of. "Very well,"

"Why wouldn't

then motioned for Colin to

"Let's begin."

"I shan't hold

to move as

and suddenly reappear in front of Nathan, his right hand with long nails reaching toward the latter's throat like an eagle attempting to catch its

him

Cedric ended

as a knife that they pierced into

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crowd couldn't help but

He continued

style usually comprised of sheer speed and power-nothing

on the other hand, fought vigorously

attacks from inconceivable angles with both hands, and every

ten blows

mostly focused on blocking and dodging the other man rather