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.

three meters, and his fists were the size

shut. They couldn't bear to look at the outcome of the collision

scene of the smallsized Nathan facing the towering Moab looked like a praying

punch would smash Nathan into

werewolves had expressions

eyes. They were all ready to cheer and celebrate their

Boom!

tiny fist collided with Moab's massive

cruise ship looked as though cannon balls had bombarded

large area of the floor deck had

impact. Numerous werewolves and humans were hurled off the deck into the

nearly slipped. However, he managed to stay

at the terribly-wrecked exterior and hole-ridden deck. His lips trembled with apprehension. "We're doomed! The ship can't withstand the battle between these

crew crouching behind

was still standing at the same spot, unmoving. In contrast, the

with disbelief. "Impossible! How can you take my punch with your small build? Are

Moab's mind, no

could. Despite the vampires' small build, they possessed terrifyingly tough defense and explosive offense.

left his tongue, he knew

goodlooking facial features, a pale face, and an arrogant attitude. Even though Nathan is handsome and haughty, he has color on his cheeks like any other