Velimir narrowed his eyes and ordered, “Kill him!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless swordsmen charged at Nathan.
Nathan sped up and crashed into one of them. The swordsman suffered bone fractures all over his body. He flew from the force of impact and crashed into eight of his companions.
Then, two fast-moving swordsmen charged at Nathan from each side, working together to bring him down.
Nathan stretched out his arms and grabbed their necks before smashing their heads together.
Bam!
A muffled thud sounded.
The impact cracked their heads and killed them instantly.
Nathan was so strong that he could crush their heads like eggshells.
Seeing that, everyone was thunderstruck by his power.
Nathan powered on ahead and attacked with his bare hands. People fell wherever he walked by.
By the time he arrived before Velimir, a hundred men had fallen behind him, littering the path he took with their bodies.
Velimir shouted, “How dare you act with such arrogance! I will teach you a lesson!”
With his face devoid of any expressions, Nathan replied, “Let's battle.”
His words angered Velimir, triggering him to speed up and burst into an attack.
In three steps, he appeared before Nathan and raised his arm to punch him.
This punch had the weight of a falling mountain.
Before the punch landed, Nathan could feel a gush of wind that scratched his cheeks.
However, he did not dodge even as Velimir's colossal fist was about to strike him. Instead, he attacked head-on using a simple technique from the military's combat technique. He took a step forward and punched Velimir.
Bam!
Their fists collided.
Velimir was much taller than Nathan and had a much larger fist than him.
In fact, his fist was so big that Nathan's fists looked like a child's next to his.
The spectators thought that Velimir would send Nathan flying with a punch.
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