Salute to the General novel Chapter 1637

“Your coffin is ready for you, you big brute. So just die.”

Ghoul started growling the moment the bell rang out, lunging forward and reaching his clawed hands for Colin's neck, trying to rip out his vocal cords.

Ghoul moved so fast that most of the audience's eyes couldn't even keep up with his movements, seeing only a shadow pounce towards Colin.

Hagen and his followers all let out raucous cheers.

Cheryl and her group let out gasps of shock.

Even Kylie was on the edge of her seat, fearing that Colin would end up as Warhound had ended up.

Only Nathan still looked completely at ease, apparently fully confident in his bodyguard.

Colin stood unmoving, waiting until the very last second when Ghoul's hand was just about to touch his neck, before grasping Ghoul's wrist with lightning speed.

Ghoul's hand was forcibly stopped midair, his sharp nails mere centimeters from scratching Colin's skin. However, he could move no further than that, and Colin clearly had the edge now.

Ghoul's eyes widened.

He barely had the time to blink when Colin used his right hand to break Ghoul's arm into two pieces.

“Ah!”

Ghoul cried out in agony, enduring the pain as he made a kick towards Colin's torso.

Raising a hand, Colin grabbed ahold of Ghoul's ankle. With a tug, he sent Ghoul flying out of the ring.

Ghoul crashed onto the floor right in front of Cheryl and group, hissing like a dog that had been kicked.

Nathan furrowed his eyes slightly, calling out to Colin from below the platform, “Keep the fighting within the ring. What'd you throw the mutt down for? What if he bites someone?”

Ghoul's emotions were already a dangerous cocktail of shock and anger from having his arm broken and from being thrown out of the ring.

Nathan's words ignited the raging fire within him instantaneously. He saw red and his expression was completely twisted in fury, like a wounded,

feral animal.

“You nag like an old grandma. I'm gonna kill you first.”

Screaming, Ghoul pounced towards Nathan.