Salute To The General

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!

Nathan, with a swift backhand motion, drew The Unsullied from his waist. The tip of the blade pointed diagonally toward the ground as he stood there, radiating an air of defiance.

Gryffen looked at the sword in Nathan's hand and laughed incredulously. "Your weapon is so primitive. Isn't it a bit outdated? I finally understand why your subordinates get so upset when they see my lightsword. The gap in our weaponry is really quite significant!" Nathan said indifferently, "My weapon may not be a divine one, but it's more than enough to kill you."

Upon hearing this, Gryffen couldn't help but get a bit angry. "I hope your blade is as sharp as your tongue."

Right after he said that, he made his move and dashed forward instantly.

With every step he took, another apparition would appear behind him.

When he rushed in front of Nathan, he had already left a series of apparitions behind him.

Swoosh!

He raised his lightsword, and with a swift and forceful motion, he struck a blow toward Nathan.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Gods of War from various countries couldn't help but widen their eyes, revealing expressions of shock and horror.

When the Divine Realm

Swordmaster Gryffen made his move this time, there was still no flamboyance, nor was there much technique involved. He relied solely on speed to win, a speed that had already reached its ultimate limit.

Even the human Gods of War like Wolfric and Leopold couldn't clearly see Gryffen's figure and movements.

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

transforming into a streak of flowing light, slashing toward Nathan.

When Gryffen's lightsword was about to reach its target, Nathan made his move in an instant.

Swoosh!

His sword, carrying a wicked wind, met the Gryffen's light sword head-on, its speed surprisingly not inferior to that of the Gryffen's.

Gryffen was somewhat taken aback, seemingly not expecting Nathan to unleash such speed.

Nevertheless, an icy glint flashed in his eyes.

His weapon was a God's lightsword, while Nathan's was merely an ordinary sword from earth.

In his view, Nathan was simply pitting an egg against a rock.

Perhaps with just a gentle swing, his lightsword could slice Nathan, along with his weapon, in half.

However, when his lightsword was about to clash with Nathan's sword, he suddenly felt something unusual.

Nathan's sword cleaved through the

air, causing a faint crackling

explosion sound to echo in the

atmosphere. One could even see tiny arcs of electricity dancing

around the blade.

At the same time, before Nathan's sword could even approach, an overwhelming sense of icy blade intent had already filled the air, standing tall against him.

In an instant, he felt as if he was in an ice cave, his limbs cold as ice.

Such a powerful sword intent. Such incredible strength!

Gryffen was inwardly shocked.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Nathan's weapon might just be an ordinary sword, but in the hands of an elite, even a leaf or a branch could become a terrifyingly powerful weapon.