Salute To The General

With that, Bryon led Nathan to the VIP area of the arena, which was already packed with spectators.

The place was probably filled to the brim because many knew in advance that their president would take Nathan there so the man could enjoy the show.

Except for a few reserved seats in the VIP area, all ten thousand seats in the arena had been taken up.

When the crowd saw Bryon and the others, they immediately stood up and chanted Bryon's name.

It was obvious that the Ariaricans loved Bryon.

After smiling and waving at the crowd, Bryon invited Nathan and the others to take a seat in the VIP area.

Only after that did the crowd sit back down.

Seated just beside Nathan, Bryon leaned in to whisper into the man's ear. "The fight is about to start, and it just so happens to be the match between Ariarica and Eurasia. Let's see which of us is better." Instead of responding to that, Nathan simply smiled.

At that moment, a beautiful hostess with golden hair and blue eyes entered the ring with a microphone in hand.

"Next up, we have Rock the Molten Giant of Ariarica versus Oreste the Northeast Tiger of the Eurasian special forces!" announced the hostess in Ariarican before repeating herself in fluent Eurasian. "Let's put our hands together and welcome Rock the Molten Giant!"

Immediately, rock music began to play as a huge dark-skinned man with a height of two-point-two meters and a shoulder width of more than one-point-five meters appeared.

Bulging with muscles, the man was so big and strong that he looked like a walking mountain.

eight police officers tasked with escorting him into

the crowd. On the contrary, it was to ensure the audience's safety

magnificent beast let out of its cage, the spectators roared

fighter to the man. "This is a famous fighter in Ariarica. His name is Rock, but people call him the Molten Giant. Having bested countless fighters, he's one of the rare powerhouses

the fighter stepped into the ring, the gorgeous hostess moved on to the next participant. "In

music once again as a fair-skinned, burly Eurasian man with a height of two meters appeared. Even though the Eurasian looked sturdy, his

his fair skin, Oreste did not look like someone who had served in the special forces. Instead, he seemed akin to those bodybuilders in a fitness

then added,

you is not

the man managed to break through an army of eight hundred people and behead more than three hundred of his enemies. What a killing machine!

by the hostess' introduction, the crowd broke into another

at Nathan. "Mr. Cross, who do you think will win this match? Rock? Or do you believe your fighter is stronger?" Nathan

though the

the man nicknamed

Tiger as a King

who had killed three hundred enemies Nathan

had fair skin and looked nothing

like a

man did not have the look or the stance of

was almost as if it was his