Salute to the General novel Chapter 942

Each of the two hundred Robed Guards was holding a sword, as they charged up at them like the tidal wave.

As Colin and the Elite Eight drew out military sabers together, Colin said to Thomas, Thunderstorm, and Waves, "You have not fully recovered from your old wounds. So you should just watch the show on the side tonight.”

The Robed Guards were large in number and thought highly of themselves.

They didn't expect that Colin and the Elite Eight would really take them so lightly that they even asked Thomas, Thunderstorm, and Waves to watch from the side.

Do the nine of them think that they can ward us off? Two hundred Robed Guards?

The Robed Guards were furious!

They were determined to chop Colin and the Elite Eight into pieces!

With his saber in hand, Colin growled, "Charge." After which, he took the lead to charge ahead.

Similarly, the Elite Eight charged forward as well, each of them armed with a saber.

Soon, the two sides clashed and got into a fierce fight.

Clank!

Colin's saber collided with the sword of a team leader of Robed Guards.

The team leader of Robed Guards was shocked, as his arms were numb from the collision.

But it was exactly at that moment when he was shocked that Colin slid his blade down his sword, and cut off his wrist.

"Ahh!"

The team leader of Robed Guards let out a painful cry.

Colin then raised his leg and kicked him, sending him flying into the air.

Three other Robed Guards immediately raised their swords at the same time and wielded them down on Colin.

Colin directly swung his saber sideways!

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The swords of the three Robed Guards were broken into half at once!

At the same time, the blade of Colin's saber also slashed across the necks of the three of them, instantly slitting their throats open.

With hands on their necks, the trio collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, the Elite Eight were similarly savage. Wherever they went, the enemy was shattered, as blood splattered everywhere together with broken heads and arms.

Colin and the Elite Eight tore through the crowd of opponents like a tiger running loose on a farm of sheep.