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.

that year. But it's too bad that we have differing stances. Now, the only path left for me is to destroy you with my own hands." Nathan lifted both

Rip!

bulging muscles,

feel the terrifying power hidden in Nathan's muscular body that was threatening

and determined gaze,

and all the debt he owes to

crazy battle where he could go

the end of the discourse, there would be fists;

day, he would end it with Lothar, once and

strikes, so be it. Let me

soon as he finished

toward Nathan as everyone around watched

his steps seemed slow, it

started reciting a poem, "Three years had passed since I arrived at Luceras; The time of late spring had come, but the constant rains were 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

his head, was walking through the drizzle of freezing rain toward him. As the old man came nearer, Nathan, however, stood immobile.

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

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