Salute To The General



After that, he added, "I'm about to strike, so be careful."

With that warning, he took a step toward Nathan.

He was about eight to nine meters from Nathan, and he appeared to have slowly taken merely one small step toward Nathan.

However, the next moment, Nathan was stunned to find his opponent already right in front of him, although the latter only took a single step.

Nathan's perception of distance would never be the same again.

Allfather is truly mighty powerful! He's the most formidable opponent I've met thus far!

Before Nathan could recover from his shock, Lothar had already made his next move. He raised his left hand, stretched out two fingers to symbolize a sword, and went straight for the spot between Nathan's eyebrows.

Before his finger even got close to Nathan, the latter could already feel a wave of chillingly intense energy gushing toward him.

Although Lothar had claimed that he wanted Nathan to hold out for a longer time so he could enjoy a good battle, he didn't cut Nathan any slack. All his strikes were deadly and were aimed to kill. It was obvious he did not want to give Nathan a chance to fight back.

Lothar thought he would successfully finish Nathan off with that strike, but he soon met an unexpected setback.

As soon as his fingers touched the mask on Nathan's face, the other man suddenly retreated backward at high speed, almost as fast as Lothar's advance.

Crack!

In the end, he only managed to crack the mask but did not manage to hurt Nathan.

After retreating several meters away from Lothar, Nathan steadied himself and stopped a short distance away.

The mask he was wearing disintegrated and fell off, exposing his face.

With his flawless features and sparkling eyes, he was a sight to behold.

Lothar was shocked by the lightning-speed retreat Nathan had just executed to successfully escape from his attack.

Staring at Nathan's good-looking face, he calmly remarked, “I guess my earlier suspicion was right. You are Eurasia's God of War, Nathan Cross."

Eurasia's God of War.

Nathan Cross!

The few Heavenly Guardians and warriors from Heavenly City present witnessed the shocking development, and all of them were dumbstruck. Never in their wildest dream did they expect Nathan to be there.

After all, Nathan was not only Eurasia's God of War, but he was also their Chief Military Governor and president!

Who would have thought a man of such status would risk his life like that?

When they recovered from the initial shock, all those present went crazy with excitement. They were elated as that would be a wonderful opportunity to finish off Eurasia's God of War, and they could then boast of such a great achievement.

Although Nathan's identity was exposed, he was unfazed.

"The legendary God of War of Eurasia is rumored to be mighty formidable. You do live up to your reputation. I'm impressed by your prowess," Lothar complimented.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What you've seen was nothing!" Nathan coldly retorted.

With that, in a powerful leap, he propelled himself toward Lothar, launching a massive attack on the latter with his Military Punch.

Lothar stepped forward and took

Nathan's attack head-on. His hands, which were clad in a pair of silver and gold gloves, exchanged rapid blows with Nathan's. The crowd was bombarded by a wave of deafening and thunderous rattle due to their explosive clash of power

Boom, boom, boom...

Nathan was unstoppable, with each wave of attack more powerful than the previous.

"Military Punch, Breakthrough!" Nathan let out a deep roar and executed a punch.

Suddenly, an apparition appeared behind him, and the enlarged image was executing the same punch, albeit with a huge fist that seemed to be capable of knocking out everyone in front of it.

What the heck!

Even Lothar was taken aback by that massive display of power. For once, he dared not take things casually and hurriedly lifted both his arms to try and fend off the punch.

Boom!

Following an earth-shattering loud explosive sound, the ground trembled, and all those present found themselves thrown off balance.

To everyone's horror, Nathan's powerful strike had pushed Lothar backward by a dozen meters, forming two long and deep drag marks on the ground where his feet had plowed through.

The hooded robe that Lothar was wearing was also torn during the scuffle, exposing his face.

He was a tall and slender elderly man. His face was gaunt, but his eyes were intense and piercing.

Sullenly, he said, "Well done, Nathan. You actually managed to destroy my robe. How impressive you've become!"

Although Nathan had earlier suspected Allfather to be his master, Lothar, the former was still a little overwhelmed when he caught sight of his master's face.

When he recomposed himself, he looked at Lothar with mixed emotions and said, "It has been a long ten years. We've all changed." "How should I address you? Master? Old Mr. Macmaster? Or should it be Allfather?" he added.