The moment Devin's words left his mouth, a towering man who was close to six-foot-five with a muscular body grinned as he walked toward Nathan.
At the same time, a hundred of the Snyder Family's elite fighters roared and rushed toward the Eighteen Riders of the North with katanas in their hands.
Walters Shaw was born with supernatural strength, and he was like Hercules.
One punch from him could kill a buffalo, and one punch from him could also send someone's head flying.
Now, he was stomping toward Nathan. He raised his fist and swung it toward Nathan's head as he roared, "Die now!"
Whoosh!
Walters' fist toward Nathan's head had so much force in them that there was a strong gust of wind that followed.
"Alright!"
When the members of the Snyder Family saw Walters' strong blow, they could not help but cheer.
On the other hand, Sean and the rest were terrified for him.
Just as Walters' fist was a centimeter away from Nathan's face, Nathan moved and caught his fist without much effort.
My powerful punch is so easily intercepted by Nathan?
His eyes widened into plates with a look of disbelief.
The cheering crowd fell silent and was dumbfounded.
With his left hand stopping Walters' fist, Nathan calmly muttered, "You're not worthy to kill me."
With that said, he swung his leg toward Walters' head.
Thump!
It was followed by an explosive sound.
Walters' head exploded in white and red like a beaten watermelon. He collapsed onto the ground and died.
Gideon, Devin, and the others were stupefied by what had happened.
Even Jedediah could not help but frown as he looked more closely at Nathan this time.
After witnessing Nathan's fight with an elite from the Snyder Family, the Smiths could not help but feel joyous.
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