Salute To The General

Chapter 1519 How The General Fights

Roland and everyone present were stunned by Nathan's words.

No one could believe that Nathan dared to brush off someone who ranked 20th on the Leaderboardof Battle gods.

It was too outrageous!

As his face darkened, Roland questioned, "I wonder what is your rank on the Leaderboard of Battlegods for you to underestimate me?"

Nathan replied with a smile, "I'm not on the board at all!"novelbin

Hearing that, Roland's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He thought that Nathan was in the top ten of the Leaderboard, but didn't expect him to not even beon it.

Just because this nobody beat the African God of War out of sheer luck, he thinks that he can takeon the world?

Roland sneered, ''Young man, being reckless isn't a crime. But, if you don't have the skills to back itup and yet insult me, that is punishable by death."

With that, his body disappeared into a flash with his ultra-fast speed.

One's naked eye couldn't even see his movements. All everyone saw was a shadow chargingtowards Nathan.

Raising his hand, he hurled a punch towards Nathan's chest.

He was confident that his punch which carried the power of an elephant could kill Nathan with asingle blow.

In fact, it would be overkill.

However, the punch which he was fully confident in was easily evaded by Nathan who simply took astep back.

Oh?

When his punch hit emptiness, Roland couldn't help but be surprised.

With that lightning speed of his, it was beyond belief that Nathan had managed to dodge his attack.

However, he did not slow down for even a second despite being caught by surprise. The nextmoment, he unleashed a hurricane-like barrage of attacks on Nathan.

Roland's fighting style was typical of Ariarica's military combat. Their moves were simple andunrefined, and they solely relied on speed and raw strength. There wasn't any grace or eleganceincorporated at all.

Nevertheless, his style was the most difficult to defend against.

A momentary lapse of concentration would result in instant death.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Roland went all out by hurling machinegun-like punches and kicks.

Although his attacks all missed target, the granite floor and roman pillars in the hall were bashed tobits, causing debris and dust to fill the air.

The crowd had backed off from the scene out of fear as they were awed by the power of the manranked 20th on the Leaderboard of Battle gods.

Roland was indeed as powerful as a killing machine gone wild!

Meanwhile, Mohamed and McKevin watched on as their blood boiled with excitement.

From their perspective, although Roland had yet to land a hit, Nathan was constantly on thedefensive and had no chance to counter-attack.

Even Penny clenched her fist anxiously as she watched the battle unfold.

When Frida noticed Penny's nervousness, she softly reassured her, "Ms. Smith, don't worry.""During the Northern Wars, the General alone had vanquished the Coalition Army which wasformed by the elites from eighteen countries."

"Hence, somebody like Roland isn't going to give him any trouble."

Still in doubt, Penny questioned, "Are you saying that Nathan can easily defeat this man?"

Colin replied with a smile, "Ms. Smith, please rest assured that the General would definitely win."

"Can't you see the idiot swinging wildly and not even coming in contact with Nathan's clothes?"

Nodding, Penny asked out of concern, "But, Nathan seems to be so pressured to the extent that hecan't fight back..."

Colin laughed. "Ms. Smith, you're wrong!”

"This is the General's fighting style. He likes to observe his opponent's skill first before defeatingthem."

What in the world?

Penny was about to continue asking when the tide of the battle began to turn.

In truth, Nathan wanted to test the skills of this man who ranked 20th on the Leaderboard of Battlegods, so that he could benchmark the standards of the elites within the North Army against those oninternational stage.

However, after a couple of tests, he felt disappointed.

The skills of the 20th-ranked man who was known as God's Champion were nothing to shout about.

Finally, he snorted, "Time to stop fooling around!"

With that, he leaped into the air and raised his leg, preparing for a devastating flying kick.

The timing of his kick was impeccable.

He had chosen the precise moment when

Roland was in between attacks.

The speed of his kick was as swift as lightning- it was so fast that it was impossible for Roland tododge.

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