Salute To The General
Chapter 3319 I Overestimated Myself

"Draw your weapon!" Verhand said in a deep voice.

When Yelchin fought against Nathan earlier, Yelchin also asked Nathan to draw his sword, but Nathan had disdainfully said that it wasn't necessary. However, this time, Nathan didn't overestimate himself. It could be considered as giving his opponent enough respect. He slowly drew his longsword from his waist, the blade tip slanted towards the ground, and calmly said, "Come!" Verhand didn't show any courtesy towards Nathan. His figure swiftly moved, leaving behind multiple overlapping afterimages as he lunged toward Nathan. Even before he reached Nathan, the Bloodlust Sword in Yelchin's hand had already unleashed a sword mist slashing toward Nathan. Nathan took a step forward, his sword held up.

Clang!

A resounding thunderous sound echoed through the scene, intimidating everyone present.

As the swords clashed, a wave of energy emerged, spreading outwards towards the surroundings. Startled, the vampires and humans instinctively crouched down to avoid it. Those who couldn't dodge in time had their heads severed by force, becoming headless corpses, dying a tragic death on the spot. Even the trees around them were severed at their trunks by the sword's energy.

Only Gregg, Joshua, and Max, a few King-Class vampires, could stand at the forefront without moving an inch, directly confronting the approaching wave of energy. When it reached them, the immensely powerful wave of energy seemed to encounter an invisible formidable force, melting away instantly like snow meeting sunlight. Gregg stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the battle between Nathan and Verhand, his usually calm demeanor showing rare signs of nervousness. Joshua and Max also watched attentively.

Verhand was one of the vampire princes, even known as the Vampire Sword God. He hadn't personally made a move for a very long time. Gregg and the others were all hoping that Verhand could put an end to Nathan's legend and slay their strongest enemy among the vampires.

Verhand truly lived up to his reputation as the Vampire Sword God. Neither side gained the upper hand in the past thirty rounds of fighting with Nathan. Their figures moved like ghosts, their swords swift as the wind and lightning. Every clash of their blades accompanied a resounding explosion that echoed through the area. It left the vampires and humans present in awe.

Even the vast vampire army and the human alliance on the east-west plain beneath the mountains were shocked as they watched the thunderous roars coming from the mountaintop. The warriors from both sides held their breath, gazing at the mountaintop as if mortal beings were looking up to a battle between gods. Unbeknownst to them, Nathan and Verhand had already fought for nearly a hundred moves. At the hundredth move, Nathan finally forced Verhand into revealing a flaw. He uttered a low shout, "Thunderstrike!" Swish!

Nathan's sword transformed into a winding streak of electric light, slashing toward Verhand's chest.

Just as it seemed that Verhand would be cleaved in two by Nathan, his strength became evident. At the moment of life and death, he reacted swiftly and managed to block the attack with his sword. As a result, Nathan's sword only left a shallow cut on Verhand's chest. When Nathan's blade grazed Verhand, a powerful aura burst out from within him, forcefully pushing Nathan back. Nathan slid back several meters before forcefully stabilizing his posture. Looking up at Verhand again, he was surprised to see Verhand had already assumed his battle form.

Verhand now stood taller, with skin resembling aged tree bark, covered in brown age spots and deeply wrinkled. His face appeared extremely worn and aged, with sagging bags under his eyes that were three centimeters long. His cheekbones were high, eye sockets deep, but his eyes gleamed crimson, emitting an alluring red light.

Behind him, a pair of massive red bone wings slowly flapped. At this moment, he appeared ferocious and majestic, like a demon that emerged from ancient times. Verhand lowered his head, gazing at the shallow wound on his chest, and sighed softly, "I wanted to see if I could defeat you without assuming my battle form. It seems I underestimated you."