Salute To The General
Chapter 2112

Chapter 2112

The corner of Tyron's only eye twitched. He was visibly enraged and indignant.

Nathan said dully, "Tyron, I don't want to involve other parties and ordinary soldiers into the conflict between me and the Daviers, not to mention letting them sacrifice for me. The guards at this military prison are innocent. I don't want to see any of them killed. I guess you don't want to peeve the Chief Military Officer either by murdering these soldiers. So why don't we make it this way? We'll do without any weapons and Major-General Long will stay neutral. These few men of mine and I will join in this unarmed combat to fight with you and your few hundred subordinates. How about that?" With only Colin and the Elite Eight, he's trying to fight with the few hundreds of us from the Daviers Draconians in unarmed combat and

without any help from Will?

Tyron's lips curled up into an evil grin. What a bargain! This conceited brat, Nathan actually forbids Will from helping him and is trying to confront the Daviers Draconians with his few men?

Tyron snickered. "Since you want to die so badly, I'll be sure to see you off. We'll do it just as you said. Both parties remove the shell casing of your guns and no one is allowed to use any weapon. Major-General Long and his men shall stay neutral and out of this combat without interfering. We, the Daviers Draconians will have a showdown with you, Nathan."

Nathan didn't want the guards of the Oxen Prison to sacrifice for him and neither did Tyron want to antagonize the Chief Military Governor by killing the soldiers.

In such a situation where both parties had their own qualms and concerns, an agreement was soon achieved. They would settle their dispute in the most primitive way, that is, to fight with their fists and feet.

Very soon, everyone had removed the shell casing from their weapons and put them away.

Will refused to stay neutral initially but as Nathan shot him daggers, he could only obey Nathan and led his men together with the guards of the Oxen Prison to the side and be the onlookers.

Tyron stretched his neck and back a few times and turned to look at Nathan with his only eye as he smirked viciously. "I've always heard that the God of War in the North was potent but I've never had the chance to exchange moves with you. Today is the day for me to butcher a god and end the legend of the North."

Nathan replied placidly, “Since you've been one of the Draconians, if you're willing to surrender yourself now and accept the punishment for your offenses, I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."

Tyron was furious. "You're giving me a chance? Sorry, but I'm not interested in leaving you with any chance. I just want to see you doomed." Nathan replied, "I've given you a shot but you're ignorant. Don't blame anyone for this."

In response, Tyron yelled, "Get them now!"

As soon as his order was given, the fighters behind him roared and dashed toward Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight in a flash.

Even before Nathan could give any commands, Colin and the Elite Eight stepped forward in unison. "Strike!"

Their moves were synchronized and

their voices were in concert. Their murderous aura was skyrocketing which brought about a vibe similar to that of an army of thousands of soldiers and cavalry.

As the combat began, both sides entered into a violent and aggressive confrontation.

Tyron strode toward Nathan. And Nathan's eyes fixated on Tyron as well.

All their subordinates tacitly left both Nathan and Tyron out when they attacked.

Tyron seemed lento in his moves

but he was very agile in reality. He soon came before Nathan and cracked his mouth into a wicked slit. "God of War from the North, prepare to die!"

Nathan replied very calmly, "I'll only make one move. It's a fluke if you're able to endure it."

With that, Nathan raised his fist.

The punch seemed innocuous and there was nothing impressive or outstanding about it.

Nevertheless, even before Nathan's fist came close, a vigorous gust of wind driven by his fist had already reached.

It was a terribly compelling force that caused the muscle on Tyron's face to undulate like a rippled surface of a pond.

Tyroneel his face hurting as could

it was being rubbed against by the

force coming from Nathan's fiel. 70

was appallingly confounded.

Gosh! This punch is intensely horrifying.