Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 518

Miyamoto stood in the downpour, but it was as if his body was surrounded by an invisible shield. The rain did not land on him; it fell within three centimeters from his body instead.

Penny and the others waited at the entrance of the restaurant not far away from them. When they realized Miyamoto was blocking Nathan's path with a sword, they began to panic.

On the other hand, Haruto and Bart were drinking tea while looking out of the window on the upper floor of the restaurant.

Haruto gazed out of the window at Miyamoto, who was completely dry despite standing in the rain. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "His ability has increased again. Him personally killing Nathan Cross is pretty much overkill.”

Bart stared at Miyamoto in the rain in astonishment and said with reverence, "The Sword God of Japan is indeed remarkable. We're very lucky to be able to witness the Sword God perform today.

Nathan is also lucky to be able to die under his blade."

Miyamoto glared at Nathan coldly. "Are you the one who killed my disciple Black Dog?"

Nathan did not reply. Instead, a smile played on his lips as he said indifferently, "Miyamoto, you shouldn't have stepped foot in this nation again."

Miyamoto Ichiro's expression changed drastically when those words left Nathan's lips.

It was as if he was an injured bird that had heard the sound of the hunter's bow again.

In an instant, his face was wiped clean of any murderous intent from before. His imposing aura was replaced with a deep terror that filled his heart and gripped his soul.

As his heart pounded and his hands trembled, he gazed at Nathan with horror and said in a quivering voice, "Y-You are...”

Nathan smiled with a trace of amusement as he answered, "Three years ago, during that war in the North, you were lucky to be alive. At that time, I warned you, to never set foot in this nation ever again. You shouldn't have turned a deaf ear to my words."

Boom!

Miyamoto's heart filled with regret and anguish. But, at the same time, he wanted to struggle and fight back against Nathan. Such a mix of emotions swirled in his heart as he repeatedly gripped and released the handle of his katana.

When Nathan saw this, he smiled and said, "Miyamoto, you couldn't even withstand a single strike from me three years ago.

Have you regained enough confidence to land a blow on me now?"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto finally realized that the fear he had for Nathan had already been carved deep in his bones. He kept hesitating. He didn't have the courage to unsheathe his sword when facing the other man.

To a Sword God like him, losing confidence like that was as good as losing the fight.

His entire being turned haggard at that instant. Dispirited, he was like a withered branch that could die at any moment.