Salute To The General
Chapter 640 The Reputation Of Mr Brown

Chapter 640 The Reputation Of Mr Brown

After snapping the enemy's dagger into pieces, Nathan raised his hand once more.

In the next moment, all Thunderstorm felt was an invincible force approaching him like a tsunami.

Bang!

The next instant, Thunderstorm was sent flying in the air. The blood in his body curdled internally and

he spat out a mouthful of blood upon the impact.

With fearful eyes, he stared at Nathan Cross. He could not believe that he was injured so severely from

just a casual punch by Nathan Cross.

Oh my goodness. This man really is terrifying!

At the same time, Waves fished out a whip sword from his belt.

The Elite Eight retreated slightly at this. After which, he broke into a run. Lunging on his left foot, he

propelled himself into the air like an eagle.

The whip sword extended in his hands in the direction of Nathan's neck.

Nathan merely smiled and remarked, "You are pretty good, but you chose to work for an incompetent

man."

As he said this, he raised his right hand once more and pinched the whip sword between this index and

middle finger with ease.

What?

Waves was stupefied at this.

He wanted to move the whip sword to snap Nathan's fingers in half.

Unfortunately, Nathan exerted force through his fingers.

Crack! A loud snap could be heard.

Waves' whip sword snapped into pieces.

Once more, an unyielding force transmitted through the whip sword, passed through Waves' arms, and

impacted him right in the chest.

He could not help but let out a loud shriek in agony.

His body flew and he landed heavily on the ground. Blood spewed out of his mouth and it was obvious

that he was severely injured internally.

By then, the Elite Eight had surrounded them once more and took Thunderstorm and Waves into their

custody.

Far away, the battle between the followers of the Brown Family and the Eighteen Riders of the North

was about to come to an end too.

More than half of the followers and elites were wounded or dead.

The rest turned cowardly upon this, and one by one they ran away from the bloodbath. The formation

dispersed as the men ran in all directions for their lives.

The Eighteen Riders did not go after them either.

They chose to stop and focused their gaze on their leader, Tyson Brown. Their steeds continued to

blow out mists of air.

Tyson was already surprised when the Eighteen Shadow killers were defeated.

Now, more than half of the main army of the Brown Family was dead, with the rest running for their

lives. Waves and Thunderstorm fell in their hands too.

Tyson Brown finally understood what utter despair was.

His face was as pale as ash and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with fear

and desperation.

Nathan Cross walked over with Colin Dunne and the Elite Eight, who brought Waves and

Thunderstorm with them.

The Kirin spotted Nathan and raised its front hooves. With immense strength, it let out a loud and

powerful growl.

Jack was almost flipped over and quickly jumped off the horse.

After Jack got off, the Kirin immediately started to gallop towards Nathan.

"Neighhh!"

The Kirin ran over to Nathan and bowed its head obediently as it tried to nuzzle Nathan affectionately.

Jack and the seventeen riders quickly greeted him, "Greetings, sir!"

Hence, they only listened to his orders and regarded him as their master.

Nathan dismissed them calmly, "No need for the pleasantries, my men."

The eighteen of them looked at him in excitement as though they just saw their savior.

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