Salute To The General

"You have to get through us to harm Mr. Cross!"

Colin and Kraven dashed out in unison.

Thump!

With a sidestep, Colin collided against his opponent and elbowed the latter's chest so hard that he sprayed a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

Kraven was even more merciless. With a jerk of his whip sword, he sliced three katanas in half, and at the same time, the whip sword slashed the throats of those three opponents. The three men instantly toppled to the ground. Eamon had ordered all his men to charge at once to kill Nathan and his men before turning to leave, as he was under the impression that his subordinates were all ruthless fugitives who slayed people like they were livestock. With so many men on hand, he assumed it would not take long to turn Nathan and his men into a pile of dismembered pieces. After he gave his order, he did not even deign to look before turning and leaving. To his surprise, the wails of his men sounded behind him as soon as he turned around.

He froze involuntarily in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to witness a scene he did not dare believe.

Like two gods of war, Colin and Kraven were massacring his men.

Colin's fists were like cannons. Every time his fists made contact, an opponent was struck down.

Kraven moved as quickly as lightning. Every slash of his sword claimed at least one life.

How terrifying!

Eamon's eyes bulged with shock.

As a self-proclaimed master, he was arrogant enough not to take the average fighter seriously.

had the feeling that he

of sweat began to form on Eamon's brow at the sight of his subordinates being chopped down like

What should I do?

anxiety. Suddenly, his eyes lit up

the leader and the

Colin and Kraven, were Nathan's subordinates, Eamon was confident

at Nathan again. Judging by his slender body and regal aura, he must be a rich man who doesn't know how to fight. To capture him would be like taking candy from a baby. At that thought, Eamon hesitated no longer and dashed toward Nathan like

"Just submit already, kid!"

His right hand swiped like an eagle's talons toward Nathan's neck with the intent of

were wrought with worry, she inadvertently screamed at the

his ground

savage pleasure at the sight of his target who was seemingly too paralyzed with

at that critical moment. He caught Eamon's wrist,

senses, Nathan applied the slightest

right wrist

grunted, his face contorting in

picked the wrong enemy." Nathan's

only then that Eamon realized it was not a sheep before him

and aimed a reckless kick at Nathan's

met its mark much quicker than Eamon's