Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1745

Who is this ordinary-looking guy? How dare he say something as such against Germund and Helge, the duo who have gone against countless veterans before him? No one has the guts to provoke them in such a manner before!

When Germund and Helge heard Nathan's arrogant remark, they got increasingly enraged and yelled hysterically, warning Nathan, “You're merely a bodyguard, yet you have the audacity to challenge us? Since you have a death wish, we'll do you a favor and send you to hell!”

As soon as Helge finished warning Nathan, he dashed over in an attempt to take the arrogant man out.

Seconds after Helge's warning, he disappeared into thin air from his initial spot and showed up in front of Nathan.

He's unbelievably swift!

Ava, Thomas, and the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim because of Helge's insane speed.

Helge raised his arm and threw a powerful punch at Nathan, giving off the sense of a cannonball as he approached Nathan with the mechanical fist.

Ava couldn't suppress her concerns and warned Nathan, “Watch out! He's going to get you!”

Once Ava broke the silence, Nathan had made his first move, raising his arm to return the favor with a punch.

Bam!

Nathan's mundane fist met Helge's mechanical fists a few seconds after the fight was initiated.

Most of the onlookers had their eyes closed because they were afraid of witnessing Nathan's arm being crushed and deformed in front of them.

Nonetheless, what happened soon had taken them by surprise—Nathan's seemingly fragile fist was perfectly fine.

On the other hand, Helge's mechanical arm, which was supposed to be impregnable, was crushed into debris with its parts everywhere on the ground.

Helge produced a muffled grunt and staggered a few steps back. The ground cracked, trampled as a result of Nathan's massive punch.

By the time he brought himself to a halt, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

A look of utter disbelief appeared on his face as he was intimidated by Nathan's capability.

Ava's eyes widened in disbelief because she didn't expect such an ordinary-looking man to be such good combat skills either.

“Ha!”

Germund yelled and launched another powerful strike in Nathan's direction, aiming at his chest with the spear-like-walking-stick.

It might be a merciless strike for an ordinary man, but Nathan could foresee the stick's route of attack as though it was a video being replayed in front of him in slow-motion mode.

Immediately, Nathan threw another punch to defend himself.

Bam!

A thunderous bang erupted in the restaurant when Nathan countered the steel walking cane with his bare fist.

The steel walking cane was crushed. Creases into pieces as though the steel walking cane was nothing but a piece of paper.

Germund felt a jolting sensation all over his body. Consequently, he shuddered and staggered a few steps back. By the time he was brought to a halt, a mouthful of blood out of his mouth with pieces of his shattered lungs.

Eventually, he passed on in a pathetic manner, similar to those of his brother's.