Salute To The General

Nathan's strength had wowed everyone on site.

The person who was most surprised was none other than Szymon.

He had gone through dozens of battles and earned countless medals for his accomplishments. The guy even had the heads of his defeated foes stored in the cabinet in his office to decorate the place.

At first, he assumed that the rumor had exaggerated how strong Nathan was. He also thought that he could defeat Nathan in a few minutes.

Szymon never imagined that Nathan could be so powerful that he remained steady and quick after dealing with his numerous attacks.

Worse still, Nathan had enough room in his mind to play board games with two experts.

He doesn't need to focus solely on me when battling... This is the worst humiliation I have ever endured.

Szymon had always been a racist who judged others by their skin color. He especially hated Eurasian and was a firm believer that every Eurasian was worthless.

At that moment, however, he was losing a fight against a Eurasian, and that crushed his pride.

I must kill him!

That single thought echoed within Szymon, and it was as though a demon were whispering in his mind.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and the murderous aura he exuded was getting more and more intense. He became more violent as well.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Szymon threw over ten consecutive punches, but Nathan blocked every single one of them.

When their fists met, a boom as loud as thunder would echo in the hall.

he had

and his strength was

at that moment that

voice, he said, "Playtime is over.

in surprise when

is over and that he is going

enraged. He felt as though the sky was

time? Is this all a game to him? Has he been holding back

knights, servants...

the exact moment Szymon was

so quickly and smoothly that he was like a ghost on

front of Szymon, he threw a single, seemingly unimpressive punch

He wanted to move out of the way, but he

punch hadn't even reached him, but he could already

a pond. The skin and muscles on his face kept trembling, and his lips could no

"Ah!"

He used everything he had to put his arms up to try to block that

Boom!

a

He smashed into a pillar and cracked it before plummeting

to see. Nathan had won, and Szymon had

didn't even glance

to the table where Carlos and Westley were playing checkers. Click! Nathan grabbed a piece and moved it to the right place before calmly

Su

"Checkmate!"

expert, Westley, bulged his eyes and turned pale a second later. Urk! His blood pressure rose so rapidly that he