Salute To The General



Use sticks to beat the dogs?

Vince fumed at Nathan's crude remark.

"Show me if your current abilities are as sharp as your tongue," he challenged, then charged at Nathan with lightning speed so that one could only see an afterimage of his body.

"Perfect timing!"

Nathan lunged to meet him halfway while wielding the dagger.

That slash was as swift as a lightning bolt.

Vince was shocked. He didn't dare to face Nathan's attack head-on since the dagger was made of mithril, which had a severely damaging effect on vampires. Clasping his hands together, which were covered by a pair of gloves, he caught the edge of the dagger.

Nathan snickered.

He turned the dagger in his hand, and the sharp edge of the blade sliced through Vince's gloves in a heartbeat, cutting through the latter's fingers. Vince sucked in a sharp breath and quickly retracted his hands, which were covered in blood.

However, Nathan didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He swung his leg and kicked him in the chest.

Vince flew backward from the impact as if a train had crashed into him.

When he was in midair, he used a technique that pulled him down, resulting in his rapid plummet to the ground.

He planted his feet on the ground firmly and forcibly steadied himself.

Nathan didn't follow up with another attack and merely stated, "That's the third one. Seven moves left to go."

Vince glanced at his bloody hands with fear and anger. He did not expect Nathan to actually plan to kill him within ten moves. "Your weapon, Your Grace."

At that time, a vampire saw Nathan overpowering Vince, so he hurriedly tossed Vince's weapon to him.

It was a gorgeous rapier.

The second Vince caught the weapon, he drew some power within his body and watched as the tiny cuts on his hands began to heal.

In the blink of an eye, every wound on his hands had healed perfectly. As the scabs slipped off the wounds, the skin over his hands regained its softness and fairness like those of a young girl's.

Colin and the rest were surprised by the scene.

Nathan frowned at the sight too.

It looks like vampires like Vince who have lived up to hundreds and maybe even thousands of years possess strong rejuvenating abilities.

Vince tightened his grip over the rapier and roared, "Again!"

Nathan responded, "As you wish!"

The two moved almost simultaneously at an incredible speed.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed, and an ear-splitting sound reverberated across the area.

Nathan remained standing. He was as steady as a boulder.

Vince, however, trembled all over. The terrifying power from the clash of weapons made his arms go numb.

His eyes dilated, and a thought came to his mind. How strong!

"The fourth move!"

Nathan unleashed a storm-like barrage of attacks.

"The fifth."

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"The seventh."

Nathan continued counting, his attacks more vicious than the last. They were unstoppable like the stormy sea.

Vince was forced to fall back at each attack.

"Hurry up and save His Grace!"

Instantly, the vampires on the scene

bet

interoward Nathan, wanting t

rushed

in the battle between him

and Vince.

Nathan snorted and stomped his foot heavily on the ground. Grumbling Earth!

Boom!

A crack started to form in the ground, With Nathan as the

epicenter, a strong blast of shock waves erupted outward toward his surrounding.

The weaker vampires charging toward Nathan were flung away by the shock waves and had their bones shattered.

By the time they fell back to the ground, they were already dead.

The slightly stronger ones were pushed backward, unable to press forward.

Only a few managed to withstand the strong current and approached Nathan from his back.

Nathan had just unleashed an attack

to push Vince back when he felt bloodthirsty auras directed at him from his back. One of them was aimed at his heart.