Salute To The General

Torn by his choices, Moab fell into deep thought.

Since the werewolves had enraged Gammon, there was little chance of survival if they continued to stay in Remdik.

As a result, the option to move to Ariarica was indeed an attractive proposition.

Gritting his teeth, Moab finally came to a decision.

Looking at Max, he replied in a deep voice, "Fine, I agree with our collaboration. The Shadow Fang tribe will help you dispose of Nathan. In return, you will grant us permission to establish a new home in Ariarica. We will be ready to do our duty whenever the nation calls for it."

Max answered approvingly, "Very good, Moab. You have made the right choice. May we have a wonderful partnership ahead of us."

He extended his hand toward Moab as he spoke.

Moab reciprocated with his wrinkled hand and shook Max's hand.

The moment they got a grip on each other's hand, Max narrowed his eyes and squeezed discreetly, sending a massive surge of power into Moab's hand that seemed to be capable of shattering it.

With a glint in his eye, Moab, too, unleashed a torrent of energy to counter Max.

the simple handshake, an intense battle for supremacy was going

truth, Max was testing Moab to see if the latter was powerful

Moab, he, too, intended

their feet. Hairline cracks had begun to show on the seemingly unbreakable

nonchalant expression had been replaced with

with murderous

gargantuan surge of energy shot through his wrist toward Moab,

Moab, who were worried about

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

body. Not only did his aura grow more powerful,

initially by Max,

Boom!

leaving deep footprints on the ground. The impact left Max in shock,

never lost a battle before, earning him the title of an undefeated

fact that he was thrown back by an Elder of the werewolves was

convinced that Moab had the capability of