Several seconds later, Mitchell snapped back to his senses. He gave Nathan an appraising look as if he were seeing the other man for the first time.
"Damn punk, no wonder you managed to injure Fip. Turns out you have some skills! So you defeated one of my Four Guardians. Can you beat the other three as well? Can you win against the one hundred men after them?"
Here, he ordered the other Guardians, "The three of you get him together. Cripple him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Guardians exchanged glances before lunging toward Nathan simultaneously.
Snorting, Nathan walked forward to meet them.
"Die!" Ox roared as he swung his right fist at Nathan.
Lifting his left hand, Nathan easily grabbed the huge fist and stopped him in its track.
What?
Ox's eyes widened in disbelief.
Tightening his grip on Ox's fist so he could not escape, Nathan's right fist bashed into the massive man's face.
Bam!
Like a sledgehammer, that punch broke all the bones in Ox's face, and blood sprayed out.
Ox crashed to the floor like a felled tree.
In the meantime, Roc had made his way closer to Nathan.
Lowering his head, he charged toward Nathan like a bull.
Nathan did not avoid his attack. Instead, he took a step to the side and lowered his shoulder. When Roc neared him, he rammed his shoulder into the other man's chest.
Thump!
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