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

to see if the

he, too, intended

from beneath their feet. Hairline cracks had

replaced with one that

with murderous intent, he growled,

of energy shot through his wrist toward

Shamans beside Moab, who were worried about him, began

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

to envelop his body. Not only did his aura grow more powerful, but

defensive initially by Max, Moab began to turn the

Boom!

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

a battle before, earning him the title of an undefeated

thrown back by an Elder of the werewolves was indicative of how

convinced that Moab had the capability of killing