Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3407

Colors drained from Havik's face as he realized Nathan had blocked his escape route. “I'll fight you to the end.”

As his words fell, he brandished his sword and dashed at Nathan.

Nathan did not dodge or hide. Instead, he faced the attack head-on.

Suddenly, a finely crafted dagger slid out from the sleeve of Nathan's shirt, landing gracefully in his hand.

The dagger was none other than Snowsphere.

Nathan, clutching that small dagger, engaged in a fight with Havik, who wielded a claymore.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dagger and the claymore clashed continuously, creating a series of sharp, thunderous booms, intimidating everyone present.

As the weapons slammed against one another, gusts of wind were also generated and shot out in all directions, like bullets flying wildly. Those gusts pockmarked the surrounding walls, terrifying Francis and the others and prompting them to hide.

Havik grew more alarmed as the fight dragged on.

At that moment, Nathan was relaxed and composed, handling the situation with ease. It was clear that he hadn't yet unleashed his true strength.

Havik figured that without pulling out all the stops, escaping from that place that day might be impossible.

With no other choice, he no longer reserved any strength, mobilizing all the strength within his body and unleashing his trump card.

“Sacred Lotus Blossom!” Following his roar, Havik's aura surged exponentially.

The claymore in his hand hummed and emitted waves of white light, transforming into a light sword.

The next second, he charged at Nathan like a gust of violent wind.

His light sword energy reached Nathan before he did.

The light emitted from the sword was exceptionally dazzling, appearing to the surrounding people as if it were a blooming sword lotus.

Nathan snorted. “Bells and whistles!”

After saying that, he strode forward, and with a raise of his hand, he swiftly swung his knife.

The dagger moved silently, seemingly unharmful. Nathan's techniques could not compare to the grandeur of Havik's maneuvers.

However, the tiny dagger carried an overwhelming force, causing even faint sounds of crackling explosions to echo in the air.

Havik felt a powerful surge of sword intent washing over him and instantly grew wary of the incoming attack.

But at that point, it was too late to change tactics. All that was left was to tough it out to the end.