The well-built man with eyes gleaming like stars was Eurasia's God of War, Nathan Cross.
Everyone was awe-struck.
Immediately after the revelation, the African warlord Mohamed ran over to Nathan and dropped his knees onto the ground.
With a pale expression and a trembling voice, he pleaded, "I apologize for being blind and not recognizing Eurasia's God of War himself. Please forgive my impudence."
Following Mohamed, McKevin too dropped to his knees. With a terrified voice, he begged, “I too didn't realize you were Eurasia's God of War. Please forgive my insolence."
The crowd looked at each other in utter disbelief.
The Japanese God of War, Do Honjun.
The African warlord, Mohamed.
The leader of the largest mercenary army in the world, McKevin.
All three of them were powerful figures in their own rights, and yet they all knelt down in front of Nathan.
Everyone in the crowd wished that they could enjoy a similarly glorious moment for once in their lifetime.
Meanwhile, July and his fellow arms dealers were filled with excitement. Fiddling their hands in glee, they exclaimed, "Unbelievable! Nathan is just awesome to have so many powerful men bow and submit to him!"
It was now obvious why Do Honjun respected Nathan so much.
Three years ago when Nathan singlehandedly slaughtered the Coalition Army, he had become the nightmare of powerful men everywhere.
The Leaderboard of Battle gods used to have more than a hundred people.
However, during the war three years ago, half of them died by Nathan's sword.
Do Honjun himself was so terrified that he had peed in his pants and fled the battlefield.
How could he not fear Nathan?
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