Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1048

"Hm?"

When Nathan saw Trey's move, he hummed in surprise.

A skilled observer would know whether their opponent was a good fighter in their first move.

Trey, who seemed like an ordinary ruffian, was a good fighter.

Nathan took a step back and easily dodged a deadly swing from Trey.

Trey's real name was Cohen Lester. He had been practicing with swords since young, and he was highly skilled in scimitars. To him, the scimitar was an extension of his arm.

He was titled the Western King of Swords. In his dozens of years in the West, he rarely encountered anyone who was capable of being his rival.

Nathan was surprised that Cohen was a powerful fighter.

However, he did not know that Cohen was even more surprised than he was.

Cohen had used more than half his strength in the swing earlier, as he planned to get rid of Nathan swiftly.

However, his confident swing was easily dodged by his opponent.

I'm up against someone strong!

As expected, the ten million from Cross Clan isn't fast cash. Nathan is not an easy target to kill.

Suppressing his shock, Cohen quickened his footsteps and began bombarding Nathan with swings.

As if he was taking a stroll in the garden in spring, Nathan calmly avoided every attack from Cohen.

The moment he avoided all of Cohen's attacks, Nathan made his move.

Like a bolt of lightning, Nathan tapped on his opponent's scimitar.

Clang!

A crisp, loud noise sounded.

Like glass, Cohen's eyes widened in horror as the scimitar shattered into fragments.

Gritting his teeth, Cohen forced the words out of his mouth. "Reuben Cross. He gave me ten million to find a chance to kill you. He also instructed me that it's best if no one finds out the Cross clan is involved."

Upon hearing his words, Nathan furrowed his brows. He then relaxed a little and calmly said, "So the Cross clan is behind this. You may leave now." "Mr. Cross, thank you for sparing my life!" After Cohen thanked Nathan, he held onto his injured chest and stumbled away with his men as if he were fleeing from an execution.

However, he had not gotten far before he was stopped by a group of people.

Cohen raised his head, and when he saw who was the one in his way, he could not help but gasp, "Mr. Reuben!"

The one who stopped him was Reuben Cross and his men.

Reuben stared at Cohen, expressionless, as he uttered, "Cohen, your title as the Western King of Swords is nothing but words. Moreover, you were being cowardly earlier. You've disappointed me greatly."

Upon hearing those words, Cohen carefully murmured, "Mr. Reuben, I..."

Reuben continued, "Hatter, send him to hell."

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