Salute To The General

Chapter 3477 So Strong

Nathan said coldly, "Come!"

This time, it was Gryffen's turn to dispense with the formalities with Nathan.

Gryffen slowly pulled out something resembling a metal flashlight and then activated the device. Immediately, a buzzing sound of electricity filled the air.

A lightsword appeared in his hand.

He declared solemnly, "I am a Swordmaster in the Divine Realm, so it's only natural that I fight against you with a sword as a sign of respect for you. Of course, you can also use weapons."

At the scene, Wolfric, Leopold, and Gods of War from various countries blanched when they saw the God pulling out a lightsword.

Although many of them were seeing the God's weapon for the first time, they could tell just by looking that this alien's lightsword was extraordinarily powerful.

The Eurasian warriors on the scene were filled with anger.

Heptakill didn't hesitate to yell, "What kind of respect is this toward Chief Cross? You're just a sore loser."

Gryffen paid no attention to Heptakill as he fixed his gaze on Nathan. He asked, "Do you think I can't afford to lose, or do you believe my use of the lightsword is unfair in a duel?"

Nathan calmly said, "You are a God, so it's only natural for you to use the weapons of your kind. Moreover, the notion of a duel being completely fair is simply non-existent. I only care about winning or losing, not about fairness."

A slight smile played at the corners of Gryffen's mouth. "Well, I'm beginning to admire your confidence. Draw your weapon."

Clang!

Unsullied from his waist. The tip of the blade pointed diagonally toward the ground as he stood there, radiating an air

they see my lightsword. The gap in our weaponry is really quite significant!" Nathan said indifferently, "My weapon may

hearing this, Gryffen couldn't help but get a bit angry. "I

said that, he made his move and

step he took, another

rushed in front of Nathan, he had already left a series

Swoosh!

and with a swift and

from various countries couldn't help but

When the Divine Realm

much technique involved. He relied solely on speed to win, a speed that had already reached

like Wolfric and

could be seen was a blurry figure approaching Nathan, followed by the sight of the

streak of

its target, Nathan

Swoosh!

wicked wind, met the Gryffen's light sword head-on, its speed surprisingly not inferior to

aback, seemingly not expecting Nathan to

glint flashed

Nathan's was merely an ordinary

view, Nathan was simply pitting an egg against

gentle swing, his lightsword could