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.

it made him ecstatic

his soul began burning, and

gradually and bit out coldly,

and appeared right before the latter before he could

in the slightest and seemed to

off and

a better fighter

of that, Nathan's fighting style

disregarded his injuries and was only focused on destroying Lothar at the

sweat when dealing with his opponents and would often take them down

past twenty years nor partaken in such a high-intensity

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

to a double-edged blade was too

himself to accept that he was capable of being wounded, even if his injuries were

restrained. All of a sudden, Lothar was bested

of distraction to exert

Fists landed on the same spot on

Lothar was sent flying backward for

sounded, and his body crashed through the

of the Heavenly City cried