Salute To The General
Chapter 2215

Nathan looked at him calmly. "And you have got to watch your tongue. Give me that attitude again and you're getting it."

Ezra laughed. "Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're still the Commander-In-Chief of the North Army? You're nothing now. Why should I listen to you?

"As long as there are people, there will be feuds. And where there are feuds, the Blackwell clan will rule them all. Steely!"

A muscular man standing at more than six feet six showed up. He was crossing his arms, which were absurdly huge.

The man was Mortimer of the Blackwell clan, aka Steely. Mortimer was crossing his arms, glaring at Nathan and Penny evilly. He said, "I am here, Master Ezra. What is your order?"

Ezra smirked. "Since Nathan refuses to come back with us, then you might have to help him. Break his legs, and take him with us."

Mortimer grinned. "No problem."

He strode over to Nathan, and his ugly grin got wider as he slammed his fist at Nathan. There was enough power behind it to kill a bull, and Ezra and his gang were waiting gleefully for Nathan to scream in pain.

At the same time, Nathan countered Mortimer's punch with a punch as well, and when the punches came into contact, everyone could hear a sickening crunch coming from the center of the clash.

All the bones in Mortimer's right arm was smashed into pieces, and his arm bent out of shape, sticking out at unnatural angles.

Someone did scream in agony, but it was Mortimer. That clash rendered him unable to fight, and he retreated from the battlefield.

Ezra and his men stared in disbelief.

Mortimer was born with monstrous strength, and he could kill a bull with a single punch, but even so, Nathan managed to destroy Mortimer's right arm with a single punch. Obviously, Nathan was at least a few magnitudes higher than Mortimer in terms of strength alone.

Ezra stared at Nathan in shock. "I see. No wonder Destructo and Annihilator fell by your hands. You have some power, but that alone is not enough to go against us. Men, take him down!" Ezra's subordinates were about to gang up on Nathan, but then, someone said coldly, "I see, you're ganging up on him, huh? But do you really think the general has no helpers of his own?" Ezra and his men were shocked when they heard the voice, then they saw a muscular man coming over with eight burly men behind him.

It was none other than Colin and the Elite Eight. When Colin arrived, he first greeted Nathan, "Sir, leave these ignorant fools to us." Nathan nodded calmly. "Teach them a lesson and hand them back to the Blackwell clan. Tell them to keep a closer eye on their men." Colin answered, "Yes, Sir!"

Nathan and Penny went into the sedan and left slowly, as if they didn't care about the fight that was going to break out behind them. Ezra was furious that Nathan and Penny were about to leave just like that. "Hold it!

I didn't say you can leave! Men, stop their car!"

Ezra's men were about to stop the car, but Colin and the Elite Eight stood in their way.

Colin sneered. "Mr. Cross doesn't want to play with you guys, so why don't I take his place? Elite Eight, take these mongrels down!"

"Yes, Sir!" the Elite Eight answered at the same time, and they took one step forward together in perfect sync. There might only be eight of them, but they felt like an army.

After Ezra failed to stop Nathan and Penny from leaving, he flew into a rage and ordered his men, "Cripple these b*stards!"

"Charge!" All the Blackwell clan's disciples charged at Colin and the Elite Eight. When they clashed in the middle, the battle finally went underway.

The battle started and ended in mere moments. The Blackwell clan's disciples might be powerful fighters, but all of the Elite Eight members were King of Warriors and Colin was the Ultimate King of Warrior.

Even though the Blackwell clan's disciples were strong, they were no match for Colin and the Elite Eight. A moment later, Colin and his team had beaten every single one of the Blackwell clan's disciples into submission.

Ezra stared at his bloodied and fallen men in disbelief.