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 into

and his strength was waning. That, in turn, slowed

that

a cold voice, he said, "Playtime is over. It's time to get serious

surprise when he heard

playtime is over and

surprised and enraged. He felt as though the

all a game to him? Has he been holding back this entire time? Szymon wasn't the only one

guests, knights, servants...

zipped forward at the exact moment Szymon

former moved so quickly and smoothly that he

in front of Szymon, he threw a single,

getting closer and bigger. He wanted to move out

him, but he could already feel the

flutter like a ripple in a pond. The skin and muscles on his face kept trembling, and his

"Ah!"

had to put his arms up to try to block

Boom!

a loud

punch. He smashed into a pillar and cracked it before plummeting to the ground as he vomited

was plain to see. Nathan had won,

even glance

the latter. He simply moved to the table where Carlos and Westley were playing checkers. Click! Nathan grabbed a piece

Su

"Checkmate!"

His blood pressure rose so rapidly that he spewed blood at the