Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1090

Nathan had killed Ross with a single punch. The former languidly took his sword and stabbed it into the ground as he challenged in a chilly tone, "That's it from one of the Twelve King's Knights?”

That's it? Nathan's words ignited Cicero's anger.

Flames of rage danced in Cicero's eyes as he solemnly asked the rest of his knights, “Who will come forward and kill this man?"

"Me!"

"I will!"

"I'm at your service!"

Three voices overlapped as three men of slightly different builds but similarly fierce expressions, stepped out. Their hands were pressed against the hilts of the swords.

The three of them were also among the Twelve King's Knights.

They walked out at the same time, but weren't civil in the least. They didn't intend to fight one-on-one with Nathan, but approached him together, ready to join forces and bring him down.

When the Smith's saw this, they couldn't help but curse, "Shameless! They're ganging up on him like cowards!"

Standing among the big figures lined up by the side, Gabriel sneered, "Mr. Trumbo is here to avenge his son, not to see who's the better fighter. So, why should we fight fair?"

The Smiths were enraged!

Meanwhile, the three knights had already drawn their swords and were now charging towards Nathan. They swung their swords at Nathan, intending to hack him down in whatever way they could.

Within that split second, Nathan had already made his move.

He extended his arm and yanked the fallen knight's sword from the ground, wielding it in a typical manner by swinging it horizontally with lightning speed.

Clang...

The knights' swords were broken into half by Nathan with a clean sweep of his sword.

In the next second, Nathan's sword glinted under the light as it slashed across the three knights' exposed necks.

He glanced at his men behind him. Although he had brought a lot of men, but they would be useless if even the Twelve King's Knights weren't a match fortheir opponent. He had no choice but to call forth the Fierce Four.

The Fierce Four comprised of the four most skilled and fiercest warriors under his command.

They were Sword-Master John, Dagger-Master Hans, Hammer-Master Sol, and Shield-Master Chris.

Cicero looked at the Fierce Four, and said in a stern tone, "Which of you four is willing to fight to defend the sacred principles of Eagleland's warriors?"

Sword-Master John narrowed his naturally elongated eyes into slits as he stared at Nathan coldly, "This b****** killed our four knights. As the Sword-Master, I am willing to take his life with my sword!"

Cicero smiled in satisfaction when he heard that. "Very good. Show him the power of Eagleland's Sword-Master, John! No one shall underestimate our capabilities!"

Sword-Master John, who was clad in a set of white noble garments, and armed with a long sword that glinted menacingly, slowly stepped forward.

He walked to stand about five meters away from Nathan, then halted. He took off the white glove covering his left hand, throwing it onto the ground in front of Nathan's feet and spat coldly, "I, Sword-Master John, hereby officially challenge you to a duel."

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