Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3827

Nathan's eyes, once clouded by the effects of alcohol, now gleamed with a sharp, deadly clarity.

Bang!

With a swift motion, he brought his hand down hard onto the table in front of him, instantly shattering it into fragments.

A fluid sweep of his sleeve followed, generating a gust that roared like thunder.

Woosh!

The shattered pieces of the table were propelled with deadly force, transforming into a storm of lethal projectiles hurtling towards his attackers.

Leading the assault were the formidable super-soldiers from Ariarica, known for their resilience against conventional weapons. Yet, they stood no chance against the wooden shrapnel unleashed by Nathan.

They were pierced and wounded, their screams filling the air as they collapsed one by one. Nathan had effectively neutralized the first wave of attackers with this strategic move.

Almost immediately, a figure dashed towards Nathan with lightning speed. It was Faraq, with whom Nathan had just shared a parting drink.

Consumed by fury, Faraq hurled a punch towards Nathan, his fist tearing through the air like a meteor aimed straight for Nathan's chest.

This was the brutal reality of their conflict; it was a matter of life and death, with no room for sentiment or mercy.

Nathan countered with a punch of his own, meeting Faraq's attack head-on. Their fists collided with a thunderous impact.

Boom!

Nathan stood unyielding, while Faraq's right arm was utterly shattered by the force of Nathan's blow.

Like a tree struck by lightning, Faraq was flung backward, landing with a crash and coughing up blood.

His labored breathing indicated his dire condition; his survival seemed unlikely.

Nathan had just defeated a powerful adversary, only to find himself immediately besieged by even more formidable foes.

In the midst of this chaos, sharpshooters stationed at a distance began targeting Nathan. With their lightweight sniper rifles, they took aim and fired continuously.

Nathan, however, moved with agility and speed, his form elusive and almost ghost-like as he evaded the incoming bullets. He navigated through the enemy ranks, striking with the speed and force of thunder. One after another, the Adrunian elites fell, overcome by his swift and devastating blows.

Katherine, rapier in hand, advanced towards Nathan, only to have her weapon effortlessly shattered by a single palm strike.