Salute To The General

Chapter 3009

Chapter 3009

"D*mn it!"

Winson, who was closest to Vector, lost his mind when he saw what had happened. He brandished his rapier and lunged maniacally toward Nathan.

He was the primary assailant, with Raimond and Angus working together to support him.

The three of them unleashed more than a dozen slashes in a row.

Nathan faced them calmly and blocked all the attacks of the trio with the broken sword in his hand.

He withstood the first wave of the trio's fiercest attacks before beginning to strike back.

"Are you able to block my blade?"

Having said that, Nathan thrust out the half-broken sword in his hand.

Winson did not expect Nathan to be able to block the frenzied attacks of the three of them, let alone time his strikes so well.

Not only was Nathan's sword fast as lightning, but it also caught the split second when Winson was catching his breath from exhaustion.

turned pale in shock, and

he was still

big head was hoisted high as Nathan severed it cleanly from his

Winson's headless body even hit the ground, Angus roared in rage and swung his two-handed sword at Nathan in another furious assault. Nathan raised his sword and let out a

continuously, a series of thunderous explosions

impossible for anyone to get within three meters of the two of them, and thus, unable to intervene in their battle. Angus' attacks became less potent as time

up a little, Nathan extended

sword passed through Angus' many sword shadows and

let out an agonized scream and

out of

only one left, Raimond, was enraged when he saw his three companions dead. He stepped on the corpses and blood of his companions before

more than ten slashes in a row. Although he was wielding a broken

resisted with everything

reverberate across the scene, and at the same time, his body would tremble

resisted twelve of Nathan's slashes in

end of the thirty-two sword techniques he

the others at the

out of the Four Angels had lost their lives within the span

was relieved that Raimond had successfully blocked Nathan's last twelve strikes. If the latter had unleashed a couple more strike's, Raimond's life would

"Look, everyone. What's wrong with Mr. Raimond?" Everyone was shocked

standing rooted to his spot, unmoving while