Salute To The General

Upon witnessing that scene, the other assassins streaking toward Nathan couldn't help sucking in a breath.

Pele wasn't inferior among them in terms of capability, so they had never imagined that he would be killed by Nathan within mere seconds. However, it was already too late for them. Left with no other choice, they could only bite the bullet and continue charging at the man. Despite being surrounded by so many fighters, Nathan wasn't the least bit panicked. Instead, he met them head-on.

Lifting his hand, he caught the fist of a Jetroinian man even as he punched him hard in the face.

Bang!

Like a sledgehammer against a watermelon, the Jetroinian man's face was wholly smashed in a trice.

Without even having the time to let out a wail, he died on the spot.

At that, the crowd gasped again.

A man from Adrune then rushed toward Nathan with a knife in hand. Dodging the blade, Nathan reached out at lightning speed and grabbed his neck.

As he tightened his grip, a snap rang out.

The man's neck was snapped in an instant.

Then, a strange sound drifted into Nathan's ears as a peculiarly tall and thin man streaked over from the side.

Nathan kicked his leg out without hesitation.

Bang!

Like a broken doll, his body flew backward from the impact. Under the crowd's shocked gazes, Nathan

charged into the herd of prey. Striking like lightning, he took them all down. None of the assassins

to be defeated by

he roared, "Nine Lights, Mido Swordman, where have the two of you gone? Almost all of us are dead, yet you both haven't even made an appearance?" No sooner had his words rung out than

holes the size of a water tank materialized as two figures appeared

the left, who wore plain cotton clothes and had a tattoo of an ancient totem on his muscular arms, was none other than the fighter from Xyperia,

ret

on the right, who held katanas in both hands and

was

master swordsman

both finally appearing in the nick of time, joy flooded him. Seizing the opportunity, he bellowed,

and declared in a low voice. In the

had even finished speaking, a terrifying scene

was firm

as dark as the pitch-black seabed three thousand meters below

hypnotized by him.

the contrary, as Fate gazed into the man's profound eyes, he seemed to

the sounds around him faded away, and he lost control

hypnosis fail in the face of his strong willpower, but it

at Fate, Nathan commanded coldly,

Thud!