Salute To The General

Chapter 2780



Nathan's strength had wowed everyone on site.

The person who was most surprised was none other than Szymon.

He had gone through dozens of battles and earned countless medals for his accomplishments. The guy even had the heads of his defeated foes stored in the cab in his office to decorate the place.

At first, he assumed that the rumor had exaggerated how strong Nathan was. He also thought that he could defeat Nathan in a few minutes. Szymon never imagined that Nathan could be so powerful that he remained steady and quick after dealing with his numerous attacks.

Worse still, Nathan had enough room in his mind to play board games with two experts.

He doesn't need to focus solely on me when battling... This is the worst humiliation I have ever endured.

Szymon had always been a racist who judged others by their skin color. He especially hated Eurasian and was a firm believer that every Eurasian was worthless.

At that moment, however, he was losing a fight against a Eurasian, and that crushed his pride.

I must kill him!

That single thought echoed within Szymon, and it was as though a demon were whispering in his mind.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and the murderous aura he exuded was getting more and more intense. He became more violent as well.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Szymon threw over ten consecutive punches, but Nathan blocked every single one of them.

When their fists met, a boom as loud as thunder would echo in the hall.

Szymon put everything he had into those punches.

As a result, his stamina was dwindling, and his strength was waning. That, in turn, slowed him down a little.

It was at that moment that Nathan spoke.

In a cold voice, he said, "Playtime is over. It's time to get serious now."

Szymon's irises dilated in surprise when he heard that.

What? Did he just say that playtime is over and that he is going to get serious now?

Szymon was both surprised and enraged. He felt as though the sky was getting darker.

So Nathan had been playing with me all this time? Is this all a game to him? Has he been holding back this entire time? Szymon wasn't the only one who was surprised.

The guests, knights, servants... Everyone was flabbergasted.

Nathan zipped forward at the exact moment Szymon was stunned.

The former moved so quickly and smoothly that he was like a ghost on a bolt of lightning.

When Nathan stood in front of Szymon, he threw a single, seemingly unimpressive punch that was devastatingly powerful.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

All Szymon saw was Nathan's fist getting closer and bigger. He wanted to move out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough to react.

Nathan's punch hadn't even reached him, but he could already feel the gust of wind brushing against his face.

That wind was so strong that it got Szymon's face to flutter like a ripple in a pond. The skin and muscles on his face kept trembling, and his lips could no longer be closed. It got to the point where his teeth were plain to see. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

"Ah!"

Szymon screamed. He used everything he had to put his arms up to try to block that terrifying punch.

Boom!

It was a loud noise.

Szymon was sent flying with a single punch. He smashed into a pillar and cracked it before plummeting to the ground as he vomited blood.

The result of the battle was plain to see. Nathan had won, and Szymon had been defeated.

Nathan didn't even glance at

Szymon after defeating the latter. He

simply moved to the table where

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Carlos and Westley were playing checkers. Click! Nathan grabbed a

piece and moved it to the

before calmly declaring,

ght place

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The expert, Westley, bulged his eyes and turned pale a second later. Urk! His blood pressure rose so rapidly that he spewed blood at the very next second.

When Nathan made his way to

Penny, he bent down and grabbed another piece. He placed that piece in a strategic spot and calmly pointed out, "That's the winning

move. You've lost...sino

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When Nathan said those words, Sandy heard her death sentence being delivered.

The soft click Nathan made when he placed his piece on the wooden board sounded like gunshots to Sandy. It was as though she were standing in front of a firing squad.

Her vision turned dark, and she fainted then and there.

The spectators bulged their eyes and covered their mouths in awe. They couldn't believe what they just saw.

Nathan had defeated Szymon who was gravely wounded.

The former also crushed the expert in checkers, prompting him to spew blood.

Even the chess prodigy failed and had fainted.

The way everyone looked at Nathan changed instantly. It was as though he had suddenly grown bigger and was more mysterious.

He is strong. The President of Eurasia is simply too strong.