Salute To The General

Nathan's expression turned serious when he saw the incoming punch from Moab. ""Military Punch!"

Nathan exhaled a lungful of air before he stepped forward and swung out a punch.

After years on the battlefield, Nathan had mixed his own style of fighting and the hand-to-hand combat he learned in the military to create a full set of punching techniques collectively called Military Punch. Nathan was currently using the first form of Military Punch-Thunderstorm.

With a swing of his fist, the weather changed.

His fist sliced through the air like a meteor, eliciting a soft snapping sound of electric sparks going off.

His punch was like a lightning bolt striking down Moab.

The fight unfolding in front of the crowd had gained the full attention of both humans and werewolves. They completely forgot about fighting each other as they stared at the battle.

The humans, includingjurgis and his subordinates, were all looking at Nathan with a concerned look, afraid he would get hurt.

Colin's and the Elite Eight's worry for Nathan's welfare was genuine and stemmed from their hearts.

Meanwhile, Jurgis and his subordinates were worried they would lose their only hope of staying alive if Nathan died.

Nathan's punch was groundbreaking.

However, the size difference between him and Moab was too much.

meters, and his fists were the size of

audience screwed their eyes shut. They couldn't bear to look at the outcome of the collision

smallsized Nathan facing the towering Moab looked

punch would smash

the werewolves had

They were all ready

Boom!

tiny fist collided with Moab's massive one. The

though cannon balls had bombarded

deck had collapsed,

vigorously from the impact. Numerous werewolves and humans were hurled off the deck

the cabin, nearly slipped. However, he managed to stay

hole-ridden deck. His lips trembled with apprehension. "We're doomed! The ship can't withstand the battle between these monsters. If they continue to fight, I fear

behind him all turned

still standing at the same spot, unmoving. In contrast, the giant Moab stumbled a few steps

stared at Nathan with disbelief. "Impossible! How can you take my punch with your

Moab's mind,

only vampires could. Despite the vampires' small build,

minute the question left his tongue, he knew he guessed

vampire's traits include goodlooking facial features, a pale face, and an arrogant attitude. Even though Nathan is handsome and haughty, he has color on his