Salute To The General

After killing Barrett, one of the Gods of Warrior of the Seven Continents, Nathan hid the dagger back in his sleeve before walking back toward Max.

"Have you asked for our permission before attempting to make a move against our admiral?"

Suddenly, two burly figures appeared before him and blocked his path.

They were both Gods of Warrior of the Seven Continents, one being the War God of South Ariarica, Jamison, and the other being the War God of North Ariarica, Brady.

In response, Nathan retorted coldly, "And have I permitted the two of you to block my path?"

Infuriated, Jamison and Brady rushed toward Nathan.

Nonetheless, Nathan wasn't at all afraid. He stepped forward and met them both head-on.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Both parties battled, kicks and punches flying everywhere.

Nathan calmly blocked off the two men's first wave of attack. Subsequently, he seized a fleeting opportunity while they were attacking frenziedly to punch Jamison right in the face. Thud!

Like a hammer falling on a piece of glass and a steel rod hitting a watermelon, his fist struck the man squarely.

In an instant, blood spurted everywhere.

Jamison's head sunk in like a deflated basketball, and he died on the spot without even having the time to let out a cry of pain.

As Nathan attacked the man, he also lifted his leg and swept it out at his other opponent, Brady.

face draining of all color, Brady raised

it was to

Snap! Snap!

they were mere twigs. He then struck

Bang!

In the next moment, his entire chest caved

fragments of organs spewed out of his mouth as his body fell backward like a falling leave during autumn. By the time he hit the ground,

Maiden of the Curia couldn't help cheering and clamoring like a fan meeting her idol upon witnessing

en

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the elites from the Curia also had awe etched across their

representatives of the Eight-Nation Alliance quivering in the

to dominate the world, so they harbored mixed feelings toward

it weren't for his appearance, Max would have probably long since

after having a front-row seat to his capabilities in light of their plan to go up

Nathan had dispatched three Gods of Warrior in a row, no one dared to stop him anymore

continued walking toward Max with steady and forceful

had his eyes

convinced that

apart. Right then, he stared at the latter sharply, ready to

away from Max, he stopped

confronted each other like two tigers that met by coincidence in the

sharp look in his