What?
Everyone's expressions changed slightly upon hearing Nathan's words.
In fact, many of Swoosh Entertainment's employees and artists were initially thrilled to see Nathan show up.
But when they realized he had come with only one subordinate, their hearts sank.
Fabian was no ordinary fighter and extremely ruthless.
Having only brought one man along, Nathan didn't look like he was any match for Fabian at all.
Yet, he had just ordered Fabian to kneel. Now that he's mad, everyone's going to suffer!
Fabian stared at Nathan with narrowed eyes.
His expression no longer appeared lighthearted. Instead, he now looked much more serious.
He knew that the man standing in front of him was Ares of the North.
Fabian had trained under Quince ever since he was a child.
However, he continued to stay with his master in the mountains all this while and never had the chance to exhibit his strength.
His blood began to boil with excitement at the thought of being able to go up against Ares of the North.
I'd be the next legend if I kill the God of War.
Fabian pushed the two female artists aside, stood up, and remarked coldly, "What a coincidence. I was about to say the exact same words to you. I'll leave your body in one piece if you bow down and accept your fate."
Nathan's eyes turned cold. He moved at once, not bothering to waste any more time chatting away.
Fabian felt his eyes blur for a moment before realizing that Nathan was already right in front of him. He was extremely shocked by the latter's speed.
With a scowl on his face, he threw a punch at Nathan with a roar. "Die!"
The fist was as quick and powerful as an asteroid.
Nathan scoffed and threw a punch as well.
Bam!
The two fists collided, making a thunderous noise.
Crack!
Fabian's right arm instantly broke and the back of his hand swelled up.
"Arghhh!"
He couldn't help but scream in pain.
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