Salute To The General

The three werewolf generals of Shadow Fang launched an attack on Nathan together.

Yet, Nathan kept his composure. He narrowed his eyes and snorted.

At the same time, he raised his right arm.

A white blade glinted from within his shirtsleeves, reminiscent of snowfall during a winter season.

Nathan had unsheathed Snowsphere.

Crack!

The mace, battle-axe, and scimitar were cut into half by Nathan's dagger almost at the same instant.

The cracking sound of the weapons being shattered echoed consecutively in the air.

Thundra, Boca, and Shamo widened their eyes in utter disbelief at what remained of their weapon in their hands.

Without giving them any time to react, Nathan thrust three palm strikes in succession at each of their chests with his left hand. Thud! Thud! Thud!

The three werewolf generals' ribs were smashed into pieces as their torsos caved in.

backward while spewing blood from their mouths. Then, they landed heavily before Moab like

generals of

scene lost their will to fight as they stared at Nathan with

stared intently at Nathan. "Your abilities are truly exceptional. Where did you learn your skills, and which remarkable individual

dazzling eyes

the kind old man who taught him

behind Nathan's smooth-progressing career was that Hansel admired and regarded him

steadily groomed Nathan into taking charge of an important position,

guided and trusted him, Nathan also had a master who had taught him all

remembered being kicked out

stranded on the streets, and suffering all kinds of humiliation. Nathan had assumed he would die on the freezing streets in sickness and

met an old man. At that juncture, it was like he had encountered a living deity. That old man then

master rescued, fed, and provided him with warm clothes. During that period, he

his identity or any

did not even know his

knew his master was very formidable and had

years waging wars on the battlefields, polishing his skills to perfection, he still felt that he might not be his

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