"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 was highly 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 encountered anyone 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 Nathan swiftly.
However, his confident swing was easily dodged by his opponent.
I'm up against someone strong!
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.
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