After a dozen exchanges of attacks, one of Nathan's attacks struck Lothar's left cheek.
In that split second, Lothar closed in on Nathan and pounded him heavily in the chest with his elbow.
Nathan stumbled, staggered a few steps backward, and coughed out another mouthful of blood.
Lothar was still enraged at being bested. He lifted his hand gracelessly to touch the corner of his lip where Nathan's blow had hit.
It was only then that he discovered that he was bleeding.
The elites of Heavenly City gazed at one another, completely dumbfounded.
The supreme Allfather was actually bleeding.
The invincible impression they had of Lothar crumbled.
Nathan felt a fiery sting in his chest where he was just hit.
He hadn't been injured in a long time.
Therefore, he had to admit that Lothar was the most formidable opponent he had ever faced in his life thus far.
However, the pain didn't wear Nathan out. Instead, it made him ecstatic as he experienced the sublime pleasure of pushing himself to his limit.
The battle spirit within his soul began burning, and he yearned for more.
He straightened himself gradually and bit out coldly, “Bring it!”
After that, he dashed toward Lothar and appeared right before the latter before he could react.
Nathan's battered body did not slow him down in the slightest and seemed to produce the opposite effect of spurring him forward.
Lothar was thoroughly ticked off and immediately engaged in battle.
In truth, he was a better fighter than Nathan.
In spite of that, Nathan's fighting style unnerved him.
Nathan disregarded his injuries and was only focused on destroying Lothar at the expense of his own body.
Usually, Lothar rarely broke a sweat when dealing with his opponents and would often take them down without even having to lift his finger.
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