Salute To The General

Soon after Nathan and the rest took a seat in the great hall, a burst of clear laughter echoed in the hall. Following suit, a tall figure approached them, leading a group of servants behind him. "Mr. and Mrs. Cross! Thank you for your patience. Have you been waiting long?"

Before Szymon had even reached the group, his loud and authoritative voice reverberated in the hall.

Nathan, Penny, and the others turned simultaneously to the source of the voice. Szymon, who was dressed smartly, approached them with a huge smile on his face.

Szymon had an attractive figure. His blond hair, blue eyes, and sideburns gave him a noble aura, as well as a domineering attitude that most nobility lack.

Perhaps that was his character that was shaped since young with the number of killings in his younger years.

Nathan and Penny stood up politely.

Just as Nathan and Penny were sizing Szymon up, he was also evaluating Nathan with great interest.

Truth be told, Szymon had long heard about Nathan, especially the story where Nathan had singlehandedly defeated the Coalition Army consisting of elites from eighteen countries. He had even lost count of the times he had heard people recounting the story. However, he had always scoffed at the story. In fact, he was even downright suspicious of Nathan's capabilities.

He firmly believed that Nathan was not as powerful as the rumors made him out to be. He believed that those Nathan had defeated had intentionally exaggerated his power so that they would not get in too much trouble for their failures.

That day was the first time Szymon met Nathan face to face.

He was taken aback to see how young Nathan appeared to be. He is just slightly over thirty!

If Nathan were to walk on the street, he might mistake Nathan for an ordinary young soldier. He would have never believed that Nathan was once the Commander-in-Chief of the North Army, much less the current president and Chief Military Governor of Eurasia. "It's an honor to have you here, Mr. and Mrs. Cross!"

With a grin, Szymon stretched out his hand to Nathan.

was well-known for upholding etiquette. Moreover, there was a saying in Eurasia that one must not hit a

was acting polite, Nathan smiled and stretched out his hand to

disturbing

and slightly tighten his grip to test Nathan's strength as

force traveled from his hand. The force was strong enough to crumple up metal

maintained a relaxed smile on

secretly increased his

even though he had increased his strength, his enormous strength vanished into thin air the moment it

Nathan for he could sense that Nathan truly had

his competitive spirit was

eyes as he initiated another burst of energy onto

It was as powerful as a

Nathan's expression darkened slightly.

he kept tightening his grip, wanting to show off

surged toward Szymon like a

Crack'. Crack!

ground beneath Nathan and Szymon cracked, extending outward like the

them was startled. Fear was

rippling force emanating from Nathan's arm, causing him to almost let

his

his eyes when he relaxed his grip and ended the challenge between