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.

Instead, it made him ecstatic as he experienced the sublime pleasure of pushing himself to

spirit within his soul began burning, and

himself gradually and bit out coldly,

dashed toward Lothar and appeared right before the latter

in the slightest and seemed to produce the opposite

thoroughly ticked off and immediately engaged in

a better

that, Nathan's fighting

and was only focused on destroying Lothar

sweat when dealing with his opponents and would often take them down without even

had not sustained any injuries for the past twenty years nor partaken in such

necessarily on par with Nathan, the God of War

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

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

a sudden,

moment of distraction to exert the full force of his Military

landed on the same spot on

Lothar was sent flying backward for the first time

sounded, and his body crashed through the wall of

the Heavenly City cried