“Nathan Cross!”
Augustus was utterly astonished upon seeing Nathan himself appear before him.
In a surge of shock and anger, he violently broke free from Nathan's grip and launched a swift kick at Nathan's face.
Nathan tilted his head slightly, effortlessly dodging Augustus' kick while reaching out to grab his ankle, flinging him away.
Boom!
Augustus was sent flying and smashed into a massive stone sculpture in the square before landing heavily on the ground.
Overwhelmed by anger and bewilderment, he immediately got back on his feet and lunged at Nathan again.
His altercation with Nathan had already captured the interest of onlookers. If not for his concern about inducing panic among Earth's human population, he might have assumed his combat form at this very moment.
“Go to hell!”
With a roar of anger, he threw a punch at Nathan.
This punch carried a terrifying force and was delivered with an imposing momentum.
Nathan scoffed and showed no more mercy. He raised his hand and immediately launched a Thunderstorm punch.
Bam!
The two fists collided, generating a deafening noise.
As a result, Augustus was sent flying backward for over ten meters by the impact. The bones in his right arm shattered piece by piece, and his entire arm hung loosely on the side like a strand of cooked pasta, unable to be lifted again.
Augustus had not expected Nathan to be so powerful to the extent of being able to injure him heavily when he wasn't in his combat form.
The sheer force of Nathan's punch even transmitted through his arm and penetrated his chest, damaging his internal organs.
A mouthful of fresh blood had already surged to his throat.
He hastily swallowed the blood back down.
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