Nathan merely smiled.
This old geezer seems courteous, but he's actually pretty stubborn. Well, if it were someone else other than me who had pissed the Reclusive Families off, they'd probably have to die by Theron's hands.
The man had long wanted to crush the four Reclusive Families and now knew he had to defeat Theron in order to shake these households.
At the thought of that, Nathan's gaze grew even more stern, his eyes looked as if they had been set ablaze.
“Bring it on,” he declared with a wave of his hand.
As an elder, Theron had initially wanted to let the younger man go first.
Yet, he didn't expect Nathan to challenge him head-on like that.
A look of contempt flashed in his eyes as he stepped forward, determined not to hold back anymore.
“First up, Tidal Punch!”
The punch was neither slow nor fast.
Nathan could see Theron's fist approaching him slowly, but there was also a terrifying force accompanying it.
Suddenly, the sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard everywhere.
Members of the Reclusive Families burned with anticipation, whereas Colin and Cheryl held their breaths nervously while observing the battle.
Nathan's combat style remained the same—simple yet brutal.
He took a step forward and threw a punch.
As he did so, what seemed like a regular punch began to distort the air around them, indicating the sheer force it carried.
Their fists met.
Boom!
A thunderous noise rang out.
The floor beneath both men instantly cracked.
Meanwhile, the invisible waves resulting from the punches sent the audience members swaying from left to right.
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