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.

Nathan out. Instead, it made him ecstatic as he experienced the sublime pleasure of pushing himself

spirit within his soul began burning, and

and bit out coldly, "Bring

Lothar and appeared right before the latter

the slightest

off and immediately engaged

he was a

spite of that, Nathan's fighting style unnerved

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

opponents and would often take them down without even having to

not sustained any injuries for the past twenty

not necessarily on par with Nathan, the God of War who weathered countless battles

to a double-edged blade was too much for

himself to accept that he was capable of being

so hyper-fixated on avoiding the attacks that his advances had become restrained. All of a sudden, Lothar was bested by Nathan, who put

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

Fists landed on

was sent flying backward for the first

crashed through the wall of a nearby building, creating a gaping hole.

the Heavenly City cried