Salute To The General
Chapter 1973

Chapter 1973

The edges of Rax's lips curved upwards as he beamed. "Who will behead the b*stard's head on my behalf?"

As soon as Rax spoke, a burly middle-aged man pushed his way through the crowd to answer his question. "This brat killed my nephew, sir. Let me help you avenge him," the man said darkly.

This well-built man was none other than one of Rax's sworn brothers - Charlington.

Charlington was a famed soldier in Brimmopolis. Twenty years ago, he served as a martial arts coach for over two hundred thousand warriors in the Capital Garrison.

After he committed a grave mistake, he was expelled from the army.

Charlington owed his peaceful lifestyle to Rax's generosity and help.

When he caught wind of Sherman's murder, he rushed to Rax's aid immediately. Charlington was determined to get revenge for Sherman.

Right now, he was the first volunteer to kill Nathan.

Before Rax could reply, another middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd. He had a short stature, tan skin, and a chubby face. "My brothers, let me get revenge for Sherman instead!" The man shouted.

Although this man did not have pleasant features, he was not someone to be underestimated.

He was another one of Rax's sworn brothers -Elvis.

Elvis was born and raised in a family of martial artists. He had a passion for martial arts since he was young and trained his physical form to the peak of excellence. In the past twenty years ago, he managed to defeat countless opponents with his strength. This amazing achievement earned him the nickname of Grand Master due to his invulnerability.

When Rax saw the undying loyalty of his two sworn brothers, he couldn't help but smile gratefully as they asked to get revenge for his son. "I am grateful to both of you for your devotion."

"Yet, why should you waste your energy on such an insignificant task? This task should be left for someone else.

When Rax finished speaking, he turned to Cruel Blade and the Eight Heavenly Warlords. "Cruel Blade, you and your comrades are the sources of my strength. Which one of you will be brave enough to help me kill Nathan and avenge my son?" He asked them calmly.

Cruel Blade and his comrades could not muster a reply to Rax's question. They were part of the Mighty Twelve Warlords under Rax's rule.

Although they were a formidable group that feared nothing, Nathan would be their opponent tonight!

The unfortunate deaths of the

warlords - Pathol, Morgoth, Maha,

and Liber upon their arrival in

Channing came as a shock. Jusmet

two days ago, Kelvin also met Kis demise. They were spooked by the deaths of their comrades,

When they fought against Kelvin, even the proud Cruel Blade and warlords would be humbled by his powers.

If Kelvin was no match against Nathan, how could they defeat Nathan alone? Under the intense scrutiny of Might Rax, they couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Cruel Blade and the eight warlords stammered profusely. At the same time, none of them dared to step forward.

Anger began to simmer in Rax's eyes when he saw their reluctance. Just as Rax was about to explode furiously, Nathan called out sarcastically. "Rax, why must you humiliate your subordinates?"

Nathan's mocking towards Rax was an indirect challenge to his subordinates as well.

When Cruel Blade and the eight warlords saw Mr. Goldstein's displeasure, they felt anxious and were desperate to prove their loyalty. Furthermore, Nathan's jeering had provoked their ego.

Cruel Blade was the first one to step out. "As the Mighty Bax's subordinate, I volunteer to challenge the General," he said coldly.

After Cruel Blade's proclamation,

another man came forward. He was as skinny as a stick and had a pale complexion. Despite his sickly

demeanor, he had a sharp and

cunning gleam in his eyes. “I, Skeleton, volunteer to fight the General as Mighty Bax's,

subordinate," he said solemnly.

"I, Morax, volunteer to challenge the General!"

“I, Green Ox, volunteer to challenge the General!"

One by one, the Eight Heavenly Warlords snapped to attention and volunteered to fight

Nathan.

The troops of the Goldstein family were encouraged at the sight of their bravery and yelled enthusiastically as a sign of support.

Back on Nathan's side, his troops were dressed in black and concealed their faces behind a mask. Tonight, each warrior was equipped with only one sword.

They stood firmly on their spots

without a single noise. The solid formation created the imagery of a

group of silent beasts and emitted an intimidating pressure on their opponents.