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.

handshake, an intense battle for supremacy

Max was testing Moab to see if the latter was powerful enough to kill

intended

could be heard from beneath their feet. Hairline

expression had been replaced with one that

brimming with murderous intent,

of energy shot through his wrist toward

Shamans beside Moab, who were worried about him, began chanting a

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

as a crimson mist began to envelop his body. Not only did

the defensive initially by Max,

Boom!

moment Moab raised his hand, Max was sent backpedaling for eight to nine steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground. The impact left Max in shock, for his combat prowess had achieved the pinnacle of what a human was capable

never lost a battle before, earning him

of the werewolves was indicative of how

convinced that Moab had the