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.

the newly minted God of War of Xyperia, his abilities were clearly a 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 backstep, Nathan skillfully evaded the glowing edge of

of assault from Ashuras' scimitar poured forth thick and fast like a flash

and lightning and akin to souls and spirits, Nathan weaved in

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

if you

well!" Nathan assented and he, indeed, went on to

Swoosh!

his own hands into a deadly dance of a thousand shadowy blades in order to protect the entirety of his own body. Nathan, however, seemed dauntless when confronted with that wall of swords. Raising

Bam!

had unerringly struck Ashuras' scimitar by

Slap!

Ashuras' hand was shattered outright, sending fragments of the blade's edge bursting through the air in a gleaming

widened into a

this is! Such domineering strength! How could he have so accurately struck

expression was not only the look

Nathan had already balanced himself on the one foot at that instant his palm shattered the scimitar. He then fired his right foot out