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.

the feeling that

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

What should I do?

lit

the leader and

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

to fight. To capture him would be like taking candy from a baby. At that thought, Eamon hesitated no longer and dashed toward

"Just submit already, kid!"

an eagle's talons toward Nathan's neck with the intent of taking him

inadvertently screamed at the sight

ground without attempting to avoid

eyes brimmed with savage pleasure at the sight of his target who was seemingly too paralyzed with fear to dodge

at that critical moment. He caught Eamon's wrist, and the latter's pupils widened

senses, Nathan applied the slightest

wrist was

grunted, his face contorting in

enemy." Nathan's

Eamon realized it was not a sheep

a strangled yell and aimed a reckless kick at Nathan's

Nathan raised a fist that met