Salute To The General

"En garde!" bellowed Ashuras while he waved that inordinate jewel-encrusted scimitar about in his hands. Nathan met Ashuras' eye while his sword remained sheathed and at rest on the ground next to his own feet.

To that, Ashuras reacted in some astonishment. "What is the meaning of this? I demand that you draw your sword!"

"I have no need of it when dealing with the likes of you!" Nathan replied blandly.

Indeed, Nathan had seldom called upon his sword, and only wielded Snowsphere once in a while.

Named "The Unsullied", this sword of his was actually the commander's sword bestowed upon the army's Chief Military Governor. Forged exquisitely by craftsmen, it was a symbol of decorum and prestige.

To date, Nathan had yet to encounter an adversary who was worthy of employing this sword against, and that included the puck from Xyperia!

Besides, he had no plans to exterminate all the representatives of the nine countries as he still needed these fellas as his hostages to facilitate their withdrawal from Volk.

That was a fact that Ashuras could not have been aware of. For one who was so versed in the use of the scimitar, Nathan's refusal to meet him with his blade in combat came across to him as a slight. A grievous insult. Incensed, he thundered, "Since you have a death wish, I'd be glad to oblige!"

With that, he dropped into his berserker stance with his scimitar in hand. He then lunged at Nathan with a whirling tempest trailing in his wake.

cut above the rest of those fighters, and quick as lightning, the majestic scimitar cleaved through the air toward Nathan like a hurricane. With a measured and timely

and fast like a flash flood, and with each swing, they only

souls and spirits, Nathan weaved

came unrelentingly at the former like a tsunami, he was yet able to clip even one

me like a man, if you dare," howled Ashuras in a mixture of surprise and

and he, indeed, went on to cease his evasive tactics

Swoosh!

his own hands into a deadly dance of a thousand shadowy blades in

Bam!

palm had unerringly struck Ashuras' scimitar by the flat of

Slap!

scimitar inside Ashuras' hand was shattered outright, sending fragments of the blade's edge bursting through the

into a picture of abject

this is! Such domineering strength! How could he have so accurately struck my scimitar with his palm

was not only the

the one foot at that instant his palm shattered the scimitar. He then fired his