Salute To The General

After a dozen exchanges of attacks, one of Nathan's attacks struck Lothar's left cheek.

In that split second, Lothar closed in on Nathan and pounded him heavily in the chest with his elbow.

Nathan stumbled, staggered a few steps backward, and coughed out another mouthful of blood.

Lothar was still enraged at being bested. He lifted his hand gracelessly to touch the corner of his lip where Nathan's blow had hit.

It was only then that he discovered that he was bleeding.

The elites of Heavenly City gazed at one another, completely dumbfounded.

The supreme Allfather was actually bleeding.

The invincible impression they had of Lothar crumbled.

Nathan felt a fiery sting in his chest where he was just hit.

He hadn't been injured in a long time.

Therefore, he had to admit that Lothar was the most formidable opponent he had ever faced in his life thus far.

the pain didn't wear Nathan out. Instead, it made him ecstatic as he experienced the sublime pleasure of

soul began burning, and he

straightened himself gradually and bit out

Lothar and appeared right before the latter before

not slow him down in the slightest and seemed to produce the opposite

off and immediately

was a better

Nathan's fighting style unnerved

his injuries and was only focused on destroying Lothar at

opponents and would often take them down

sustained any injuries for the past twenty years nor

ability to tolerate attacks was not necessarily on par with Nathan, the God of War who weathered countless

which was akin to a double-edged blade was too much for Lothar to

capable of being wounded, even if

his advances had become restrained. All of a sudden, Lothar was

advantage of Lothar's moment of distraction to exert the full force of his Military

Triple Lightning Fists landed on the same spot

sent flying backward for the

through the wall

of the Heavenly City cried