Salute To The General
Chapter 2220

Randall could also tell that Colin had exceptional powers. There was no way his subordinates could stand a chance against the latter. Unable to sit still any longer, he chided, "Such insolence, you ignorant fool! It seems like I should personally teach you a lesson."

Finishing his words, he raised his hand and swept the teacup off the table.

Like a cannonball, the cup whizzed through the air and flew in the direction of Colin.

Slightly startled, Colin raised his fist and slammed toward it, sending it shattering into pieces.

However, his right arm were numb from the collision.

Astonishment swarmed Colin on the inside. Eurasia, indeed, is filled with talented individuals everywhere. This man truly has the capabilities to hold the helm of the Blackwell clan's southern division!

Realizing that Randall's skills were slightly better, Colin dared not belittle him anymore and immediately had his guards up in preparation for a showdown. Similarly, Nathan knew that Randall did not fall short of Colin in terms of abilities. Even if Colin could win Randall, it was inevitable he would sustain injuries. Nathan casually said, "Randall, we've agreed for my men to take on all of your subordinates.

Why are you taking matters into your own hands now? if that is so, perhaps I should contest against you, to be fair."

Hearing that, Randall walked toward Nathan. "I usually replace it no fun to kill a nobody. But since you have a death wish, I'll fulfill it."

Nathan laughed. "I'd quite like to see it for myself if you have what it takes to call yourself a great Marshal."

Randall lifted his arm and clenched his fist tight.

The punch was so deadly as it cut through the air, leaving a whistling sound in the air.

"How interesting!"

As Nathan said that, he raised his fist as well.

Boom!

A loud rumble reverberated through the air as the two fists clashed.

Nathan's body remained glued to the spot, yet Randall stumbled a few meters backward.

The latter quickly steadied himself and exclaimed, "No wonder you're known as the God of War in Eurasia. You're an expert worthy of me putting in some serious effort." With that said, he got into the stance for Kirin's Fist.

At once, his aura underwent a drastic transformation. A dominating vibe emanated from his body and swept across the place.

His knees were slightly bent, with a strong resemblance to a beast recharging his powers.

Confusion engulfed the crowd as they cast their gazes at Randall. They could not believe that the man before them had turned into a ferocious and intimidating-looking beast.

But before long, they recovered from the daze. The man before their eyes was still Randall instead of that menacing beast in their hallucinations.

Many at the scene, including Easton, Ezra, and the disciples of the Blackwell clan, were ardent from watching the intense fight.

Colin and the Elite Eight exchanged glances. They were both silently shocked at the vast number of experts around them - previously a hypnotist, and now, Randall.

Solely based on how the intense outburst of energy Randall was exuding could affect the senses of the people around, it was enough to show that he was an Ancient Warrior of the Grandmaster level. Nathan stepped forward and threw a punch out.

Even though it was the most basic style used in the military and seemed like an unimpressive one, it gave off a threatening aura and caused the airwave to dissipate immediately.

What?

Randall's face fell. Without further ado, he moved his body swiftly.

Boom!

The ground below Randall's feet shattered into fragments upon impact. Like an aggressive beast, he lurched toward Nathan at lightning speed.

Their fists met.

Boom!

An explosive sound echoed through the air once again.

Randall's body convulsed awfully, as though he had been struck by lightning.

His body flew backward and crashed straight into the rosewood table in the hall, leaving it crushed into pieces.

Before the crowd could react, Nathan had followed relentlessly like a phantom shadow

and chased after Randall.

In no time, even before the latter could stand straight, Nathan came before him and threw a punch at him at full speed.

Randall's face twisted as he let out a shriek and raised both his arms to resist Nathan's punch.

Boom!

The impact left the bones in his arms crushed in an instant.

Left crouching on the ground, Randall was pallid and let out a groan. That was soon followed by him coughing a mouthful of fresh blood.

A deadly silence filled the atmosphere.

Ezra, Easton, and the disciples of the Blackwell clan's divisions were utterly dumbfounded by what just happened.

It was definitely out of their expectations to see Randall suffer a miserable defeat.