The moment Lothar realized mental attacks didn't work on Nathan anymore, the former changed his fighting style.
His body moved swiftly, disappearing like a phantom as he closed in on Nathan. Raising his palm, he struck Nathan with a deceptively gentle attack.
Nathan remained standing at the same spot. It seemed that he intended to receive his opponent's attack straight on without dodging.
Bam!
Lothar's palm hit squarely on Nathan's chest.
Nathan's body trembled.
And in the next second, a giant palm-shaped hole appeared on the wall dozens of meters behind Nathan with a loud rumbling sound.
Immediately afterward, Lothar weightlessly leaped backward with a smile creeping up his face. “After this hit, you will die—”
Initially, Lothar wanted to say that Nathan would certainly die after receiving his palm strike.
However, before he could finish, his words came to an abrupt halt.
To his surprise, he found that Nathan was standing perfectly fine with only a little blood on the corner of his mouth.
His breathing was somewhat regular, too.
Although he was hurt, he was far from dying.
This time, even Lothar was astonished.
What a strong will to live!
Is this the iron will and sturdy body honed from the depths of war?
Spit!
Nathan spat a mouthful of blood next to his foot before saying,” This is the second strike.”
Lothar frowned.
The elites of Heavenly City exchanged glances.
The God of War really lives up to his name. He managed to withstand two of the Allfather's strikes wholly without dodging or falling.
At the side, Colin was so anxious that sweat beaded all over his head. He desperately wished he could take Nathan's place and bear the opponent's blows.
Kerry, on the other hand, tightened her fists, and worry was evident on her face. She was afraid that Nathan would collapse.
Meanwhile, Sevan seemed as if he had recalled something.
He was staring angrily at Lothar with murderous intent and hatred evident in his eyes.
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