Although Nathan was fighting alone against hundreds of elites, he defeated them without much effort.
Scout's subordinates were petrified when the number of casualties exceeded five hundred.
They unanimously took a few steps backward, prepared to beat a hasty retreat.
Finally, Scout rose to his feet. He knew it was time for him to counter Nathan's attack, or his subordinates might drop their weapons and flee the fighting.
He swept the wine glass off the table, sending it flying in Nathans direction, its momentum comparable to a cannonball.
It was a sneak attack, yet Nathan managed to dodge the flying wine glass with a slight tilt of his head.
The wine glass shattered into pieces upon hitting the wall, leaving a hole in the wall.
In a split second, Scout had approached Nathan.
He bellowed as he delivered a punch at Nathan.
The latter was quick to throw his fist at his attacker.
The two men's fists collided, producing a thunderous sound.
At the same time, the ground beneath them spiderwebbed with cracks.
Both Nathan and Scout's subordinates were taken aback by their power.
Scout only used fifty percent of his strength, yet his punch was equally matched as Nathan's.
Raising his brows, he mocked, “So this is what Eurasia's God of War has? It seems to me that you don't deserve the title.”
With a smirk, Nathan retorted, “Well, it looks like everyone has overestimated you.”
Hearing that, Scout hit the roof. He unleashed his full strength and launched a flurry of attacks against Nathan.
Be it the walls, the pillars, or the surrounding furniture, the objects within the vicinity of his attacks were all smashed into smithereens.
The destructive force of his strikes was huge.
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