Salute To The General

Chapter 1517 Amon The African God Of War

"Damn you!"

"How dare you hurt our chief!"

"Kill him!"

As shouts rang out within Mohamed's men, a burly man with a goatee charged at Nathan in anintimidating manner.

However, before he could get any closer, he was blocked by Colin who had stepped in his way.

With a loud snort, Colin grabbed the man's neck with his left hand and singlehandedly lifted him offthe ground.

Everyone gasped in shock!

It wasn't until the man with the goatee lost consciousness, that Colin tossed him to the ground like adead dog. He then scowled, "Who else dares to disrespect my master?”

Mohamed and his man were both surprised and angry at the same time.

There were many famous warriors and innumerable arms dealers at the venue, and all of themwere equally shocked.

The Feast of the Gods was considered a gathering of the most powerful people in the world.

And yet, a new face like Nathan was causing trouble there.

Mohamed was a prominent warlord in Africa and was one of Africa's most powerful men.

Every year, he would make massive weapon purchases and was considered a major customer.Therefore, he was the darling of many arms dealers there.

And so, when someone unknown such as Nathan dared to throw his weight at Mohamed, it wassimply unbelievable.

He was signing his own death warrant.

Meanwhile, July and the other arms dealers who were standing at the outer rim were stumped.

They didn't expect to have chosen such a reckless representative.

Given that Nathan had offended a major customer, they figured they would also have to suffer thesame repercussions as him.

Even Penny could feel that Nathan had stirred a hornet's nest this time.

However, Nathan was the only one who remained nonchalant among them all. He wasn't the leastconcerned about Mohamed, the God of Wars from other countries, and all the powerful armsdealers.

Enduring the excruciating pain of his broken wrist, Mohamed called out, "Amon!”

Immediately, a 1.2 meter tall black man in an ethnic African robe responded to him.

He was the African God of War, Amon.

Gritting his teeth, Mohamed ordered, "Amon, break his legs and torture him first.

After that, twist off his head!"

"Understood, Chief!"

Although Amon was a huge man, he could move as fast as an African cheetah.

All everyone could see was a dark blur as he sprinted towards Nathan. Raising his fist, he launchedit at Nathan's face.

When everyone saw that the African God of War who was ranked 96 on the Leaderboard of Battlegods took action, they started to cheer in excitement.

Meanwhile, Mohamed smiled smugly in anticipation of Nathan's tragic cry.novelbin

However, something happened that caused everyone to look on in disbelief.

Instead of retreating in the face of Amon's attack, Nathan charged forward instead.

All everyone could see was Nathan taking a step forward and throwing a punch.

His speed was faster than that of Amon's while his fist carried greater power.

Bam!

Nathan's fist smashed into Amon's face first despite the fact that Amon had made the earlier move.The impact caused his jaw bones to shatter and blood instantly gushed out of his open wound.

Boom!

Amon's huge body was thrown backwards and finally stopped when he crashed into some tables.After that, there was no longer any movement from him.

No one was sure if he had lost consciousness or if Nathan had killed him with one punch.

At that moment, there was a somber silence throughout the hall and one could even hear a pindrop.

How could someone who appeared from nowhere defeat the African God of War with a singlepunch? It was simply unbelievable.

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