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.

I laid eyes on that year. But it's too bad that we have differing stances. Now, the only

Rip!

by his bulging muscles, and his scarred and brawny

in Nathan's muscular body that was threatening

sharp and determined gaze, he shouted, "Fight

he had given me, the grudges I have, and all the debt he owes to the country as well

a crazy battle where he could go all out

was like what Lothar said. At the end of the discourse, there would be fists; fists would, in turn,

he would end it with Lothar, once

the first three strikes, so be it. Let me see if you

soon as he finished his sentence,

walked toward Nathan as everyone

steps seemed slow, it was

rains were chilling..." When Nathan's eyes met Lothar's, the

and a zucchetto on his head, was walking through the drizzle of

and trapped inside his illusion, unable to move, the former couldn't help but

his hand and sent a powerful punch to Nathan, preparing to end Nathan's life