Salute to the General novel Chapter 2113

Tyron's heart was racing immensely as his instincts were warning him against the power of Nathan's punch. Simultaneously, an ominous premonition was creeping into his mind.

He shrieked as he strained all his strengths and raised both his arms to resist this dreadful punch from Nathan.

Boom!

Nathan's fist shot over like a cannonball.

Crack! Crack!

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking rang across the place. The crushing punch of Nathan had fractured both of Tyron's arms.

Followed immediately by that, his fist thumped on Tyron's chest.

Bang!

Tyron's chest sank deeply into its cavity. Spewing a mouthful of blood, Tyron was flung backward like a kite with a broken string.

Thump!

Falling heavily on the ground, Tyron's face was exceedingly pale and there was only a dying breath remaining in him. From his mouth and nostrils, blood was gushing out and it seemed that he was on his way out.

Opening his bloodshot eyes, he glared at Nathan and stuttered with difficulty, “You... You are so powerful... Tell me, how much strength did you exert on this blow to kill me?”

“Ten percent.” Nathan answered imperturbably.

Only ten percent?

Tyron stared at Nathan incredulously and then, his head drooped to the side as his chest stilled forever.

Nonetheless, even though this man had died, his eyes were wide open, marking his frank dubiety of the God of War's indomitable prowess.

Around them.

Colin and the Elite Eight were still fighting with the Daviers Draconians.

Most of the Daviers Draconians were retired Draconians before they worked for the Daviers. They had been persuaded by Tyron to join him in serving the Davier family.

Others were personally picked and trained by Tyron to become experts in combat.

These Draconians from the Davier family had remarkable combat skills which would even enable them to outplay ordinary special forces.

However, it was a pity their opponents that day were Colin and the Elite Eight.