Salute To The General



The blade flashed in the air for a fleeting moment.

After a loud clang rang out, a crisp crack was heard.

Kenshun's katana had been chopped in half.

Despite breaking Kenshun's weapon, Nathan's blade arc slammed into the former's chest without losing any momentum, causing a long wound to split open in his chest.

Fortunately, Nathan wasn't looking to kill. Or else, Kenshun's body would have been sliced in half.

Nheless, the attack had left a scar that would never disappear.

Crack!

After unleashing a single strike, Nathan retreated to his position and sheathed his sword.

Standing tall with his hands behind his back, he remarked, "You have lost."

Lowering his gaze, Kenshun's eyes were filled with conflicting emotions as he looked at his broken katana and the blood oozing out of his chest wound.

He was cognizant that it was an honor to have the Chief Military Governor of Eurasia drawing the latter's sword. Nevertheless, he also recognized the mercy Nathan had shown him. Otherwise, he would undoubtedly be a dead man.

In the blink of an eye, the genius warrior of Jetroina seemed to have aged as he was suddenly overwhelmed by despair. He admitted in a hoarse voice, "I have lost."

With that, he turned and left.

When his subordinates hurried over to support him, he pushed them aside and snapped, "We will withdraw!" "Yes!"

The Jetroinian delegation retreated quickly with Kenshun.

No matter how Max tried to persuade them against it, his pleas fell on deaf ears.

At that moment, the awkwardness in the atmosphere intensified.

Amongst the Nine-Nation Alliance, Ashuras, who represented Xyperia, had been dealt a decisive defeat.

Isaiah, the Volkian God of War, had not only been defeated but also taken hostage.

And now, the Jetroinian commander, Kenshun, had turned tail and fled with his men after losing his battle against Nathan.

As a result Max was well aware that

the representatives of the other nations would definitely not have the courage to challenge Eurasia's Chief Military Governor, leaving him no choice but to face Nathan himself.

Under normal circumstances, he was extremely confident in his own combat ability.

Unfortunately, this was the first time his conviction was shaken, for he couldn't find the courage to step forward and take Nathan on.

At that moment, Nathan swept his gaze across the group and sneered, "Xyperia, Volk, and Jetroina have all been defeated. Who else has the guts to step forward and challenge me?"

As the crowd exchanged sheepish glances amongst themselves, no one dared to step forward.

Nathan snorted, "You're nothing but

cowards, and yet, you dare to behave with such insolence against Eurasia? My advice to you is for you to show some respect before you get yourselves killed."

Even though the representatives of different nations were red with rage, they didn't dare express their anger nor face Nathan in battle after the terrifying power he demonstrated.

As for Catherine and the others, all they could do was look in Max's direction.

After all, they were led by Ariarica, while Max was her representative. Furthermore, Max was also renowned for his strength.

As a consequence, everyone placed their hopes on Max, hoping that he would step forward to engage Eurasia's Chief Military Governor in battle. Sensing the crowd's sentiment, Max realized that he had no other choice.

Gritting his teeth, he was about to challenge Nathan when waves and waves of Volkian troops arrived.

The countless numbers of soldiers from Volk had managed to surround the entire place.

Nheless, Nathan and his men had nothing to fear as they were holding Isaiah hostage.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a black robe and black-rimmed glasses emerged with an entourage of generals and civilian leaders. When the Volkians soldiers saw the middle-aged man, they greeted him in surprise, "President Stryker!"

Clearly, the man was the President of Volk, Malcolm Stryker, who was a pacifist.

In fact, he had already agreed to a meeting with Nathan to negotiate a peaceful solution to the conflict.

Unfortunately, their meeting had always been prevented by Isaiah's disruption.

Therefore, no one had imagined that they would convene under such tense circumstances.

The moment Nathan saw Malcolm, he was filled with relief, for he knew that the latter was a rational pacifist.

Malcolm's appearance would

naturally prevent both sides from

escalating the conflict into war.

Nathan was also confident that Volk would agree to allow him to bring Lucas, the prisoners of the West Army, and the bodies of their slain comrades back with him.