Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3267

The soldier named Andrew's face changed upon hearing Wolfric's words. Nathan frowned slightly and asked coldly, “Wolfric, what do you mean? If your man loses, he will be shot! Then if my man wins, wouldn't it mean I have his blood on my hands? If you are doing like this, I refuse to compete with you.”

Wolfric noticed that the way people around him looked at him was a bit different. He chuckled and said, “Haha, don't take it seriously. I was just joking earlier.”

After saying that, he turned to Andrew, lowering his voice, and said, “You'd better win.”

Andrew gritted his teeth. “Understood, Admiral Welz.”

At that moment, Andrew's opponent emerged, a tall and skinny bounty hunter with no name, known only by a code, Fiver. Fiver had a machete hanging from his waist, and his right palm had developed thick calluses. Obviously, he was not as frail as he looked, but rather an expert in using a knife. It was a pity that the competition was about hand-to-hand combat, and weapons were not allowed to use. Fiver took off his weapon and looked at Andrew, who was taller than him, saying solemnly, “Let's fight.” Andrew responded, “Okay!” In an instant, Fiver pounced like a nimble wild wolf. Andrew also roared furiously, rushing out like a ferocious tiger.

As soon as the two met, they started an intense battle. Andrew was from a military background. He had flexible and powerful movements, relying entirely on strength and speed to win. Although Fiver's physique and explosive power were not as strong as Andrew's, his rich combat experience made it difficult to determine the winner as they exchanged blows and locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle. Soon, both of them were covered in blood from head to toe, but neither would admit defeat. Instead, they seemed out of control, and the battle became even more intense.

At last, before Andrew was on the verge of falling, he relied on his immense physical advantage and mustered all his strength to throw a punch, striking Fiver right in the face. Then, Fiver fell to the ground instantly and passed out unconscious. Andrew was covered in blood and staggered, raising his left fist, signifying that he had won. To the audience's surprise, the battle turned out to be incredibly intense, leaving a momentarily dead silent on the scene.

Wolfric was the first to react. He beamed with joy, showing a smug smile as he cheered and applauded. It was just that the War Gods from various countries present at the scene had already figured it out by that time. The warriors Nathan hired were not just a motley crew but truly possessed combat capabilities. Otherwise, they would not have locked in such a closely matched battle with Wolfric's Ariarican soldiers. Wolfric managed to win a round, and he regained his previous confidence. He said to Nathan with a cocky expression, “Nathan, it's one-to-one now. The final round will determine the winner.”