Salute To The General

Chapter 1048 Who Sent You Here

"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 washighly 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 encounteredanyone 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 Nathanswiftly.

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

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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.

Nathan then raised his leg to kick right in the middle of Cohen's chest.

Thud!

As if Cohen was a rag doll, he flew back and crashed onto the ground. With a wail, he spat out amouthful of blood.

Nathan walked over and looked down at him. He muttered indifferently, "It seems like you're not theregular ruffian. You should be a renowned fighter. Who sent you here?”

Cohen's face became devoid of colors as he mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about...”

Nathan continued, "If you refuse to tell me, I can only break all of your limbs. Even if you survive,you'll be crippled. It'll be tough

for you to swing a sword, not to mention returning to your peak condition."

Cohen's face paled further.

Beautiful women were most afraid of being disfigured, and fighters were most afraid of beingcrippled.

As the Western King of Swords, he loved training with his swords. To him, being crippled andunable to train would be a fate worse than death itself.

Nathan repeated, "Tell me. Who sent you here?”

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

Upon hearing his words, Nathan furrowed his brows. He then relaxed a little and calmly said, "Sothe Cross clan is behind this. You may leave now." "Mr. Cross, thank you for sparing my life!" AfterCohen thanked Nathan, he held onto his injured chest and stumbled away with his men as if hewere 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 ofSwords is nothing but words. Moreover, you were being cowardly earlier. You've disappointed megreatly."

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

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

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