Tetsuo's face paled. “Attack! Take him out!” he screeched.
His men immediately charged at Nathan with their katanas.
Nathan remained unfazed and met them head-on.
Bang!
Nathan aimed a punch at the first Jetroinian man charging at him before he could even raise his katana.
His face became completely disfigured. He died on the spot before he could even scream in pain.
Nathan tore through his enemies with lightning moves. It was as if he was a wolf in the sheep pen.
His enemies fell to the ground wailing in pain wherever he went.
The men Tetsuo had hired by selling off all his properties were no match against Nathan.
The Jetroinians were considered one of the bravest races out there. They stepped on their comrades' corpses and continued to charge fearlessly at Nathan.
However, the remaining men finally cowered in fear when more than three hundred corpses were on the ground.
“This guy is the devil himself! It's impossible to take him out.”
“We can't win this fight...”
“Run!”
A few timid ones stared at Nathan in fear as they stumbled backward. In the end, they threw their weapons away, turned around, and ran for their lives.
The rest of them gave up and followed after them. After all, their lives depended on it.
Kristoff and Tetsuo were in shock.
It was only after the swordsmen started fleeing that they were jolted back to their senses.
Kristoff turned around instinctively and tried to run away as well.
However, Nathan's voice rang out from beside him. “The two of you better not move, or else I assure you you will regret it.”
Kristoff didn't dare move an inch. He had fear written all over his face.
On the other hand, Tetsuo was much braver.
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