Salute To The General
Chapter 3377 The Duel

Thomas stared coldly at Black Mamba, his voice icy as he asked, "Have you had your fill of laughter? If you're done, prepare to meet your end."

Black Mamba initially didn't have much confidence before knowing who his opponent was.

Upon realizing that his opponent was merely a one-armed man, he couldn't help rejoicing at that. It boosted his confidence significantly.

He had fought and defeated countless underground boxing champions across various continents.

In Black Mamba's eyes, a one-armed general like Thomas was nothing more than a handicap. He wouldn't live up to his reputation if he failed to defeat a disabled man.

He wasn't angered by Thomas' challenging tone, and his laughter grew even louder,

"There's no need to rush. I've always been respectful towards people with disabilities, never belittling them. Don't worry. When the duel begins, I'll let you start with the first three moves for fairness' sake. I'm sincere enough, aren't I, my disabled brother?" Thomas said indifferently, "I've seen plenty of cocky individuals meet a tragic demise. Likewise, those on their deathbeds too. But you're the first I've seen smiling so happily before their death." Upon hearing this, Black Mamba's haughty expression stiffened.

He was ticked off. "These are some lofty claims. I heard you're Eurasian. Don't tell me you used to follow Nathan, God of War?"

Thomas lifted his face. "That's right! I had the honor of serving as a foot soldier under Mr. Cross."

Black Mamba worried that Thomas was either an old subordinate or a favorite general of Nathan's. Therefore, he deliberately posed this question to determine Thomas' background and origins.

If he was revealed to be a former favorite general of Nathan, then he should show mercy. It would be enough to defeat Thomas without taking his life. After all, he did not intend to offend Nathan by doing away with those under him.

However, if Thomas didn't have a direct connection with Nathan, there was no need to show mercy. He would dispatch him straightaway to flaunt his skills before Prince Senna. This would also serve as a stepping stone for him to claim credit in the future. At this point, it seemed like Thomas was nothing more than a mere foot soldier under Nathan's command in the past.

He immediately brushed it off.

Nathan was once the Commander-In-Chief of the North Army and is now the current Chief Military Governor. Hence, all the nation's troops were under his command.

There wasn't a single soldier who did not report to Nathan.

Since Thomas and Nathan weren't directly associated, there was no need for scruples when it came to finishing Thomas off.

Black Mamba chuckled coldly, "So you've served under Mr. Cross before. No wonder you're so full of yourself. I'm curious to see whether you've picked up any skill of Nathan's since you've adopted his pridefulness?"

Thomas chuckled lightly. "I could hardly grasp even a fraction of M. Cross's deep wealth of knowledge in my lifetime. Despite that, learning only one of his skills is more than enough to take you down."

Black Mamba snapped, "How impudent! Come on! I'll let you begin with the first three attacks. Then watch how I decimate you."

"You're too full of yourself. Well, I'll show you just how much I'm capable of." Thomas sneered.

With that, his body snapped to action. He executed the Military Punch taught by Nathan, the simplest move known as the striding move forward punch. Although Thomas leveled a punch with his left arm, he did not use his right arm to keep his body balanced.

Even so, it still carried a great deal of force.

The fist was accompanied by a wicked wind that came whistling through.

While Black Mamba had repeatedly insisted on letting Thomas have the first three moves, his expression changed once Thomas threw in his punch.

One would know whether a supposed expert is the real deal once they sprang to action.

From the terrifying roar of Thomas's punch alone, Black Mamba could tell that it possessed an extremely explosive power.

Before Thomas' fist could even get close, his fist aura had preceded it.

The razor-sharp fist aura scraped against Black Mamba's cheek painfully.

The self-assuredness in his eyes was long gone, and in its place was a look of terror.

In the heat of the moment, he disregarded his promise to let Thomas, make the first three moves. He quickly raised his fist and threw a punch, meeting force with force.

Their fists collided fiercely, emitting a dull thud that sent shivers down one's spine. Immediately after, both Thomas and Black Mamba stumbled several steps back. The result of the fierce fistfight was surprisingly a draw.