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.

simple handshake, an intense battle for supremacy was going on behind

if the latter was powerful enough to kill

for Moab, he, too, intended to showcase his

beneath their feet. Hairline cracks had

been replaced with

with murderous intent,

surge of energy shot through his wrist toward

who were worried about him,

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

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

by Max,

Boom!

the ground. The impact left Max in shock, for his combat prowess had achieved the pinnacle of what a human was

fact, he had never lost a battle before, earning him

Elder of

a result, he was convinced that Moab had the capability of