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

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

at that moment that

cold voice, he said, "Playtime is

irises dilated in surprise

over and that he

was both surprised and enraged. He felt as though the sky

with me all this time? Is this all a game to him?

knights, servants...

at the exact moment

former moved so quickly and smoothly that he was like a ghost on a

Nathan stood in front of Szymon, he threw a single, seemingly unimpressive punch that

Nathan's fist getting closer and bigger. He wanted to move out of the way, but he wasn't fast

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

The skin and muscles on his face kept trembling, and his lips could no longer be closed. It got to the point where his

"Ah!"

to put his arms up to try to

Boom!

a loud

flying with a single punch. He smashed into a pillar and cracked it before plummeting to

the battle was plain to see. Nathan had won, and Szymon had

didn't even glance

table where Carlos and Westley were playing

Su

"Checkmate!"

a second later. Urk! His blood pressure rose so rapidly that he spewed blood