“Let's gang up on him!” one of the assassins from the Gates of Hell shouted.
In an instant, all of the assassins rushed toward Nathan, their eyes red with blood lust, like Sending hounds lunging at their prey.
Nevertheless, Nathan was unfazed and met the charge head-on.
Swoosh!
He rammed into an enemy's chest, immediately fracturing every bit of the man's bones before sending the distorted figure flying backward.
Nathan was like a monster among the beasts, felling anyone in his path as horrid screams filled the air.
Outside the club, a huge army quietly gathered.
Every single one of the soldiers was fully equipped as they hopped off the convoy and quickly assembled.
Colin and Ava showed up as well, with a few of the Elite Eight tagging along.
Soon, two thousand elite soldiers from the Channing military district were ready and waiting.
A major approached and stood before Colin and Ava. “Sir, the assembly is complete. Do we break in right now and assist the general?” the major said after he saluted.
“According to the scout, General Cross is already in battle with the Gates of Hell,” Colin said calmly.
He continued, “The men from the Gates of Hell don't use firearms, so there's no need for us to rush in. Let's give General Cross some time to flex around and vent his anger.”
The major was stunned when he heard that but snapped out of it quickly after. “Yes, sir!”
Back in the hall, the fight between Nathan and the Gates of Hell had reached peak intensity.
Nathan's movements were brutally simple yet effective. Someone would collapse every time he swung his fist or landed a kick.
Even though the Gates of Hell had the number's advantage, Nathan was still dismantling them like it was nothing.
Before long, more than a hundred men had fallen.
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