Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1604

Quirrell didn't stop there. Instead, he swooped over to Nathan again with a murderous look in his eyes.

The cars and concrete slabs around them had all been reduced to dust by Quirrell's fearsome power.

In fact, Quirrell had a lesser-known nickname —'the King of Destruction'. Wherever he went, he brought destruction.

The people around him gazed at him in shock. Even Colin and Kylie, who were rarely panicked, gazed anxiously at Nathan and were worried for his safety.

However, while Quirrell was forceful and violent, Nathan had the steadiness of a mountain to counter him.

Quirrell had thrown out ten blows in a row. However, not only had he been unable to bring Nathan down, but he had barely been able to touch Nathan at all.

This made Quirrell a little stunned. Evidently, Nathan's appointment as the God of War had not been an accident.

Just as he had finished landing those blows on Nathan, Nathan spoke up.

“Well, you've had your chance. It's my turn now.”

“I'll take you down in one strike!”

Nathan's time of avoidance was over—it was time for him to attack. As he crouched in an aggressive stance, he started to look more fearsome than he did before.

Nathan leaped forward, his hand clenched in a

fist.

It was the first move they learned in military combat class—the Lightning Strike!

Nathan had developed this move from his years of experience on the battlefield—it incorporated the fighting skills taught in the army, as well as the Assassin Boxing Method, which he had come up with himself.

Nathan thrust his fist towards Quirrell, a horribly dark look on his face.

As his fist whizzed through the air, the surrounding air seemed to part. There was even a distinct crackling sound not unlike the noise produced by a clap of lightning as it whizzed through the sky.

Meanwhile, Quirrell's expression changed.

He could feel distinctly that Nathan's punch packed the power of a thousand bolts of lightning. For some reason, Quirrell had the sense that he was being charged at by an entire battalion of soldiers and horses.

As Nathan got closer to him, Quirrell felt all the heat drain out of him, as though he had suddenly been dunked in an ice bath. Even breathing became a little difficult.

Even as he tried to control his fear, he couldn't help but marvel at Nathan's fighting skills. How strong!

For some reason, Quirrell felt like turning around and fleeing.