Salute To The General

Lothar looked at Nathan's disappointed face as the latter didn't say another word.

"Why did you stop talking?" Lothar asked in puzzlement.

Nathan said slowly, "People of different beliefs can't work together. I have nothing to say to you."

Lothar nodded in agreement. "At the end of discourse, there will be blades and swords; at the end of the blade, there will only be life or death. Unsheathe your sword. It's time for us to bring things to an end."

Nathan removed The Unsullied tied to his waist. Glancing at the sword once, he casually threw the sword along with its scabbard to the ground. Making a loud noise, the sword stabbed the hard ground and stood upright.

"You can draw your sword against friends or family, but I can't. I will not use weapons. And since you were the one who taught me my skills, I'll let you strike me thrice first."

Hearing that, Lothar couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hahaha! When I became unparalleled in Eurasia, you were not even born yet. Moreover, I'm the one who taught you your martial arts skills. You actually have the courage to not use weapons and even let me strike thrice first? Do you know that I might be able to take your life within three strikes?"

Nathan answered calmly, "I owe you at least this. I'll accept my fate if you can kill me in three strikes. However, if you fail to do so, then we've even. I'll use everything I have to kill you. So, don't go easy on me."

As Lothar stared at Nathan, the former could not help but be impressed by the young man.

disciple, whom I had chosen the moment I laid eyes on that year. But it's too bad that we have differing stances. Now, the only path left for me is

Rip!

bulging muscles, and

in Nathan's muscular body

sharp and determined gaze, he shouted, "Fight

the grudges I have, and all the debt he owes to the country as well as the hatred he had incited. None of those are

a crazy battle where he could go all out to

like what Lothar said. At the end of the discourse, there would

end it with Lothar, once

three strikes, so be it. Let

soon as he finished his sentence, Lothar

walked toward Nathan as everyone around watched

his steps seemed slow, it was actually

chilling..." When Nathan's eyes met Lothar's, the former's body trembled. Then, his arms and legs stiffened, frozen as if someone had cast a spell on him. He couldn't move. The sounds around him suddenly became distant,

standing in a field in spring. An old man, donning chimere attire and a zucchetto on his head, was walking through the drizzle of freezing rain toward him. As the old man

trapped inside his illusion, unable to

sent a powerful punch to Nathan, preparing to end Nathan's