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.

by Colin and Kraven's might and had the feeling that he

to form on Eamon's brow at the sight

What should I do?

his eyes lit

the leader and the

plain that the two warriors, Colin and Kraven, were Nathan's subordinates, Eamon was confident that Colin and Kraven

doesn't know how to fight. To capture him would be like taking candy from a baby.

"Just submit already, kid!"

swiped like an eagle's talons toward Nathan's neck with

worry, she inadvertently screamed at the sight of Eamon raising achand against Nathan.

his ground without attempting to avoid

who was seemingly too paralyzed with fear to dodge aside. This kid is

Eamon's wrist, and the latter's pupils

senses, Nathan applied the

wrist was

his face contorting in

picked the wrong enemy." Nathan's voice sounded in

realized it was not a sheep before him but

yell and aimed a reckless kick

raised a fist that met its mark much quicker than Eamon's