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.

put everything he had

and his strength

at that moment that Nathan

is over. It's time to get

dilated in surprise

over and that he is

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

this time? Is this all a game to him? Has he

servants... Everyone was

zipped forward at the

so quickly and smoothly that he was like a ghost on a bolt of

Szymon, he threw a single, seemingly unimpressive

closer and bigger. He wanted to move out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough to

hadn't even reached him, but he could already feel the gust of wind brushing against

was so strong that it got Szymon's face to flutter like a ripple in a pond. The skin and muscles on his face kept trembling, and his lips could no longer be closed. It got to the point where his teeth

"Ah!"

everything he had to put his arms up

Boom!

a loud

into a pillar and cracked it before plummeting to the ground

the battle was plain to see. Nathan

didn't even glance

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

Su

"Checkmate!"

Westley, bulged his eyes and turned pale a second later. Urk! His blood