Salute To The General

After being lost in his memories for a brief moment, Nathan pulled himself together.

He leveled a cold gaze at Moab and said indifferently, "You don't deserve to know who my master is."

Moab's expression turned hostile at Nathan's reply.

He's clearly looking down on me.

Anger stirred within Moab at the slight. "You're the most arrogant man I've ever met. I hope you can keep that attitude till the end."

He lifted his walking cane, and in a flash, he charged toward Nathan.

This guy's speed is superbly fast, almost to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, Moab had disappeared from the crowd's sight and reappeared in front of Nathan, seemingly out of thin air.

His movement speed was so fast it was akin to teleportation.

With a step, Moab closed in on Nathan. Using his cane as a spear, he thrust it toward Nathan's neck.

Nathan retreated, narrowly dodging the tip of the cane.

Moab's attack was like a flowing river. There was no stopping it once it started.

His hand was moving so fast that an afterimage that looked like ten million silver snakes slithering in mid-air formed as his cane weaved through the air. Nathan's speed wasn't too shabby either. His silhouette flickered readily among the cane's afterimages while he dodged, making it seem easy.

Moab jabbed several hundred times within a breath, but his attacks didn't even graze Nathan's sleeve.

Moab. He began to attack more

Boom!

the attack almost instantly. Moab's indiscriminate barrage of attacks riddled

an intensity as though it could

onboard the ship clung to any railing they could get their hands on, afraid they would be

he noticed his storm of attacks was futile

jaw, he decided to unleash the technique he had kept

Moab slammed his cane heavily

gazed up at the glowing moon as he

the glow of the full moon, your kin faces a calamity now Please open your eyes and

brighter as the strange hum of his voice echoed

shine from the field

of the moon glimmered unusually bright. They looked like a pair of eyes overlooking the sea and the ship floating above the waters with a piercing gaze. Moab's lilting

revered Wolf God! I'm willing to sacrifice ten years of my life, so please grant me

overtook his body as though a

than one-point-five-meter stature suddenly shot up to nearly three meters high. He had grown

meters tall, along with the other werewolves and humans, all

eyes were gleaming eerily green like a pair

foggy white

to make him look like a beast from a prehistoric era. It

the scene immediately dropped to

and the

stared at the frightening Moab with sheer terror in their eyes. Some even wet

other hand,